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ecclais-fouoras · 3 years

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Sometimes moving on is good

" ...to be a part of your family"

Previous chapter here

Warnings ⚠️ mention of abuse, non major character death

the weather was perfect the next day, bright and Sunny which was a little unusual for that time of the year. But you were convinced that somehow your love had scared away the clouds. Diane had been a little self conscious about the beach, she hadn't gone since.. well since she could remember. her body had been different then, and she was getting more and more worried that she wouldn't look as pleasant as she'd like. she had been staring at her reflexion for too long to your liking, so you decided to figure out what was going through her head.

"honey ? what's wrong baby ? you've been staring for the last half an hour.."

your words made her snap out of her trance, you put your arms against her waist, resting on her neck with your chin.

"..I should have bought another bathing suit"

"what are you talking about ? this one looks great"

"it makes me look old"

"no it doesn't, if anything it makes you look cute"

"you're not supposed to look cute at the beach"

"then how are you supposed to look like there ?"

"hot" her answer took you by surprise, it was odd for her to suddenly care about that.

"baby you look hot"

"just be honest, I can go buy another one, besides it's way to short on that part"

"well I like that it is" You said as your hand found the cute little bow attached right at her hip, and you made to untie it, but her hands gripped yours before you could get any lower.

"not now y/n" she raised her head to meat your eyes worriedly. your hands patted her skin as you went to hug her from behind, fingers abandoning their course.

"alright love, listen up. You Don't need a bathing suit to make you look hot, also it's a family beach day, not a 'trynna catch cute girls' day"

"maybe that's why I shouldn't come"

"What ?"

"I'm not a part of their family"

"But you're a part of mine, besides they wouldn't have asked you to come if they didn't agree that you were"

"Or they invited me because they had too, if they wanted you to come"

"I already knew about the beach day thing, it's a tradition"

"So even if they hadn't had asked me you would've went ?"

"I knew they were going to."

"..."

you kissed her cheek, running your hands lovingly up and down her sides

"I did, my grandma asked if you could be there two days, she didn't say exactly that you were coming to beach day, but if was pretty obvious, even if she ment it as a surprise for me"

"Okay but I still Don't want to make a fool of myself by looking like this"

"You don' need to be so anxious you know I love your body"

"But what if they Don't ?"

"Well then they can get fucked, I'm not interested at all in the opinions they would only form of you based off of your body. Besides they won't judge you, and if they do I'll just tell them off"

you turned her around in your arms to press your lips against hers. She groaned into the kiss, "Now get that cute ass in some pants." You saw her leave and then Something flashed in her eyes as she realized...

"wait...babe ? why didn't you tell me that it showed my scars ??!"

"huh ?" you replied straddled at her sudden turn

"Come on you're not blind y/n, why didn't you say anything"

"Because I just thought.. you knew"

"why would I wear that then ?"

"Because scars aren't supposed to be shamefull, especially these.." you said as you ran your finger on her back softly. "they show the world that you're strong, that your still fighting Everyday"

"They're disgusting they'll scare your cousins"

"No they aren't and if kids are scared it's because of what they don't know, it's okay, they won't, they've seen mine"

Her eyes were shining with tears threatening to spill, "baby.. I love you"

"...I just Don't want them to ask questions"

"they won't, You Don't have to worry about this"

"how can you be so sure ?"

"because they know better than that"

"why would they be any different ?"

"because they know what these scars are, they won't need to ask"

"...what ?"

"babe, just trust me, that swimsuit is perfect for you, now we have to leave in about 30 minutes so you better get ready"

after that you both put on your outfit for the day, her in a long flowy Brown floral dress, and you in some cargo pants and a button up fun shirt. she put on slight makeup, you both got in a the car and started Driving towards your grandma's house, her leg bounced up and down on her seat so you placed your hand on her leg and stroked the skin there, "Diane honey, I promise you everything will be fine", she somewhat calmed down a little and you finally pulled over in the lovely cottage's front ally"

soon you were ringing the doorbell, and your family was greeting the both of you, "hello darling" you heard your grandma tell diane, "did you both sleep well ?"

You remembered the last night you spent, yes, you had definitely slept perfectly, especially after making Diane come and having made love. but you didn't say anything and just replied while looking at diane who was blushing heavily, probably because the same thoughts ran through her mind.

"yes we slept perfectly ma'am"

"oh please darling call me mamie"

"..h..okay"

You both entered the living room, smiling and greeting everyone. "we're going to put everything in the cars and then get going"

as they started to get everything suddenly melina arrived from downstairs

"hey y/n, oh didn't think you were bringing the elderly"

your anger bubbled up Inside you,and you just replied

"hey what's behind you ? I think you left the stick up your ass"

diane pulled you away by your arm slightly "come on, she's just trying to be provocative.

"oh and it's working, wait till I show that bitch how to respec"

"stop it." she took your hand and led you outside

"She can't disrespect you like that.

"Can't she ? or Can't you let her ?"

"Both, I can't let her talk like that, just because she's older doesn't mean that she has every right to be a bitter cunt"

"I'm not going to fight with her."

"babe..that's exactly why she'll keep being like that, you need to tell her she can't get away with that"

she nodded and you all got going, unfortunately you both had to take her in your car. the drive to the beach was silent, you had your hand laced with diane's.

"do you really have to do this ? like now, where I can Watch"

"I Don't understand what's your deal mel ? you've never been mad about any of my girlfriends, so why now ?"

"it's none of your business"

"it is, you can't treat the woman I love like that"

"Oh please Don't act like you won't leave her as soon as she gets older"

"Fuck off mel, What is wrong with you ?"*

"What's wrong with me ?? What is wrong with you ?? she could be your mother"

".. okay.. I got it, that's your problem, you wanna talk about mom ? what's really bothering you isn't how old Diane is, but how old mom would be right ?"

"Stop pretending you that know what I think"

"well than tell me ? what is so wrong about my Relationship ? Is it her a..."

"-SHE LOOKS LIKE MOM OKAY ?" You were both straddled by the outburst, and Diane wanted to disappear in her seat.

"I...What are you talking about ?"

"Well SHE looks like what I REMEMBER from her"

"mom was a tall, blond, green eyed women ? Diane is red haired and has deep Brown eyes, they look Nothing alike"

"except they would have if you had known mom before she was held by your father"

"Oh you Don't get to be bothered by that, you had a whole damn family waiting for you when you came back from school"

"BUT I WANTED MY MOTHER"

"AND I WOULD HAVE APPRECIATED THAT SHE DIDN'T DIE RIGHT NEXT TO ME BUT GUESS WHAT WE DON'T ALWAYS GET WHAT WE WANT"

"YOU ARE REALLY GOING TO PLAY THAT CARD AGAIN ?"

"WELL SINCE YOU KEEP FORGETTING THAT IT WAS BETTER THAN TO GROW UP WITH A LOVING FAMILY INSTEAD OF ENDURING WHAT YOU KNOW I'VE BEEN THROUGH"

"OH STOP ACTING LIKE YOU WERE THAT IMPORTANT TO HER, IF YOU WERE WE WOULD HAVE KNOWN ABOUT ALL OF YOU ALL ALONG" You were so mad at her you found a spot and pulled over. "That's it, get out"

"WHAT ?"

"This is my car. I said get out, you can find your way to the beach I'm sure"

"IT'S 25 KILOMETERS AWAY"

"Then you better start Walking if you want to arrive before dawn, I walked longer when I escaped, now go"

you were about to leave but diane stopped you, "y/n Don't be stupid, you're not going to let her walk like that Melina get back in the car"

"no, diane, she crossed the line she needs to know it"

"You both are angry, but punishing her like that isn't the right way to go. this is our. car. Get in"

"Why are you being nice to her ? She's been nothing but an ass to you ?"

"I'm not being nice, I'm just not being a bitch in return"

"Oh no now I'm a bitch for trying to defend you ?"

"I don't need to be defended, you think I haven't heard worst ? You think I haven't been treated worst than just a woman calling me old ?"

"Fine suit yourself. But don't come crying to me tonight when you feel bad about it"

The rest of the time went quietly, until you heard Melina start to speak.

"Look y/n, I'm sorry, It's just hard for me to see someone that resembles her, even if she didn't really look like that anymore, I was young, Young when she left me with mamie so she could do god knows what god knows where."

"I know. But it's weird for me when you say that, it's just like we had two completely different version of her. She told us about you, you know ?"

".. really ?"

"Yes. She said that we all had a big sister, that was going to be a great french comedian. I remember being so impressed at somebody that I didn't even know. And then I remember being so jealous, so so jealous that you were over there safe, and we were all in this shit hole with him. I don't know what it would have been like to have my mom disappear one day, and learn years later that her and her other daughters were dead and that they would never find our bodies. But I cannot count the number of times I prayed to God that I could be i. Your shoes rather than in mine.

I thought you know what ? it's not fair, it wasn't fair that we had been taken away after the man we considered to be our dad was killed, it wasn't fair that you were at home while I had to be...you know what, I just thought I'd rather be you"

"And when you came back..you know...after everything that day at first...since I didn't know anything I just didn't want to believe mom had left to have other kids, and I was too young when mamie learned about your death to actually understand what the adults were saying.

You felt like a stranger, a very ugly and dirty homeless stranger, and then mamie hugged you, I just.... I didn't understand what you had done to deserve being a part of this family"

"And I didn't understand why I wanted to be a part of the people who left me for dead when instead I was sleeping in a 4×3 m^2 basement." Diane barely understood anything, she sort of felt like you never actually trusted her enough to tell her any of this despite how much she was honest with you. You noticed this by the look on her face, you reached for her hand and squeezed it, a silent Way of telling her you'd explain later.

"I'm sorry that you felt that way Mel, i really never wanted to make it seem like I would remplace anyone or make you feel like you weren't my sister enough because you haven't been hurt."

"And I'm sorry I was mean to you also I'm sorry I treated you like shit Diane, you're actually pretty cool"

"Apologies more than accepted Melina"

"Come on call me Mel"

When you all arrived at the beach, everybody else was already set in a good place on the sand, towels and everything while some of the kids were already in the sea playing.

You all settled together, some building sand castle, your grandpa, uncles and a bunch of your cousins went to fish some shrimps.

Diane read while chatting with your sister and grandma, you were amazed at how well she fitted, by your side and mostly in the middle of this picture, her hair down, dress riddling up with the soft caress of the wind.

You decided to get closer "hey sweetie keep guarding that castle while I see something quickly"

You went up to Diane shortly "hey sorry to interrupt ladies but can I steal her real quick ?"

They nodded and you helped your lover get on her feet before you took her a bit further, suddenly Diane realized what you were going to do but it was to quick and she was sent off balance right when the new wave arrived and your hands guided her down with you.

"BABE IM STILL DRESSED"

"Guess you don't have to worry about the bikini then"

"YOU ! I WILL.."

You took off and started swimming further away from her, Diane trying to run up to you.

"GET BACK HERE"

"Try and catch me then"

You dived in already to far from her reach and she heard you say.

"I think it's the clothes weigh-in you down darling"

She was offended as you expected but what you didn't was that she suddenly took of her clothes revealing her yellow bikini she had been so afraid of showing.

"That's going to be better huh ?!"

She now was getting dangerously close and you decided to be the smarter one

"Look. Let's put this all in the past okay ? What do you say we bury the hatchet ?"

"Oh really ?"

"Yes.. i mean this is clearly childish we're both adults let's solve this like adults"

"You're right"

"Really?" And as you weren't paying much attention she threw a whole bunch of salty water at you.

"OH YOU WANNA PLAY THIS GAME ?"

"I'M SORRY I...S..SHIT" You rapidly picked her up above you and let her fall making a huge splash and giggling.

Quickly after the kids joined you and at one point your sister did too, throwing Diane off balance while you took the opportunity to attack her with kisses.

Then everyone started cheering up and playing in the water, some kids going up to Diane and showing her rocks that she gladly accepted, they somehow signified that she was becoming a part of this. You started to get a ball to play some sort of water-polo except nobody played by the rules, it seemed like you all had invented your own, but she got on with it, your relatives passing her the ball and having fun together meant the world , she, who had been so worried about not being able to have a family with yours was finally finding her place, slowly, but surely. You went up to her, pressed kisses on her neck as your legs worked together at keeping you above the surface. "Hey sexy"

"Really y/n"

"Well that bikini is working for you"

"You can't even see it"

"Right maybe you should go dry or something, that way I can watch you walk"

"You're insufferable"

"I know"

You pecked her lips before going back in the game noticing your grandma growing towards Diane.

"Hello honey"

"Hi m'a..sorry mamie"

"How are you enjoying today ?"

"Very well thank you, it's really amazing how you are all close to eachother"

"We darling..we. you are now also a part of this family. I'm not saying that you have to get married soon darling but I will assure you I'd like to be there to see it. So don't wait up"

"Wait..what ? Marriage ? We've barely talked about diner I'm..I'm not quite sure she'd be interested in Getting married besides...it seems soon, I don't know .."

"Believe me, despite being strong and independent and everything she will try to convince you she is, and how fierce she looks on the outside, had always craved to call someone their wife, to have the woman she loved waiting for her at home. Since I've known her that's all she ever wanted. And I can tell she truly loves you, I've seen her love before, but nothing has ever come close to that"

"..Well I love her so much too, she's everything I have, she's my whole world"

"Not anymore, now you also have us, my darling child"

Diane almost teared up as the older woman hugged her tightly and rubbed her back.

"I also heard that Mel has not been kind to you, don't hold it against her, she's always had trouble with new people, she'll come around soon if she hasn't already. Despite everything she loves you and what you are to her sister.

I'm also guessing one or both of your parents weren't nice people, it's okay for we are your knew family now"

"..h..how.. do y..you kn...."

"Shhhh... you don't have to say anything darling, I just know"

The two women parted slightly before your grandma left Diane, and as you came back to her, kissing her soundly before asking what she'd told her. Diane answered just mother in-law-daughter in law stuff.

You laughed a little before telling her that it was more grandma in law.

"Well she is young enough to be my mother, and since mine wasn't really as kind...you know"

"I know.. even though my mother's gone, i find myself calling her mom sometimes, she took care of me a long time after I had no mom left for that anymore"

Eventually your hand fell on her back, the anxiety of having her scars showing long gone as you both cuddled while everyone else threw water at you both.

"I love you baby"

"I love you too Diane...welcome to the family"

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athena-is-a-chaotic-lil-shit · 3 years

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Feral Fatality

(Part 1)

So this has been in my works for a week now. You see, it was a typical day for me scrolling through Tumblr and visiting some....tags, and then a short drabble inspired me to write about a feral reader totally not because I was craving violence and murder no, which reached more than 4k words on the first draft so here we are! Shitty title, I know. The proofread work went over 7k, and it's not even finished yet. Once I'm done posting this and my main orc fic, I will get into the requests so please be patient!

Pairing: Jason Voorhees x Fem!Reader

Word count: 3k

Warnings: Brief blood and violence at the end of the first part

Contains: Swearing, mentions of neglect and abuse (not graphic)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Screams slit through the twilight as the frigid autumn wind blew harshly through the trees of Camp Crystal Lake. The rustling of bushes and cracking of twigs echoed as foolish teenagers attempted to escape, running for their lives when they were the ones who dared step foot in the place, tarnishing it with their sins.

Jason Voorhees, the innocent kid who died several years ago; pushed to the lake by his bullies and left to drown for being different and unsightly— all because the counselors were busy with their fucking business—, returned as an undead killing machine right after his mother murdered them and died. His sole purpose: to protect the land and purge the people who had no right to be here, sentencing them to a horrendous death.

One by one, they struck the ground, lifeless, either chopped into pieces, beheaded, or stabbed countless times by his trusty machete.

Limbs...ripped off with his bare hands.

The muffled snapping of branches reached your ears as the vehicle's wheels ran over them, stirring you from your nap. You rubbed your chilled skin under your clothes as you looked out of the window, thumping your forehead on the glass when you leaned forward the moment you saw the scenery. Trees, both ancient and young, their leaves varying in hues of green, orange and red, filled your line of sight. It was still early in autumn, your favorite time of the year, not hot but not too cold either. You watched in awe as the warm-colored leaves cascaded down from the branches and down to the ground, some carried by the wind farther from their origin.

The view did its best to distract you from a couple in session a seat before yours. They always seem to do that all the time, regardless of place or occasion.

This was a week-long getaway after graduation, they said.

Nothing but a white lie.

An excuse for the girls to hook up with their campus crushes, a week of fucking and smoking drugs.

You, however, just got invited —forced— by your "friend" Eloiza, the self-proclaimed hottest girl in the entire school, typical captain of the cheerleading squad; blonde and curvy. Her words were much too sugar-coated that even a deaf person could tell she had ulterior motives.

She only planned to use you as a tool to raise her fame. A stepping stone for her own gain.

That wasn't the only reason though.

Everyone knew who you were, but only by your name. News and rumors alike spread like wildfire through gossipy mouths. Your deeds were known throughout campus.

(Y/N)(L/N), top academic competitor and multiple-award winner, a straight-A student for five years in succession. Some believed you were a genius, the rest called you insane.

You wouldn't call yourself a genius though, you did not possess the obsessive need to acquire eternal knowledge and discover the secrets of the universe as most of them do, to effortlessly solve every problem that comes their way.

If that were the case, then you wouldn't be here in the first place.

You only love learning and indulging in the beauty of Mother Nature, plus a handful of hyper-fixations.

Fine, a buttload of hyper-fixations. And such came in handy in various situations.

You were unrivaled, not one of your peers could come close to your level of wit. Many people wished to have a brain like yours, and just as many hated you for even having one, praised you just as much as slandered your name and judged you.

Despite your reputation, the poor school didn't broadcast it, at least every time. The staff probably got tired of repeating the same phrase over and over again. Which caused more than half of the whole campus to never believe you to be the one behind all of that, laughing at your face when you said your name.

"You? The (Y/N) (L/N)? Ha! As if I'd fall for that! Everyone knows how she looks. You're the absolute opposite!"

"You got to be kidding me."

"You're a joker, aren't you? Is this a prank? If so please stop it, don't pretend like you're her."

Yep, and it goes on and on and on. They were right, you didn't look like someone who would win contests or excel in class.

You constantly wore clothes that hid your form, silent unless spoken to or asked to answer, distant and reserved, you preferred the company of books and nature to the rowdiness and prying hands of humans. A sociopath they deemed you. Quite an extreme word to use when you simply wanted to enjoy the only things that made you happy in this living hell.

You only know a handful of people who approached you first-hand and praised you genuinely, even asking for an autograph, which really surprised you.

Yet, they would never understand you even if you explained, because you can't, words evade you when it comes down to voice out what you feel. Even if you can, no one would care. And even if they did? You doubt it was real. Everyone wants to use you, and they seem to believe you'd let them. You didn't trust anyone. The last time you did only left you sobbing on the dirt.

You wanted to be left alone.

To connect with nature and get as far away as possible from your parents. Parents who kept shouting profanities at each other, the main cause for your depression and anxiety levels to skyrocket, the shaking turning into trembling, 7 hours of sleep to barely a blink.

That's why you agreed to go in the first place.

You hated your household—despised it— a mess of broken shards of bottles and ceramics littered your kitchen floor more often than not. You didn't bother cleaning it up anymore, your mother would just waste away her money on more things to break and throw them at your joke of a father when they fought anyway.

Not only that, you thought...No, you believed if you worked hard to be the best and win countless competitions, your parents would give you recognition and reconcile for your sake, but no, no, no. They didn't care one bit about you or your medals, it was as if you were never even included in their lives at all. Even birthday celebrations ceased to exist in everyone's books after your 13th.

So you gave up.

Down into the void, your wishful thinking went, that they'll become better people over time, that the attention and love you deserve will be given one day. Instead, you wallowed yourself in your studies, besting everyone in everything academic. Oh, but you weren't athletic. Far from it. Damn, you were getting thin and sleep-deprived from being neglected, dark circles under your eyes every time you looked at your reflection. People hating your existence wasn't helping, some teachers even suspected you of cheating.

There's no way in hell you'd let yourself get dragged down to end up like them! You were of legal age now, a fresh graduate from high school, you doubt your parents even knew that since they didn't fucking show up on your graduation day. You were moving out of that shithole of a town. Anywhere is better than where they breathed and spat their poison.

And so here you are. Standing in this breath-taking and mysterious place. Camp Crystal Lake, it is named, secluded, barely touched by modernization as it is hidden between mountains and trees as far as the eye could see. Not to mention its namesake, the lake, you imagined it would mirror the sky, be it day or night. You loved it, you adored the fresh, breathable air that went through you the moment you stepped out of the van.

You also knew about him.

Resolved to never go back to that goddamned house, you took everything you had and needed; the special little trinkets you've collected through the years shoved into a box, the few clothes you had, art materials, and your precious books carefully packed inside a big travel bag, along with your stocked up canned goods, convenience food, snacks, and toiletries.

And other, important things.

You hauled your baggage out of the van and got off, immediately moving to the side and away from everyone.

You got used to people ignoring you that you didn't care anymore.

Why waste your time with them when you can have all of it to yourself?

Eloiza led the group into the larger cabins, the others went straight into the lake for a swim. You even notice some teens disappear into the trees, most likely for a quickie.

In return, you stayed out of their way, fully satisfied being invisible and with your own company as you trudged to a cabin, the one you caught a glimpse of earlier in the van. It was a long way's separated from the rest, closest to the forest and hidden behind a few trees.

You were panting when you finally stopped in front of it, clearly not used to walking long distances and carrying stuff near as heavy as your weight.

Upon closer inspection, you found yourself gaping at its appearance. The wooden walls lost their color as they aged, white and brown mushrooms grew on the ground along with green moss sticking to the beams, and a few vines crawling their way up and on the roof. Despite all of that, the cabin looked sturdy still.

There's this "one with nature" vibe that drew you to it, like a string pulling you closer and inviting you. Ominous most would say, but you almost cried when the rich scent of earth and oxygen filled your lungs as you took one big inhale, sighing in content for once. It was a lot smaller compared to the others, but you didn't care. As long as you were left alone with your stuff you were a-okay.

Perfect.

You turned the knob and peeked inside, letting out a small gasp and opening the door wider to see the whole thing.

Old as it is, it was proper and neat, regardless of the tiny cobwebs on the upper corners. A small, square dining table sat in the middle of the first part of the place, two wooden stools placed underneath. There were cupboards on the wall and a simple sink with an empty space to the side. You went to the next room, doorless and separated with but a wall of thick plywood. It had a single bed in the corner, off-white cotton sheets sitting atop, not a wrinkle in sight. No pillow though. There's a decent-sized closet along with a small table on one side of the bed. One of the windows had a hole in the middle, a ray of sunlight streaming in through the cracks. It was too big for the size of a gunshot, so maybe a rock.

A bit hesitant, your fingers traced the wood, feeling the inconsistent texture. When you went through the back door, your smile reached your ears when trunks of trees and bushes greeted you...

Wait, is that what you think it is?

Stepping closer to the treeline, your jaw dropped when you spotted a thicket of fruit-bearing plants past them, gathered in a tiny clearing.

Blueberries.

Purple little cuties poked out of the green shrubs, sporting a vibrant hue that caught your eye. The sun shone overhead and providing the energy they needed. Blueberries managed to grow in the area despite the trees fencing them.

Tempted and suspicious, you crouched down, inspecting the shrub if it really was a blueberry plant and not a deadly doppelganger. Once you were sure it was, (it would be hilarious if you simply died from nighshade poisoning), you plucked one and brought it to your mouth. It was sweeter than you expected, with a slightly bitter aftertaste. You hummed in delight, wiping the juice with your thumb when it dribbled out, staining your finger and lips.

You didn't want to anger anybody. Hell, coming here was already trespassing, so you didn't push your luck and left it alone, hoping they'd forgive you for picking one. They surely didn't look wild with the way they lined up.

You scanned the rest of the area, eventually going back inside to unpack after your little evaluation.

The sun was a hand's away from setting when you finished. Pride swelled in your chest at the work you did, your things stocked and organized with care inside the cabinets and drawers. You won't have to worry about your food for now as cupboards were filled to the brim with them. You also had a decent amount of money left from your savings account that your parents weren't aware of. Prize money, allowance, and the salary you got from doing online jobs all went into it. The camp was a few miles off the road, and a couple more to the nearest gas station with a convenience store. Very far yes, but it's better than living with the people who made you do this in the first place.

You just hoped you wouldn't die walking.

Everything was worth it, anyways. You were free now, at least that's what you think.

You trudged to the bed, eyeing the cushions, wary and a little scared to touch the sheets that appeared to be cleaned just recently, you didn't even lay a finger on them ever since you got inside. Oh, but your tired muscles were screaming to just flump down and relax.

So you did.

You dumped yourself face first and inhaled. It wasn't smelly nor fragrant, just the simple freshness on the cotton fabric. You felt beat but ain't sleepy, yet, so you reached to the drawer beside the bed and pulled out a book to pass the time as you waited for the sun to go down and give way for the moon. Its spine and pages had creases, worn out and yellow-stained from age and use. It was a horror-mystery novel told through a first-person narrative, a story of a middle-aged detective and her Maine coon in their attempts to solve a murder case of a young European lady named Cassandra Chase.

You dozed off in the middle of chapter 21, the part where Dinnie, the cat, discovers a valuable clue to the crime, a rotten limb in the dried basement well.

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Jason settled down on the stairs of his porch; shoulders relaxed and hunched as he leisurely sharpened his machete with a small whetstone. Lines of sunlight kissed him through the leaves of trees, the birds in the area chirped on their perches, and the grass swayed, gentle, as a cool wind passed by.

His day be so fine. No troublemakers to deal wi—

The alarm rang, announcing unwelcomed arrival. As if a switch flipped inside, he's already on his feet, making his way swiftly to their location.

A new batch of wretched youngsters, another day ruined. Hunting them down makes his blood thrum in his veins, yes, but they soured his mood, just when he was at peace. He's dead set on slaughtering them in the most gruesome ways possible, only then he could go back and enjoy the serenity the nature around him brings.

He surveyed the area, camouflaging with the wilderness, silent as he watched and counted the soon-to-be corpses, his mother's voice at the back of his mind, guiding him.

They decided to go either to the main cabins, or the lake...even into the trees.

All but one.

Jason already planned to cut down the couple later as they lose themselves in the forest, doing nasty, dirty things to his camp. The killer shifted his attention to you, curious as to why you didn't join the lot. Instead, you walked back down the road. He followed and saw you approach the small cabin, separated from the rest, your eyes widened...

Adoration?

You were quiet— except for the little gasps of awe you let out in between pants—as you looked around and over the place. The ones you came with were rowdy and destructive, a complete opposite. He hid as he observed you from afar, moving around to adjust his vision on you. You smiled every time you looked to the trees, he noticed.

Why were you smiling like that? Why did you pick this cabin? Were you planning on defiling it?

The last question in his mind made his blood boil. He'll kill you first if that was the case. That cabin you chose was special, it was where he and his mother used to stay. He occasionally visits that one to keep it clean and free of dust. If you even think of—

Jason, sweetie...look closer. She does not have such intentions.

His mother's words rang in his head. Even from where he stood, he could see what you did inside. You looked a little hesitant, touching and drawing back your hand before letting your fingers feel the wood as if it was something delicate. Despite the initial...shyness? You proceeded to make it your home, somewhat, dropping the large duffel bags you carried on your front and back, and a similarly large roller case on your left. It was as if you planned to stay for a long time.

Jason hears you take a long breath and sigh as you went out the backdoor. You grinned wider when you saw the nature around you. You stepped forward, straight in his direction...

For a moment he thought you saw him, seeing your jaw drop. You moved closer, and he just froze there, until you crouched down.

Oh, his plants.

He watched you as you gently picked a fruit, your gaze...soft. You brought it to your mouth, some of the juice spilling on the side and you wiped it with your thumb.

Cute.

You went back inside and continued to unpack your things, carefully maneuvering around the cabin.

Maybe he'll spare you if you continue to be good. You didn't do anything dirty, yet. It's only a matter of time before the camp is shrouded in darkness and his hunt will begin.

Let's see what you'll do before that happens.

Jason tracked down the three that went into the forest. He knew the place like the back of his hand, and it was easier to pinpoint them as he heard moans.

What he saw was utmost disgusting, two girls pleasuring a male with their mouths in broad daylight.

Kill them, my boy! Such foul beings need to die! Kill them, kill!

He circled them, steps soundless. Jason gripped his machete and brought it down the guy's neck, embedding the weapon into the bark, the head rolled down, oozing with blood, and fell against the women, drenching them in red. Not a single cry left from their mouths as he sliced both with one swing, blood pouring out of their throats and staining the ground. Jason dragged their bodies and tossed them into a pit he dug beforehand, making quick work in burying them.

A swift end. Now he waits.

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Justifying The Aftermath

wordcount : 2.1k+

warning : mention of animal abuse, emeto

content : lashing out, electrocution, vomiting, whumper!caretaker, lady whump, lab whump, whumper pov, manhandling

This is it! The last day of Summer of Whump. It's been fun, writing and reading more whump from this event. Can't wait for next year! Tagging : @summer-of-whump

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Previous Chapter

"Breathe deeply, Fenrir."

Her stare was full of contempt. There was still a sharp edge on her two fangs. Blue veins jutting out under her arms and legs. She was much older than John, late in her twenties. Prior affiliation indicated if she wasn't a murderer or an arsonist then she's an accomplice to one. He didn't dare to take a step further. Even when her left arm was tucked in a sling, the other connected to an IV, the general scrapes and bruises on her face, or the fact that she couldn't sit up so the infirmary nurse had to raise her bed to prevent her lungs collapsing in on itself.

Fenrir spat, and it hit him in the chest despite the distance.

John took out his napkin, "I mean it for your well-being. Your rib fracture wasn't severe, but your recovery will be greatly stalled if you manage to get yourself pneumonia."

"And then what? Brainwashing? I had to be Empire's hunting dog? I'd rather die."

"You're contributing to the public good. We're not lying."

"You think turning people into living weapons is for the greater good?" Fenrir grinned, covering the upper half of her face with her palm. "Rich kids are easy to brainwash."

"We were forced. If terrorist groups like those Heretics you love so much doesn't terrorize the managers then we wouldn't have to spend so much time on defense!"

John watched the rise of Fenrir's chest as she spoke. Her breath was fast and shallow.

"Heretics are a new thing. The humans living in the Orients and the Border Islands have existed long before the Ship fell into our grounds. The Empire wasn't reacting to them when they sent out the first Seed and they sure as hell does not need a living monster to weed out a bunch of poors with a handmade grenade. What the Empire doing is never defense, child. They're hungry for control."

Child. It filled him contempt. He might have been younger than her but look who had their life sorted out? An internship with the smartest minds of the earth, a girl waiting back home, and a few years worth of savings. John is more mature, educated in things other than the vulgarity of drink and merrymaking.

Forgetting his fear, John leaned on the side of Fenrir's bed. He loomed above her. "Your problem is that you're uneducated. You had a brilliant mind, but you didn't go to school or truly learn how to think the big picture. The facts you learned was baseless. The Radicals got to you first and I'm sorry for that."

The glare she gave sharpened, and for a second John believed she's going to lunge at him. Luckily she was only taking a deep breath.

"Uneducated? I've written essays, planned raids, and build gardens! I might not be an engineer, but I know more about the world than you."

"This is a waste of time. You're insulting instead of discussing."

"Explain how calling me uneducated isn't an insult."

John run his fingers through his hair, "I'm here only to look at your progress. Look, I think Heretics are too caught up in their pain. They experienced bad things and blame the Empire. But it's just the world. You need to struggle and work and-"

"Mind if I cut in?" Fenrir doesn't wait for John. "Since you want an argument, I want to acknowledge we both had a different view of reality. It's just our sources. But you need to think about what they taught you. I assume you're referring to the workhouses."

"Yes. That, and the jails. I know most of you are former convicts."

She ramped up in intensity. Fenrir raised her voice. "They might told you it's just a struggle, but have you even been there? Eat the rat-pissed grain and get yelled off for sitting? Have you ever questioned if the papers telling their story reflects reality? Managers owned the workhouses. They owned the papers. Of course they only said good things about it. They got away with untold evil because you trust them!"

The long histrionic rant left Fenrir with a coughing fit. John's answer were simple.

"Who's to say you didn't lie to me to sympathize with them?"

"Ask ten men working in the poor house. If anecdotes don't phase you then read some statistics my group works on."

"I'll do it." If John had the time, which was virtually nonexistent. If he had the guts because none of his friends including him know a guy like that, and approaching workhouse residents can get you robbed "Later. Wartimes are a bitch."

Fenrir chuckled, her mood has lightened up. "Aren't we all united under a single flag? Why is there still a war?"

A rhetorical question and a trap. Why is Fenrir likes to anger herself so much? Either way, he's not taking the bait. What a sad life, suspecting every thing you hear might be misinformation. The Empire could never lie about something so grave. They had principles. John had seen firsthand how his life have been easy because his family knows the rules and how go around the proceedings. It's imperfect, but it's definitely better than whatever the Heretics are going for.

For a week, John and Lisette have been adjusting. Visiting Fenrir separately, taking notes of trigger buttons and quirks. This Fenrir was different, and the way she was exposed to the substance made a different sort of Dog, besides the mutations. They need to re-do experiments, test new things, even change up their approach. Fenrir was always angry, and there's this restless energy around her. Avoiding certain topics and sneaking up sweets for her seem to calm her down a little, but that restless edge was still there.

Not a concern. Not since Fenrir's ribs and shoulder had mostly healed. Not after they've think up strategies to temper her prickly disposition and contain the emotional outburst after her first testing. Not when they drug her when she's already asleep before transporting her to the forest.

They were expecting a tantrum. The soldiers prepared stun guns, flash bangs, anything that could assault her heightened senses. Professor Clayton personally stitched the taser cuffs on her ankle. Something John had spent a great deal of time debating against. He was overruled. Lisette took their superior's side. In the end, the shock collar was necessary.

"I think she's getting through to you," Lisette teased.

"Oh shut up. I was trying to meet her halfway." The image in their cameras are somehow better. Some were blank, filled with static courtesy of Fenrir's rampage. But the few that left thrived, vivid contrasts and colours detailing her figure among the half-eaten animal. Alien techs are on another level. "She was taught to expect cruelty from us. We can't reform her if we proved her right."

"I think that's unfair. She'd done bad things, just because she was radicalized to do so doesn't mean she's exempt from punishment."

John leaned on his chair, "But we're not judges. We're scientists. We should refrain from any cruelty unless it's sanctioned by the State."

"Yeah, right." The speakers blared with a distorted buzz of a helicopter. They were silent as it lands at the edge of the forest. Lisette went on, "so you've already told the King you'll stitch Fenrir's wound without anesthetic?"

"You're missing the point."

"What is it then? Don't get me wrong, I think she deserves it. She was a terrorist. But I won't delude myself that they'll bring her to court. No, the way this goes is she'll work for us and be given an honorary medal when all of our testing eventually gives her brain damage."

Lisette leaned closer to the screen. Her expression unreadable. Professor and his soldiers had found Fenrir. She haven't moved from her position. Still kneeling, dirty blonde hair matted with blood. They practically jumped at her. Seizing the shoulders, heaving her up, and kicking her in the legs to disturb her balance. Two men at the side, another sticking a gun on the back of her head. Professor Clayton kept his distance, the switch for the taser cuffs firmly in his pocket.

She glanced at John. The silence of the room grows opressive. He leaned to his microphone, eyes still intently looking at the screen. Fenrir let her feet dragged against the ground. Her head hung low, eyes half-lidded. Not looking at anything at particular. Quiet.

That period of trepidation passes. Fenrir doesn't fight, doesn't even squirm as they put the earmuffs and blindfold on her. She arrives, her knees buckling and fall on the floor. The strength had gone out of her.

First test passed with flying colors. The trigger serum worked. They didn't have to kept her half-dead to maintain her beast form. But the devil is in the details, how much does she have to lose? It was John's assignment to figure it out.

On first glance, Fenrir seemed to have crossed that line. John could smell death from her. Her entire body is covered in dried blood, yet she didn't seem bothered. She stared at the desk, gripping the towel they gave and picking at the threads.

"Fenrir."

"My name is Avis."

John kneeled in front of her, taking the towel. She was shivering, and her fingers were shaking in a way that suggest it was more than the cold. He wrapped the bloodied cloth around her shoulders.

"You're supposed to cover yourself like this," John brings the ends of the towel to her two hands. He hold her clasped arms, gently pulling it so the fabric would cover more of her body.

"I know that," Fenrir absently murmured.

Looking closer, it was a grisly sight. Blood runs from her gums. Pieces of the camera were stuck under her long nails. Dust and dirt were sticking under the coat of dried blood. The shock bracelet was still there.

"I was going to give you a few test before we took you to the infirmary again but maybe you need medical help and a shower first. How's that?"

She looked at him. The hateful stare was still there. "Do you think this is justified?"

"We needed to test your power. Your blood could save millions, only if we know what to do with it."

Fenrir burst into a laugh, "Making me ate two dogs alive could save people?!"

"Fenrir—"

"Don't call me that!" She stood, still taller from the transformation. Her eyes were burning from tears she's desperately holding back. Her stomach hurts. The smell of her body made her sick. Even more disgusting when it reminds her of what she'd done. "I'm not fucking stupid. I'm going to be a warbeast and the only thing I'll save is the Empire's stolen property!"

"Sit down. Please. Let's get you a bath and we'll talk this out, alright?"

Fenrir took a step back. John wished they bother to bring in her handcuffs, if only for his piece of mind. "How could you see me out there and think this is okay?"

"You're right. It's not okay."

It's justified. But John was at lost for words. He nodded, "I know you're in distress. I hear you. Let me help."

"Then leave!" Fenrir yelled. "Acknowledge for once that this entire operation is senseless violence!"

John throw his testing papers on to the desk. His voice grew cold, "You're a hypocrite. You burned houses, destroyed machines, terrorize my friend's families. How could you do all of that and think this is bad?"

"You didn't know, no, you refuse to see the destruction and terror they've caused. And when it became too big for you to ignore, you're going to pretend they've hid it from you all this time or you've got no choice but to follow their orders."

Fenrir reached for the papers, and for the next thing they both now was that her screamed reverbrate through the room. She was on the floor. Seizing. Her limbs jerked, hitting the nearby table. Blood runs from her ankles, and John looked at the door to find his mentor leaning against the frame with the remote.

"Get her a bath, John."

He nodded. She was too weak to fight him off. Little aftershocks plagued her body even as he helped her sit.

"Come on, we should go."

"No, wait." Fenrir hold the leg of the desk in a vice grip. She kept her mouth tightly shut, and there's a bit a green around the outlines of her face. She felt her cheeks burning. Saliva pooling in her mouth. John shook her shoulders. The movement was a straw that broke the camel's back.

She gagged, heaving out a gush of acid and pre-digested flesh. The chunks of meat triggered another bout of vomiting. Each wave of nausea more stronger than the last.

"It's alright," John said, rubbing her back, "Let it out. You'll feel better."

Soon enough, her stomach was empty. She was nodding off, her eyes glassy with tears. John the only thing keeping her from slumping down on her own sick.

"You're a monster," Fenrir muttered.

Next Chapter

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Fiction and Real Life Go Hand In Hand

This blog goes out to all those pro-Sessrin fans out there who refuse to acknowledge the very real effects fiction can have on our world and vice versa. I highly encourage other Inuyasha fans who defend/enable these shippers to read this, as well. I assure you, by no means are my intentions here to stir up trouble. Honestly, I just want some good healthy discourse for once if that’s not too much to ask. If you do decide to engage, please be mindful of that and treat others with respect and I will do the same in return. All in all, the goal of this blog is to exercise my right to speak out and be critical about content I believe to have very potentially detrimental repercussions. I ask that you not attack me or insult me simply for stating an opinion. Thank you!

It’s like the title says, meaning fiction does matter. Where do you think we get ideas for all the stories we tell? Where do we draw inspiration from in the first place?

Real life, that's where! And yes, always with a touch of imagination! Long story short: fiction matters because real life does.

Allow me to elaborate.

Shippers of the Sesshomaru x Rin (Sessrin) pairing say it's not fair of us to throw around serious accusations or use certain deragatory terms that suggest such awful acts like child grooming or pedophilia because of the harmful implications. One of their reasonings being that some people IRL have actually lived through these traumas, so we shouldn't dare to assume they're comparable since one is just fiction and the other is not. But this isn’t about which is worse than the other, because they’re both super problematic. All we’re literally doing is making a link between grooming in real life and grooming in fiction. They mirror each other. Same issue; different mediums. We’re not undermining any one’s past experiences with grooming or the like, nor are we prioritizing fiction to diminish real life abuse. They’re both awful in numerous ways and that’s all we’re trying to say. In fact, if anything we’re attempting to demonstrate just how crucial this correlation is between them. In order to protect past victims and prevent future ones, we must remain vigiliant of the content we consume, and yes, sometimes that means we have to challenge it too. Just because it’s widely-viewed does not make it widely-accepted or well-received. It is paramount that we educate ourselves on how to be more critical of some of the harmful tropes and images that are still way too prevalent in mainstream media. Sexualizing young and pre-pubescent girls is way more normalized than some of us even realize. It’s sad but true that Sessrin is just one of many examples. I know it feels like society has failed us in a lot of ways, but it’s never too late to re-evaluate and re-learn better and more improved ways of viewing and processing information presented to us.

Our mission: Let’s not show our kids that grooming or any other form of abuse are acceptable if they may ever come to experience or encounter it themselves. Be it the real world or on screen. Deal?

There have been a number of occasions where real life victims do speak up against the Sessrin ship and express how extremely uncomfortable it makes them feel by what it represents. The problem is that it’s becoming more evident now that many of their fans will dismiss anything purely on the basis that we pose a threat to their ship and nothing more. What it comes down to is they have no real leg to stand on and cannot possibly top any of what we have to say so instead they simply disregard it. Our inconvenient truths don't fit into their ideal *cough* OOC *cough* narrative so they just choose to be willfully ignorant. It conflicts with their fantasy, so rather than present a sound argument of their own, they flat-out reject it and offer no plausible back-up behind their reasoning besides "I don't interpret it that way." GUYS, CHILD GROOMING IS NOT UP FOR INTERPRETATION.

Just because you so desperately want your ship to come true does not mean you can up and decide to redefine a word so that it caters to your stance. Remind yourself that these are complex AND objective terms that we have no right to fiddle with to serve our own selfish purposes. This is why we can conclude that there's no debate about Sesshomaru's actions towards Rin embodying child grooming.

I apologize if any of my words are triggering by the way, so please feel free to take a break and return later if that’s more suitable for you. it's just really important that everyone in this fandom comprehends the extent in which Sessrin going canon is catastrophic. And no, I'm not exaggerating; I'm simply speaking the truth. Shippers justifying these horrible acts- yes, even in fiction- is usually due to the stubborn refusal to hear us out. No offense to anyone (just stating facts), but more times than not antis like myself feel as if we’re talking to a brick wall when we interact with Sessrin peeps. They go in circles and never expand on their perspectives.

Just a head’s up: THIS GETS LONG. Stick with me. :p

Just look at their take on the Inukag vs. Sessrin relationships for example. This isn't a question of age gaps, this is a question of physical/emotional compatibility. Inukag are the same age mentally wise regardless of one being demon and the other not, whereas Sessrin is not and never will be, and yes, even once she's an adult. The thing is we have debunked this time and time again, because they’re not the same and therefore not comparable, but for some reason these fans won’t drop it. Nothing has changed in their argument, yet they’re persistent in bringing it up. I choose to not go into more detail, since like I said, you can find it around everywhere. I just wanted to touch upon it briefly to prove a point. Maybe it will come up again later in my blog though!

Where was I earlier? Right, child grooming! Haven't you guys realized that what you’re doing is precisely what child groomers do to make excuses or deny any grooming took place at all? (FYI: I’m not accusing you of being child groomers yourselves.) “They reciprocated so the feelings are mutual" is a typical groomer response, but of course it varies. More often than not, victims of grooming aren't even aware they've been groomed until much later. That's how manipulative groomers are that they can legitmately convince you that maybe you're wrong in questioning their motives. Perhaps in the victim’s mind that because one huge indicator of grooming never actually took place it technically cannot constitute as grooming. They start to doubt themselves even though their intuition is telling them something’s off. They should just ignore it then since it can’t possibly be grooming if that one particular thing never happened, right? Wrong, grooming isn’t strictly this or strictly that. It's much more complicated and multi-faceted. This is why the “but Sesshomaru left Rin in the village” point upsets me greatly. HE WAS STILL INVOLVED IN HER LIFE, Y’ALL.

On top of that, are you aware that this is the exact same kind of predatory mindset pedophiles use to describe their infatuation with children? They'll say things like, "I don't see them as an adult and a child. I see them as two people with a soul connection." Okay no joke, I wish I was lying, but that is literally a point one pro-sessrin fan on here recently used to defend this ship. It both astounds me and terrifies me that they don't see the glaring similarities they share in common with actual pedos.

Alright, I want to quickly return to what I was saying earlier about fiction's impact on real life. (Sorry, I’m a bit of a scatterbrain!)

The characters and their worlds in our stories that we dream up and bring to life are nothing short of awe-inspiring and magnificent if we so choose them to be. If it wasn't for our imaginations, stories like Inuyasha would have never come to exist. Fiction provides us an amazing outlet where we are given the opportunity to express ourselves and explore its infinite creative possibilities.

But strip away all the demons and magical components of this show we all love so dearly and what are we left with?

At the very core, Inuyasha is a story that's very reminiscent of the human experience: love, camaraderie, a sense of purpose, and much more!

So perhaps we got a full-fledged dog demon like Sesshomaru, but does that necessarily mean we can't relate to him or understand him simply because dog demons don't exist in the real world? Well, I hope that's not how you view it or else you're missing the whole point of why humans create stories to begin with. We create them to make better sense of and thus connect with the world we live in. And when you really think about it, our stories are just a celebration of life- both our struggles and our triumphs. Now I'm no philosophy professor, but I'm pretty sure they'd say I hit that nail right smack on the head. ;)

All shitty jokes aside, the whole reason I’m mentioning this specific example in the first place is because this recently came up with another Sessrin supporter. That supporter tried to defend the ship by stating that we aren't allowed to use Sesshomaru as an example to judge by since his kind don't exist in the real world.

Now if it isn't evident already, this "it's just fiction" argument is a popular go-to stance many Sessrin fans will resort to once they've run out of ideas and are metaphorically backed into a corner. The funny/sad thing is that they seem to sincerely believe this is strong enough evidence to defend their ship with, but per usual, they fail to see how hypocritical that would be. I’ll clarify soon down below.

Seriously, since when did we decide that fantasy- or any story genre for that matter- stopped reflecting the real world we live in? I mean, we humans are the ones writing these stories. Our human influence is bound to make an impact in some capacity. In fact, we want it to!

Obviously none of us have ever met a dog demon like Sesshomaru, because how could we? Let me tell ya, this is gaslighting at its finest! This is a fictional story with fantasy elements, so of course there will be beings and creatures in their world that don't exist in our own. Does that somehow translate to the fact that nothing from the story of Inuyasha can be applied to our own personal stories or that there aren't meaningful messages to be taught and learned?

So on the flipside, if they're not screaming at us "it's just fiction" for the hundred billionth time, then they are, believe it or not, doing the reverse and comparing it to real world history. One instance of this is how they tell us we're making a big deal about something that isn't real, but go right ahead and use the history of feudal Japan to support Sesshomaru's decision to court (aka GROOM) a young girl because that's how it was done back then. And so, your point being?? It wasn't right then just because it was legal, and it's most certainly not right now. This is how all of their arguments go by the way, where you'll constantly witness a cherry-picking approach. It's agonizing to endure contradiction after contradiction in their arguments filled with nothing but holes in their logic.

I'd just like to add that if we're overreacting to this fictional ship like they love to say we are then technically so are they. They tell us things like "grow up" or "nobody is telling you to keep watching," yet fail to realize they're reacting just as fervently as we are but just on the opposing side of the same damn argument. I find it interesting how they're as invested in this show but pretend they aren't then STILL have the audacity to say it's only us who care this much!? So thank you Sessrin shippers for further proving our point that fiction is more than capable of affecting reality and the people- YES, US- who reside in it.

It's insane that people act like pedophiles and other creeps don't enjoy entertainment too like the rest of us. Believe it or not, they look just like you and me most of the time. Yes, that means they can easily pass as a “regular guy” if they so wished to. My question to you is how do you think pedophiles will take it when they discover others- underage fans more specifically- who dig the same kinda media they get off to? Maybe not in the exact same way, mind you, but there's a thin line between them when you really think about it. I mean, what other explanation is there for why literal pedos on the internet have been known to sneak into pro-sessrin group chats here on Tumblr before? (Thankfully, they were later kicked.) I know that for a fact! It's almost as if the universe is trying to tell them something they refuse to listen to elsewhere. Hhmmm I wonder what that may be.

I imagine it’s possibly one of the hardest things to admit out loud and to themselves, but I can almost guarantee you that most of these Sessrin shippers who are victims of CSA and who still see no issue with Sessrin must be living with some sort of unresolved trauma caused by the very abuse they claimed to have undergone. It's been proven that victims who do not seek or properly receive the help and treatment they need in order to address and live with a traumatic experience such as this are more likely to perpetuate that very same abuse themselves in some way, shape or form. What if in this case fiction is enough for them, but who's to say it won’t eventually manifest itself in other more dire and far-reaching ways? It's not like we haven't seen this vicious cycle before, and I can promise you that Sessrin won't be the last. LET'S STOP NORMALIZING & GLORIFYING THE ROMANTIZATION & SEXUALIZATION OF CHILDREN. Fictional example: Usagi Drop. Need I say more? Real world example: Woody Allen. Again, need I say more?

Bottom line is that Sessrin shippers don't want us to think too critically about this ship of theirs, because if we dig too deep then they're forced to face the very troubling implications this pairing really stands for. Of course they'll never admit to them, because instead they rather double down and grasp at the same old straws as long as it means their precious ship is protected at all costs. Screw everyone else if that's what it takes, because they'll threaten to burn down legit buildings in real life if that ensures Sessrin goes canon! (True story, this happened on Twitter.) They’ll taunt and bully anyone who disagrees. Even if all you literally say is that you don’t like the ship, they’ll gang up on you. Tell them about your past experience with being groomed? They’ll laugh in your face. I wish I was kidding, but I assure you I am not. And they say we're ridiculous and taking this way too seriously? Yeah...

The typical behavior of a Sessrin shipper demonstrates an overly aggressive front since they're usually on defense mode anyway. They only want to ship their sick ship in peace in other words. But just because neo-nazis have a right to spew their bigoted ideology, doesn't mean we don't got the right to punch them! Freedom of speech doesn't equate to freedom from consequences. And Sessrin shippers wonder why they got so many haters. Just sayin'.

Their presence on other platforms like Twitter and Reddit are some examples of how delusional and unstable some Sessrin fans are capable of becoming. Even recently, an anon here on Tumblr sent Richard Ian Cox (English VA for Inuyasha) a totally uncalled for ask telling him that "sessrin is love and there's nothing he can do about it." (That's not verbatim, but if you're interested I'll link you to it.) It appears they discovered that he didn't like Sessrin based on how he had been replying to asks, and just for that reason alone they thought they had the right to harass him. For simply stating his opinion, y'all. They didn't even have the decency to show their face either. Talk about immature and cowardly!

Just yesterday (or was it the day before?) a fanatic Sessrin user on Tumblr- who’s also been known for hateful remarks on Twitter but those tweets have of course been deleted since then- went out of their way to not only lurk in a group chat they don’t belong to on here but to then proceed to harass a few of us in there. They had the guts to take screenshots from that group chat, tag us in posts on their page regarding what they read in there, and without our knowledge or permission went ahead and actually blogged them?? I mean, who calls out people behind their backs while they're just minding their own business?? It worries me how unhinged and out of touch with reality some Sessriners are. Not all of them, but a whole lot of them.

It seems all they are doing is looking for trouble, as they just can't stand how much we hate this ship. So it's more than okay if they love on their ship but it's not okay if we don't and we should just keep our mouths shut. But since when do Sessrin fans have authority over our opinions? Even if they were officially canon, nothing is ever gonna change our opinion. Now when they actually do decide to participate in discourse with antis, you'll see them fishing for excuses to bow out. How they normally go about this is by fabricating a way to blame us antis for their exiting a conversation as if we're being the irrational ones here.

There’s no denying that some antis can also be overly blunt or aggressive (nobody is saying we’re perfect here), but speaking for myself, I know I would never make such nasty comments about other fans and their personal lives. And honestly? It would make me feel like shit talking bad about someone I don't actually know. Nah, I won't stoop to that level or give haters that satisfaction. I may not attack them as people, but that doesn't mean I can't attack some of their messed up ideas that threaten to distort how we should or shouldn’t perceive certain dangerous situations and events. Seeing as how for me this is more than just a matter of opinion- it's a moral responsibility and even an obligation.

I know it's difficult to remain civil when things get heated and people start taking things personally- yet more proof that fiction impacts our lives- but that's the only way any of us will ever have constructive discussions about serious topics like this. Unfortunately, Sessrin shippers, from what I can tell, are incapable of engaging in real discourse for the most part. They may be vocal but that doesn't mean they can pack a punch. I’d really love to be proven wrong someday.

Okay, moving on! If they're not involved in some big-time gaslighting then they're using their infamous strawman argument approach.

Sessrin fans’ sole purpose isn't really to defend their ship, per se, but rather to deflect and antagonize. They like to mislead in order to shift the focus/blame onto their opponent or something else that's not related so that they can stray from the main point.

Take the drama CD for example. It's officially NOT considered canon, right? But that hasn't stopped many fans from referencing it anyway so let’s too consider it for a moment. The point is that they use its "existence" whenever convenient then deny it or downplay it whenever it’s not. So on one hand, it's plain as day that they celebrate it as proof of a romantic future for Sessrin. But then later once we point out to them that Sesshomaru is essentially confessing to Rin that he will wait for her until she's of age, they'll brush it off and quickly add that they didn't interpret the scene that way and leave it at that. I mean how else would you interpret it? And if it's not a proposal of sorts then why exactly are you bouncing off the walls about it to begin with?? If that's all it means is nothing then why are we even talking about this?! You see what I mean here??! And somehow we're the crazy ones?

Let me to be frank with you. If you haven’t listened to it already, this proposal he offered her sounded like a declaration of love in a multitude of ways, which is wildly inappropriate since Rin was only 12 at the time. Signifying that Sesshomaru was/is indeed grooming her. Well, that is if you choose to recognize the drama CD. Nevertheless, whether you do or not, I personally hate that this non-canon satire is even associated with the Inuyasha name to begin with. Ugh.

Intentional or not, Sesshomaru made a deliberate decision in that moment to tell a little girl- and not just any little girl mind you but a girl he's taken in under his care for a good year- that he would wait for her if she so chooses once she's old enough.

The issue is that it isn’t only age of consent we’re concerned about regarding this pairing. What Sessriners fail to see is that this grown male authority- her vassal, her guardian, her adoptive father, or whatever you wanna refer to him as- is basically making a move on this girl he had in his company for quite some time. There's no sugarcoating that. Us antis call it how it is, and I'm sure as fucking day other people who don't watch the show would most certainly agree that the Sesshomaru/Rin bond is filial. Set aside those rose-tinted glasses of yours, and going by everything we’ve been delivered in the manga and parts of the anime (and NOT the drama cd), there are literally no hints that indicate a blossoming romance between this adult male demon and this small human girl he’s taken under his wing. You can imagine them all you want if it pleases you, but that doesn’t mean they’re there. Adult!Rin is a figment of your imagination, nothing more. The idolization of this pairing is pretty disturbing seeing as all we have to go off of in canon is Child!Rin. There have only ever been sweet and innocent moments passed between the two, which is why I’m positive that an unbiased viewer or an outsider would state their dynamic resembled something akin to a father-daugther relationship. I would bet a shit ton of money on that, believe you me!

Rin's inhibitions are low because children are naturally naive and don't know any better. Remember, she adores and trust this man with all her heart, so why would she think any of this so-called grooming is not normal behavior. (I only say “so-called grooming” because I don’t think Sesshomaru bringing her gifts in the village has to be a romantic thing.) Or how would she ever be able to understand that she’s being taken advantage of if she has no previous experience with it? Maybe if she was present for that time Inuyasha and the gang scolded Miroku when they had learned that years previous he had supposedly proposed to this young girl in the village they were visiting, then Rin would. And he didn’t even assist in helping raise her but look at how they reacted! How is this any different than Sesshomaru hooking up with Rin later? It’s actually worse in Sessrin's case. Do you honestly believe that Inuyasha and the others would take kindly to this?

It's not uncommon and considered harmless for young children to have crushes on adults, after all, but the adults in these scenarios should never resort to using and abusing the position of power they held or continue to hold over this child for any reason whatsoever.

What I'm trying to get across here is that no matter how you spin it, Sessrin can NEVER be deemed a morally acceptable pairing. Like ship what you want, we're not saying you can't ship Sessrin. What we're saying is this:

STOP referring to their bond as "pure" and not expect backlash for your grossly inaccurate statements. Just admit it's toxic, because it's extremely harmful to many viewers- and not just victims- to pretend and suggest otherwise.

Please remind yourself of the very real canon fact that Rin traveled with Sesshomaru and they established a bond all while she was just a girl. Oh, and he saved her life too many times to count, not to mention brought her back from the dead TWICE. This is why I don't care much for your counter argument "that dynamics can change over time," because although that's true, like with everything in life there must be standards we adhere to. Exceptions to rules, if you will. Our own basic morals demand it.

For instance, it’s normal that some childhood friends begin to like each other as more than friends years down the road. Nothing wrong with that, because that's a natural and healthy occurrence. Now you cannot apply this to an adult and a child for obvious reasons, but what you also cannot do is apply this to an adult who met and knew another adult while they were still just a child. Why? Well, because it'd be like betraying and perverting that former child's view of you. They were never your equal because your established dynamic resembles that of one an adult posesses with a child even once they've grown up. Think about it this way: it's in the same bracket of family members or family friends who've watched you grow up and mature into an adult. Then later just because they're all grown up, does that mean that those children "are not off bounds" - that's quoting a Sessrin shipper by the way- to these certain family members and family friends?

If you're still struggling to grasp this, I urge you to take a moment (or all the time you need!) to really put yourself in that child's shoes and self-reflect. Would you truly be alright with a family friend you haven't seen in years (but sorely missed because they used to occasionally babysit you) just someday coming back into your life and then very inappropriately flirting with you or even making sexual advances on you? (Sorry for the run-on!) Or even worse, can you picture this happening to one of your own children??! Seriously, ask yourself that and sit with that for a while and really take it all in. It’s not fun, I know, but if that’s what it takes to help you finally understand then please try and practice more ways to utilize your self-awareness in the future. It’s for everyone’s benefit, not only yours, I promise! You'll also find it makes it tremendously easier to empathize with others.

I got news for those fans who don’t view Sesshomaru as a father figure to Rin. The title we give him doesn’t hold as much weight as a lot of us are making it out to be. Let’s try to be neutral here and stick to the hard facts, shall we?

*Sesshomaru is an adult male authority whose protection Rin is under*

*It’s safe to assume that Rin has grown attached to him and maybe even looks up to him*

*They care about each other and the other's well-being*

*He has has played a crucial part in her supervision and care for a significant period of time (yes, even if it’s just passing a message along to Jaken)*

Not so random anecdote: In an Inuyasha episode I recently revisited, Sesshomaru had just rescued Rin from Kohaku who had been possessed by Naraku and was ordered to kill Rin. Anyway, at the end of their scene you can hear Jaken ask out loud, “what should we do for dinner, Lord Sesshomaru?” And that’s about the most domestic thing I’ve ever heard come out of his mouth. They’re such a family dammit and nothing will ever change that!! <3

This is precisely why I could never in a million years view those past students of mine in a romantic light. I don't care how many years have passed, it's just not possible for me. Just the idea of pursuing a romantic and/or sexual relationship absolutely repels me.

Speaking as a former teacher, you don't need to be a parental figure who's around all the time in order to have great love and affection for a child. I would've done absolutely anything in my power to protect them even though they weren't my own. Then again, I did consider them my children in a way even if wasn't in a familial sense. Does that make my love for them any less unique? No, it's just different but not inferior. When you stop to think about, it really doesn't take as long as you may think to establish rapport with a person, particularly children. Connecting with a child is almost instant (but of course some are more receptive than others), and once you do make that special connection one can only make with a child, a strong and overwhelming need to guide and protect them kicks in almost automatically. The unconditional love an adult feels for a child is powerful and constant, and nothing should ever change that. As much as some of you really want to believe otherwise, that feeling doesn’t just go away because they turned 18. In your eyes, they’ll always be that kid.

I get it, sometimes when we escape into these fictional worlds of ours, it's difficult not to project our own wishes and desires onto certain characters. I don't blame fans for picturing themselves with Sesshomaru- I know I did haha- but never once did I self-insert myself as Rin. I know she's one of the biggest catalysts for his character growth- if not THE biggest- but how and why does that need to turn romantic? There are other antis who I have spoken with on this. They informed me that they used to live vicariously through Rin and ship them together, as well. As they got older, they later learned how weird and twisted this ship actually was. That's what's supposed to happen, y'all, you're supposed to grow out of that fixation.

Now take your mind out of the Inuyasha universe for a second and hypothetically (or not hypothetically if you have kids) answer me this: if and/or when you ever have a child, would you genuinely be comfortable with the idea of them dating and eventually marrying their father’s best friend who was also there to witness them grow up? Be honest please.

I highly doubt you would want that- or at least I hope not. You see, that's another MAJOR point I've made a few times already and yet you Sessrin shippers continue to avoid the question. It's pretty obvious it hasn't been rhetorical either. Ignorance is bliss?

Finally, I’d like to address one more point. It seems there is a HUGE misconception and I'd like to clear it up real quick. That is Sessrin shippers misinterpret one of the issues we have with this ship. They chalk up our complaints of Sessrin being canon (which is a LIE, nothing has been confirmed yet) to us just being salty because that somehow means our ships aren't or won’t be. I assure you, readers, other antis and I will attest that this ain't about dumb shipping wars, this is so much bigger than that!!!

I noticed recently that some Sessrin fans have even begun calling us Karens lolol like if anybody is a Karen it's them! This ain't about some mere difference in taste, this is very likely to have LONG-LASTING NEGATIVE EFFECTS. Sessrin going canon is a very harmful message to send viewers and children/teens especially. So if anything, it’s these shippers who are being the entitled ones here thinking that the fact we don’t support their ship is the worst thing in the world. NO, THE REAL PROBLEM IS CHILD GROOMING. GET OVER YOURSELF.

Out of nowhere, some of them even started assuming all us antis were white, which in their books is also equivalent to Karens or even white supremacists somehow?? Those aren't one in the same, but it's easy to make it appear that way when the US is currently tackling major systems of oppression and racial injustice. Because to them, all antis must be from over here. (Yes, I'm American. But no, I'm not white.) How else can anyone explain not shipping Sessrin, right?! Somehow they have it in their heads that ALL of Japan and surrounding places are super approving of this ship, and that everyone else isn’t because of their upbringing and “Western way of thinking.”

To give you an idea of what I mean, look back at what I talked about earlier with their incessant mention of Sessrin vs. Inukag. Because THIS is another popular example of how these shippers present their side and then ignore all the facts. Many fans have already proven how fucked up and inaccurate it is to label whole countries and cultures. It’s like they simply think mentioning it makes it count even though we’ve discredited their points over and over. Nah, you got to back it up with good reasons that support your side of the argument. That’s How To Have An Argument: 101. So at the end of the day, all they're actually achieving in doing is making dumb and entirely unrelated accusations based on nothing just to lead to deductions that are equally unfounded. Nothing at all is accomplished but more gaslighting and hurling of insults on their part = a complete waste of time for antis = an excuse for them to peace out early from the conversation & that’s what they wanted all along

We’ve reached the end (finally! sorry for all the rambling!), and I hope those of you who stayed till the end or read enough can take something positive out of this. As many Inuyasha fans are aware, there will be a livestream with the VAs for Sesshomaru and Rin coming out within the next few hours. We don’t have all the details yet, and afterwards we probably still won’t. I’m not just talking about Sessrin here but about the sequel in general. Whatever happens, please just remember to be kind to one another. If you don’t think you’re capable of doing that, then it’s best you vent and fume elsewhere. Easier said than done, I know, but just try. Throughout this blog, I admit there were moments where I got frustrated and took some jabs at Sessrin shippers. Please believe me when I say that I do not and would not ever wish any of you ill will.

Inuyasha was such a huge part of my childhood, and I’m not gonna lie, I’m anxious as hell that Sunrise will ruin one of the best things I loved about this show. So pardon me if my reactions are too visceral for your liking. haha Also, like the movies and the drama cd, this sequel is not in fact canon. Therefore, for those of you who disagree or who still plan to enjoy this new series, respect the fact that some of us fans will definitely “cancel” it if we feel that’s what we have to do to come to terms with it and move on. Fans have that right, after all. Why should we get on board with something if it’s so uncharacteristic of and unrecognizable from the original source material? If all this is some sort of cash grab of Sunrise’s doing, then count me out. I truly hope that this sequel turn outs being a lot more promising than a lot of us are expecting. I’m begging you, Sunrise, I wanna believe you’re better than this. Please and thank you!

By the way, if you’re interested, feel free to check out my two other blogs on this same subject. Click here and here. The last two screenshots do not come from something I’ve written myself. If you’d like to read more from where those came from, let me know and I’d be more than happy to send you the links. Okay, bye for now. Peace out and stay safe, everyone!

#inuyasha #hanyo no yashahime #anti sessrin #sesshomaru #rin

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katiepage · 4 years

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Why William Doesn't Deserve Redemption and Why I hate William Apologists

William Afton is a nasty, nasty man. He's creepy, a murderer, an abuser, and over all a very bad person. Let's begin with the obvious, that being the fact he murdered children ages 3-10 or 11 (just an estimation. He might murder children older. We aren't quite sure, though we know he will murder adults as well) at least in the books, he murdered these kids in one of the most gruesome ways possible, that being stuffing them into suits, which he describes as follows;

“And if you trigger those spring locks, two things will happen: first the locks themselves will snap right into you, making deep cuts all over your body, and a split second later, all the animatronic parts, all that sharp steel and hard plastic will instantly be driven into your body. You will die, but it will be slow."

Mind you, this is a shortened version of the quote, cutting out the part where he talks about drowning your lungs in your own blood and that you feel every last piece pierce your organs. Even if he didn't shove them into springlock suits and just regular suits for them to suffocate, that's still fucked right up. Or let's say he did have more variety in how he killed these kids. Knowing what we know from the books about him, it still probably wouldn't be very quick since while he's killing that police officer (I forget his name) in the Silver Eyes, he breaks his arm and throws him against a wall before suffocating him. Suffocation isn't exactly my ideal way to go.

If just murdering them wasn't enough, he damns these kids to 30+ as animatronics and he makes it very clear he is aware of this. This takes an obvious toll on these kids, filling them with nothing but hatred and anger, wich mind you, is very well founded and it pisses me off when people invalidate them with "Well they did the same thing" I will admit that they have done fucked up shit and should not be immediately excused but they did not kill without reason. Put yourselves in their shoes. They can't remember their names, what they looked like, or even their own voice. All they are now are these animatronics who once brought them joy. Perhaps that's why characters like Cassidy and the Puppet have so much more pure hatred and ill will towards William. They remember who they were and their lives before this. The thought of their families missing them, friends mourning them, and the fact that they'll probably never made it any further than grade school haunts them. It torments them for ever second they're forced to keep going. Wich is why it pisses me off when these characters get shipped with William/Springtrap. Not only is it pedophillia, it also has 0 chance of turning out anything but abusive on both ends.

Back to William, he doesn't feel a shred of guilt for these actions. The only reason he would care is when it costs him his own children, wich segways into my next point.

William is an abusive parent, and yes, neglect is a form of abuse. Let's start with Elizabeth since we arguably know the most about her. William ignores her to focus on Baby, which causes Elizabeth to be jealous and desperate for her father's attention and judging by what she does later on in life to obtain that, imagine what she could've done while she was alive to get him to notice her. She was absolutely 100% ready to kill her brother for the second time just to make William proud even though she has the mental capacity of a fucking six year old, not to mention that she was definitely responsible for at least a few of the in game lawsuits. The fact that her dad couldn't give like, three minutes out of his day to spend time with and show love to his daughter and that he seemingly was more in love with a robot to the point where it literally drove her fucking bat shit insane, should be enough said but then I remember that Lizzy isn't an only child.

The crying child, Chris, Kenny, Calvin, whatever you call him, seems to suffer the same neglect as Elizabeth. William doesn't seem to notice, or perhaps just doesn't care, that his brother is tormenting him. Hell, William is IN the restaurant on the kid's birthday and is too focused on work to intervene when his brother shoves him into Fredbear and he believes that Fredbear "ate him" further showing that William is insane and possibly just a bit stupid regarding anything but robotics.

And whether or not you believe Mike is the crying child or the bully, this still applies and thus is not very relevant to the conversation but Mike went through some rough treatment none the less. He got sent on a suicide mission to save Elizabeth and got stuck with his dad's dirty work. I admittedly don't know much about Mike so I'll stop there before I make a fool of myself.

I wouldn't be so angry about this if people didn't say shit like "The kids should at least try to get to know him before killing him" or "He's just saaad" I. Don't. Give. A. Fuck. He killed these kids and knowingly let them suffer. Susie was grieving, vulnerable, and like six years old. Afton took advantage of that to lead her off. Imagine how happy she was to think her puppy wasn't dead and was waiting for her in that back room. Should she have known better? Probably but kids aren't the smartest creatures on this planet. Charlotte was a smiley happy little girl. She got locked outside and was probably scared half to death. William could have very easily targeted her.

That's why I hate William Apologists. They don't seem to understand that William doesn't care about what he's done. He's not sorry and he probably never will be. They're the reason why I found it so satisfying when Cassidy trapped him forever in Hell. To see a character respond with such feral rage and pure intent to put him in the ground helps to cleanse my soul of years of arguing with people about Willy A.

In conclusion, this kinda reminds me of the true crime community and it hurts. Please stop defending this man. I get feeling sorry for him but excusing his actions is such a shitty way to totally disregard the people he hurt. If you must write a William redemption ark, remember, ten years for every murder is the only valid thing to do at this point.

#fivenightsatfreddy's #fivenightsatfreddysfanart #cassidy #fnaf #circus baby #elizabeth afton #william afton #fnaf rant #rantings #rant #charlotte emily #charlotte #the puppet #michael afton #mike afton #chris afton #fnaf 4 child

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jacobseedvaas35 · 5 years

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A Love Like No Other

Jacob Seed X OC Ana Pearce

Warnings: Violence, Smut, Mention of abuse

Word Count: 1388

Tags: @dolphinitley

Chapter Six

Two weeks later, all of Ana's scars and bruises on her face, had finally disappeared. The belt marks on her back though, not so much. Some of the very bad marks remained on her skin and she didn't like it. She was embarrassed to wear tops or dresses that made the scars visible. No matter how many times Jacob complimented her and tried to make her feel good about it, Ana just wouldn't buy it. She started hiding herself in her cabin when people came to visit Joseph but she did make the effort of attending Joseph's sermon, at his church. She would wear jackets, jumpers or anything that hid the scars on her back.

Hannah and John had organised to throw a party in Holland Valley, near the lake side. Beers, food and music, it had everything. The dress code was to wear swimsuits, bikinis or whatever, because swimming in the Lake was a big must.

Ana thought the party was just between the two families, not knowing her sister and John had invited others to the party. Ana wore her bikinis but also wore a long shirt over it, so that he scars won't show.

"This is going to be an amazing time" Hannah said with excitement. "We will swim, dance, eat and drink, till midnight".

"Oh I don't know about midnight but yes, it will be a lot of fun" Joseph chuckled.

An hour later, slowly the guest started to arrive. Much to Ana's disappointment. She looked for Jacob and found him, starting a camp fire. "I thought this was just for our family? No one told me that other people were going to come".

"I thought you knew" Jacob said, standing up.

"No, I had no idea. Take me home Jacob".

"Ana, don't start. It's going to be a lot of fun and it will do you a lot of good".

"I don't want to be around other people. I feel insecure".

"Why? You're beautiful" Jacob approached her and put his arms around her waist. "There is nothing to be insecure about. Plus if anyone gives you a bad eye, they'll have me to deal with".

Ana sighed and gave him a small nod. Jacob pressed his lips on the top of her head, held her hand and walked her back to the small crowd, at the party.

She hated her father so much more now. He left these scars on her body, which now made her feel insecure and as if people were judging her. It was a terrible feeling but she had to fight all of it away. Ana knew she needed to get herself involved in big crowds. She had a protective brother and boyfriend. There was nothing she had to worry about.

As the afternoon reached, the party was already lit. People were swimming in the lake. Eating and drinking. Some were even dancing. Ana stayed by Jacob's side the whole time but found herself panicking again. People were forcing her to take her shirt off and get into the water and it was driving her crazy but she tried not to show it.

"Jacob I want to go home now" Ana whispered into his ear.

"Why? Aren't you having fun?" Jacob asked.

"No" Ana became impatient. "I'm ready to explode to the next person who tells me to take my shirt off".

Jacob looked at her and realised how annoyed she looked.

"All I want is to go home. You can stay and have your fun, don't let me poop on your parade but I want out of here. Right. Now" Ana said through her teeth.

"Fine. I'll get one of my men to take you home" Jacob stood up and escorted Ana out of the woods and to the car.

"Scott" Jacob called out to one of his men.

"Yes sir?"

"Take Ana home. If there is nobody there, keeping an eye on things, you stay with her. Understood?"

"Yes Jacob" Scott said.

"I'll see you tonight" Jacob turned to Ana.

Ana didn't say anything to him and followed Scott to the car.

Jacob returned back to the party, a little down after sending Ana home by herself but he had definitely understood how she was feeling, being around this big crowd and no one warned her about it.

"Where did Ana go?" Blake approached him.

"Home. She wasn't feeling really comfortable around the crowd. People were pushing her limits a little" Jacob informed Blake.

"I thought Hannah told her that all these people were going to come?"

"I thought she did too but apparently Ana didn't know. I feel bad" Jacob said.

"Hey, it's fine. Stay a bit more then you can go home whenever you want" Blake smiled and put his hand on Jacob's shoulder, before walking away.

The sun was now replaced by the moon and the stars were shining bright as well. The party had finally broken up and everyone was making their way home. Jacob was still feeling down and upset that, Ana wasn't there to have fun with him. As they pulled up into Joseph's compound, Ana was sitting on the small pier next to the church.

She stood up and walked over, greeting them with a smile. "How was the party?".

"Amazing. You should have stayed" Hannah said.

"Glad you all had fun" Ana responded back and walked over to Jacob, hugging him around the waist.

He hugged her back tightly, kissing her on the top of her head, then grabbed her hand and walked to their cabin.

The next morning, everyone was a little hung over but they all still managed to get out off bed and have a nice family breakfast, at Joseph's house.

"Yesterday was great and all but damn, I regret drinking so much" Blake said.

"Tell me about it" John responded to his comment.

"What did you do yesterday, Ana?" Haley asked her little sister.

"Watched movies and read some books. Had my little own party right here" Ana said with a smile on her face.

"You really need to stop hiding yourself, Ana" Hannah joined into the conversation.

"Sorry?" Ana asked.

"You just have to get over everything and get out there more often. The scars on your back are nothing to be dramatic about" Hannah said, not realising that her words were hurtful.

"Hannah" Blake called out, signalling to her to stop talking.

"What? I'm just saying. Stop being a drama queen and childish" Hannah said, pushing the limits.

Ana slammed her hands on the table and stood up with anger. "I'm sorry for being such a fucking drama queen Hannah".

"Ana. She didn't mean to say that" Blake tried to calm his little sister down.

"Bullshit, she didn't mean to say that" Ana turned to him. "What the hell do you expect me to do? Be of them?"

"Ana, I'm sorry..."

"I'm going to live the rest of my life with these scars and remembering the day that I got them. I can assure you Hannah, i didn't get them from falling or hitting my back on something. I got them from an abusive father. Now that's not something to be fucking proud of" Ana said in a lot of anger.

"Ana, she's apologised" Jacob finally stepped in.

"Get away from me" she pushed him away from her and ran out off Joseph's house.

"Well done Hannah. You just couldn't shut your big fucking mouth, could you?" Blake said and ran after Ana.

Haley and Joseph looked at each other, both in a lot of disappointment towards Hannah as well. Haley threw her fork onto the plate and walked out off the house as well.

"I'm usually a very calm person but I can't believe you said that to her Hannah" Faith said. "I'm disappointed in you".

"You were there the day your sister got those scars. Hungover or not, how could you even say something like that to the poor girl?" John asked. "She feels insecure about herself already, you didn't have any right to add onto it".

Hannah looked down at her lap, embarrassed and angry with herself too.

"I better go next to Ana" Jacob informed the remaining people.

"Jacob!" Blake came running into the house, panicking.

"What's wrong?" Joseph asked and stood up.

"It's Ana. We can't find her"

#jacob seed #far cry 5 #ana pearce #a love like no other #jacob seed x oc #love story #joseph seed #john seed #faith seed #hannah pearce #blake pearce #haley pearce #far cry 5 obsessed

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atinytreasures · 4 years

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⚠️ trigger warning ⚠️

mentions of child abuse

good morning my loves moonie🌙 here....

i just woke up from one of the most saddest yet happy dreams in a while. like i woke up with tears in my eyes!!!

(wooyoungie doesn't make a appearance in said dream🥺)

sooo i was san's older sister (by 3 years) and he had a twin (it was a girl. i will refer both of them as the twins) and we lived with our mom in the states. i think our parents were divorced or something i don't know. and like out mom was ab*sive to twins when they were little (like elementary) it started out verbal. like she would let h*rt them at first. but when she had h*t san for the first time that's why i stepped in and told her not to h*rt my baby brother and she'd move on to me.

our mom was MEAN like holy shit she was mean. she wouldn't feed them or anything because she felt like they didn't deserve it. she'd buy them like clothes when they needed it and school stuff but that was about it. when she bought food she'd have no choice but to buy extra because it would mostly be gone because i would feed them when she wasn't here. and she'd get mad saying i shouldn't feed these little demons and what ever but i never listened. as the years progressed it got worse.

when i went to middle school that's where i met seonghwa (our savior... you'll understand later) and his older brother (they were a year apart) and like us 3 became really close friends but i couldn't hang out with them because i needed to go get my siblings from a school. they'd occasionally come a long and we'd go over to their house sometime since they lived a block away from our house. when we went after being with hwa and his brother our mom wasn't there. so i told them to just go up in my room and watch tv (theyve been sleeping in my room since elementary school) and i was down in the kitchen washing the dishes (?) and i didn't even hear the front door open. but what i did hear was san start crying which made me stop and run up stairs to my room and mom was just be*ting san for no reason. the sister (his twin) was trying to get her off but she p*nched her in the face and she passed out. i jump on the mom and tell her to leave him alone and she just body slams me on the floor and starts ch*king me! and like right before i passed out (i was seconds away) she lets go and walks out the room.

so like some years passed.. me and savior hwa are seniors in high school and the twins are in freshmen. me and hwa are the bestest of friends and we were walking around the school when the sister came to me and said sannie is in the nurse he's sick. so we (the sister, hwa and me) go to the nurse and sure enough he's extremely pale and vomiting. the nurse said she called out mother and she's on the way to pick him up and we all panic (except for hwa. he doesnt know) so the mom (FAKE) comes in and is being all sweet to san saying she'll take him tit th doctor and what ever and leaves with him. i tell the sister to just go home and watch him. so she leaves. hwa asked like why i did that since our mom came to get him and i kinda brushed the question off. after school i was at my locker and hwa comes up and confesses right and like i start getting ready cause (aww that's so cute and at the same time i'm like i need to focus on my brother and sister) i tell him i just can't he asks why and i tell him i need to be there for my brother and my sister and i run away from him. i get in my car and drive home.. moms car isn't there. so i went inside and the sister is in the living room watching tv. i ask her where san and mom is and she said san is in the room. san was asleep when i got there. i waited for him to wake up and ask if she (the sister) took care of him while he was here and he said he didn't even know she(the sister) was here. which made me sooo mad. i went down stairs and asked her (nicely) why she didn't help her brother like i asked to and she said "that's not my job" i was so confused as to why she'd say something like that but i left it and just made something to eat for san. i was once again washing dishes (i was this time) and the door bell ran. the sister went to open it and in comes hwa and the older brother (san came down and was at the table drinking water) hwa came to me and asked me why again and i just broke down! no one, not even my own mother has seen me cry before so san and the sister (traitor you'll soon learn) was highly concerned as to why i just stared crying and i told hwa to help us. that we aren't safe here and he said how? so from my pocket i gave him a flash drive. on it were pictures of the bruises she's left on the twins when they were little and the rest were of me. i have it to him and told him to give this to your mom. and i told them they couldn't be here and they need to leave before she came back. but it was to late since the sister texted the mom and told her people were over!! so she comes in and tell them they need to leave now and i tell hwa to hurry we need you. they leave and the mom sl*ps san so hard and she p*nched me in the nose and in the mouth.

the next day (saturday) i was icing my mouth since it was swollen and san was hanging out in my room (we have no idea where the sister went off too) we heard the front door open followed by laughter. we peeled our heads down the stairs and the sister went shopping with the mom. i was beyond furious but i let it go. there was another knock on the door and it was a police man and a detective. they walked in and said where are the other two? and the mom said she doesn't know, the police had a search warrant so he's looking and comes up the stairs and sees me and san in my room. he calls the detective up and they question us and ask about my nose and mouth. i tell them that she p*nched me and sl*pped him yesterday. the detective asked about the flash drive they received from hwa's mom and i told them about all that's happened and the police arrested the mom and we were going to see her in court next month. the sister was mad that we got her mom arrested and i'm like... she's been ab*sive to us for years and your mad?!? that was annoying.

now it's time for the court trial and it literally was just a day (yay for our school system in this dream) they had teachers from our elementary, middle and high school that were concerned about br*ises they've seen, the pictures that were dated and of course us. so when all the teachers, san and myself went on the stand it was time for the sister to go up there and she said... it's all a lie. my heart DROPPED and i started shaking in my seat next to san. and she just went on and on that i was lying i put those br*ises on myself and them because i hated our mother and i'm just staring at her with this look of terror because what if they believe her and put us back in the home. so the judge looks away from her and over to me and san and sees the looks on our faces and tell her to stop talking. the judge (who was a man) tells me why am i looking like that. and i tell the sister "why... are you lying right now? why don't you want to send the person who's been nothing but mean to you all this time to go to jail?" and she said to stop lying she's nice and i'm just delusional. the judge tell me to stop and he's heard enough and says the verdict has been made. the defendant(? that's the one being accused right? i don't remember??) well who ever the lawyer was for my mom was mad and was like this is a week long process and all the evidence hadnt been looked at and blah blah blah. the judge is like, "do you see the terror in their eyes? and this one (the sister) must have been brainwashed into thinking she's a good mother and they're lying. and as a father... where is your father?" (the judge asked me) i told him he moved to korea to start his business. the judge says they'll try to find him and for the mean time we (me, san and the sister) will be staying with hwa and his mom until the dad is contacted, hit it little hammer thingy and left (that's not how the system works okay) so when we walked out of the court room i gave hwa the biggest hug and got in my knees to bow to him thanking him for saving not only me but my bother, my sister and any future children she planned on having. we all went to hwa's house and like i need to go to the bathroom and once i got out and was in the hallways i like passed out. when i woke up i was in hwa's room and he told me they can't find the sister. and i'm like she probably ran away or something and to not worry about her. she's no family of mine. san came up puffy faced since he's been crying and i tell him "we're going to be okay. if we don't want to live with our dad we can just do this by ourselves." and hwa is like me and my mom are coming with you. his dad and our dad are in business together and his father was just coming down to hell then pack and move but now both of our fathers were coming to get all of us and take us back. and the dream kinda ended when me, hwa and san were hugging on the bed.

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