Tw: Death - Blog Posts
If you manage to take down one, the other is never far behind...
His Immortal
Permission to use art from the INCREDIBLY talented @vanerchest. Feeling very honoured! I think about this piece often whenever I write Alucard angst.
C/W: Alucard (Ultimate) x senior!Reader, angst, on death and dying, hospital setting, hurt/no comfort, shadow writing. Inspired by the legendary song "My Immortal" by Evanescence Words: 998
You supposed you were the one who was selfish for choosing this mortal fate and leaving your greatest love behind.
Did you regret this path? Sometimes you thought perhaps you did. There would have been tons to gain by becoming an ageless vampire at his side, and on occasion, you used to speculate 'what if?'
It didn't matter. It was far too late to backtrack anyways, and it would be an insult to do so, after living such a beautiful, full lifetime spent with Alucard, teeming with precious memories and magical experiences. He aged with you through the decades –at least he made it so his appearance did.
But as with all mortals who lived long enough, you too eventually grew very old, frail, and sick. Your body betrayed you and no longer belonged to you. It didn't obey when you wanted to walk, speak, eat, or even breathe.
So here you lay in a hospital bed, intubated and sedated, machines replacing the function of vital organs while multiple drugs dripped nonstop to hold you captive in this realm. What a sight you made, with tubes protruding from every corner on your skeletal form.
Your body may have failed, but fortunately you never developed dementia. Your mental faculties were as crisp as the night you met so long ago. A piece of you was still buried within, floating from above and somehow aware of the happenings around you in your comatose state.
The various alarms and buzzing were only background noises by now, and there was little commotion this time as well, but you felt a sense of relief. Sighing inwardly, you wished Alu would leave your side for a moment so you could just die already, though you knew that was an empty hope. The vampire had not parted from the bedside your entire stay.
Was he scaring the nurses by crying again? You hoped he'd remember to make them forget this time. And not to terrorize the staff and force them to do whatever it took anymore. You recalled the time you surfaced with another set of thick tubes in your neck and groin, and how painful they were. How frightening it was.
"You must live," he whispered to you at night at first. For his sake. So you did, trapped in the confines of your weathered shell, you continued to exist for him, slowly spiralling downhill until now.
With any other man, you'd be helpless to communicate in your vegetative state, but Alucard had never been as mediocre as 'normal.' So you begged him through telepathy. After all these years, reaching for his mind was as easy as sifting through your own thoughts, as natural as breathing (well, back when you were still able to do so independently). You implored him again to let you go. You were terminal and old, with no hope for recovery or any good prognosis. Being connected to every form of life support was not life, just a sad fate that prolonged your suffering and delayed your inevitable expiration.
Long ago, he promised not to let you suffer.
Alu, please don't make them bring me back again when my heart stops.
The weary, congested muscle thudded weakly towards failure. You were already dead in every way except you still possessed vital signs. The numbers were just evidence of the drugs, transfusions, and machines at work though.
The irony wasn't lost on you. At the end of the road, after declining his many offers to turn you when you were a maiden, you were finally just like Alucard, the living dead. You'd laugh if you could.
...More than anything, you didn't want him to see you like this, a husk of the vibrant woman you once were when you fell for each other. The unlikely circumstances of your meeting and scenes from your life flashed by in an instant. The vampire would tell you throughout the decades, when he'd get in one of his romantic moods, that you'd always be his sprightly young woman no matter your age. He actually only told you again yesterday. Or was it last week?
How long have you been laying here?
The mind's eye saw his seated figure clearly and smiled. Actually, your tired mind pondered, you certainly did not regret a moment of your life with Alucard. He was the perfect partner and his unchecked devotion never gave you a reason to regret choosing him. Your lifespan was too short for that, he used to tell you.
But you regretted leaving him behind to be alone once more.
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Your heart stopped. And he loved you enough to let you go.
You were free.
Your spirit lifted from the prison of your flesh and you soared, wrapping around your love with your incorporeal form, sinking into him and caressing the unbeating heart that had ever belonged to you. This time, you wiped away the blood tears that fell.
You quivered.
Liberated from the pains and illnesses of advanced age, it was as if you'd become new and for the first time ever, like the fog lifted and you could finally see with clarity. Your non-existent chest tightened at the sight of your love crushed by your death, looking utterly devastated and lost. There was no sobbing or outward breakdown, but you knew his expressions well.
Nebulous fingers smoothed over inky black locks while you cradled his cheek. Glistening eyes the colour of polished rubies stared blankly at your lifeless corpse, your chest still rising and falling mechanically before the ventilator was turned off. He could not feel your soothing touch anymore and it broke you.
...
You will watch over your vampire from above and wait for him for the rest of your eternity, until he returned to dust and was no more. Then you'd meet him wherever he ended up. Just as he was, you were bound by the life you left behind.
And even if he was unaware, he still had all of you.
~End~
(For more angsty romance, check out my one-shot “Without You” on AO3. Warning: Smut abounds in that one. It is about the occasion when Reader chooses to remain human for her remaining days with Alucard. You will find similar themes to this short scene)
Rebloging because 1. holy shit and 2. the link for the young man’s death no longer works, hoping someone will update the link maybe? (All the other links I tried worked)
PETA
you guys remember when PETA stole people pets off their porches and euthanized them?
you guys remember how it came out that PETA kills about 90% of the animals it takes in, including healthy and adoptable puppies and kittens, stating “ We could become a no-kill shelter immediately. It means we wouldn’t do as much work”?
you guys remember when PETA advocated killing all pit bulls for the crime of being pit bulls?
you guys remember when PETA handed out these comics to children when there were no adults looking?
you guys remember when they made a porn site and then filled it with videos of animal abuse, and (also in that link) claimed cats should be vegetarian?
you guys remember when PETA lied about sheep shearing, got caught, and defended the lie as true even after they admitted the sheep in their picture wasn’t even real?
you guys remember when they tried to excuse their horrifying ways by claiming that the person who exposed them was manipulating the facts by taking them and putting them in the wrong context?
Because I remember. I remember everything.
And I’m gonna make sure everyone else remembers too.
I wrote a lil something :)
Hope you enjoy!
I CAN’T😭 I love Jinx so much! She will met Isha again 😭😭😭 TW Spoilers!!!!!
Day 4- Mourning
When Evelyn and her son mourned the loss of their loved one…
❌Please don’t hate or copy my artworks!❌
Met Chloe’s bloodline (I got very quickly with it)
Alycen Soira- He was a young man who was kind to everyone and had a perfect relationship with his family, he was Hispanic and he learn English by his mom. He was 20 when he met his “love of his life” (He will later regret meeting) when he was in his mid 20’s, he got married and was a father to Chloe Soira, as he every single day he was forced to take care of his lazy wife, he try to make money day by day, until he was early 30s, he wanted to divorce his toxic wife and move on with the full custody of his daughter. But one day he sadly got murder by his own wife.
Oliver McKenzie- Oliver was born in a business family, as for her mother who was a killer of the mafia family..she follow her mother’s footsteps, as she became a toxic, manipulative woman who didn’t care about anyone but herself, as she became a cannibal and work with other people who were evil people, as she in her 20s, she met Alycen. They got married and had Chloe..as Oliver wanted her daughter to be just like her.. Chloe wanted to be like her father an artist, as she got very jealous and wanted full custody of her daughter, as one day she got very angry and murderer her own husband. As she force Chloe to be just like her..but she does die by her daughter who took avenge for her father.
Chloe Soira- The daughter of Oliver and Alycen, as she was born in a toxic household with her father who was the only person who wanted her to do what she wanted to do in her life without no one telling her who to be, as she was a kid as her mom ask her “Who do you want to be in your whole life.” As Chloe answer to be like her father. As she was a young teenager..she was forced to witness her father being killed..as she try to escape but couldn’t by her mom’s helpers. So as years passed by she became like her mother as her trauma and regret became more serious then before, she realized that being like her mother was one of the most worst things that she ever regret. As she grew stronger and more toxic, as she met her love of her life but it was an enemy who was forced into murder and cannibalism by his own family.
I wanted to make Oliver a faceless character, there be more characters for this story! Bye-byeeee! ❌Please don’t copy my drawings please! If you want to make a fanart of my character please tag me❌
And she slipped away quietly in the wee hours of the morning.
Oh, life, why must you hurt so much.
NEW AU COMING UP
Me and my friends from discord chatted a bit from this, thanks to them, I can finally come up with an au
- Set in post canon
- It started in the morning, Ambro and Nimona are trying to wake Bal up but it didn't work
- They did everything they can until they called the doctor for help
- The Doctor confirmed that Ballister's been poisoned
- Ambro and Nimona just couldn't believe it on what they heard so they started investegating on who poisoned Bal
- It took a while but with Nimona's animal forms, they were able to track the culprit
- When they exposed it, the culprit explained that they poisoned Bal just to avenge the director
- After they sentence the Culprit, the 2 with the big help of Meredith anazyle the poison Bal took in search for the cure
- Meredith agree to watch over Bal in his coma, so Ambro and Nimona can go beyond the wall to search for the cure but they must find is ASAP otherwise Bal won't wake up, or even worse: he'll die
- The search took almost a month with all the struggles from the outside world, but Ambro and Nimona finally go the cure
- While Meredith's working on the cure, she realizes that not only the cure can heal the poison but also true loves kiss
- Neither of the 3 did know that it’s true loves kiss that wakes the curse
- And once Ambrosius kisses Ballister after a long and grueling quest with nimona
- His eyes flutter but he doesn’t wake up fully. His face twitches and fingers wiggle but he isn’t awake
Nimona, defeated, hugs Ballister’s body and presses her nose at his hairline
- Because they worked so hard and been through so much for him to wake up and she wants to blame Goldie
- But in reality she knew deep down that it was silly that maybe true loves kiss does save the day
- And while the cries remain, Ballister finally wakes up.
- Because it was true love, the main healing yet the cure is secondary
- It was the true love both the people in his life had for him together that pulled him out of the curse
Facts about this: It was originally gonna be angsty, no cure, no true loves kiss, only death
- Why? Cause this was set in pre canon, the director was gonna kill Bal by poisoning him to death
- Same thing happens with Ambro waking Bal up, but Queen Valerin was there
- During the funeral, Queen Valerin decided to Bury Bal in the cemetery where the royals were burried, because she see's Bal as her own child
- Valerin's Grief was heavy, but Ambro's was even harder
- After almost a year, Ambro decided to investegate Bal's death so he set out to find every clue he could get with Valerin's permission.
- Took a while but he finally figured out and it was the director who did it
- The reason why she killed Bal is the same as canon, except Ambro manage to grab a hold of her and arrested the Director, for Commiting murder.
- In the end, once the director was Excecuted, Ambro and Valerin agreed to let the commoners become knights so Bal's death won't be in vain
always the idiot with the slowest heart and lowest worth, right? go ahead, yell at me more, father and mother. tell me how useless, lazy, selfish and horrible I am. how i do everything wrong, how i screw everything up. won't matter anyways, when you see my maggot ridden, bloated, decomposing corpse, right? atleast it'll be quiet for me. no longer will i stare foolishly at your faces when you yell, no longer will i object vocally to anything you say.
i will give you the peace you want, mother , and father
might as well post these
Animals are not a gift or a toy. They are a responsibility that can last for years. If you want to give your family or friends an animal, make sure they are prepared for all the implicit care and emotional attachment.
As someone who loves critters, and who takes care of two aquariums, I have been given animals as presents before. This is Zillo, the only survivor of a group of five juvenile salamanders I was given this last Christmas. I love him to death, and I was thrilled when my brother gave them to me. But I have never cared for a salamander before. It is a completely different kind of care and attention then what I give my fish. As a result, four other perfectly healthy salamanders lost their lives.
If you want to give your friends/family an animal, please consider wether they are prepared to take care of it, or even have the financial and mental bandwidth for it. A much more appreciated way to give a pet to someone is to give them the supplies they will need, rather than the animal itself. A pet owner will love this so much more because often the supplies to care for the pet are more difficult to procure than the animal itself. Not only that, but it shows that you were thinking of the person and the animal when you were buying the gift. I guarantee a pet owner will recognize that and be so much happier
And that’s why we give them flowers 🌸🌻🌹 Have a nice and colorful Easter 😊 (But please don’t gift any live animals, thank you) WEBTOON ~ INSTAGRAM
The Wire
legs kick fiercely at the ground
dirt flies as claws sink further
I can feel it still
the wire
wrapped around my neck
and there is no hope
squeals from me, from them
the sound of wood snapping
it’s getting dark
I recently found out why my mom would never sleep around me when I was a kid. Like she’d never let herself take naps or sleep if I was awake, ever. Or if she did, she would lock her bedroom door. So when I was 6, I was asleep in my bed in the middle of the night when I hear a loud bang, like a pot being dropped and come out to the living room to see my mom standing by the window, with just a huge pile of spaghetti all over the sill, and a pot on the ground, and I ’m like “Are you gonna eat all that?” And ya’ll she get’s BIG MAD and yells at me and chases me to my room but then a little while later a bunch of cops show up and ask me a bunch of random ass questions about my art? Like this one cop lady keeps asking me to draw dragons for her?! And they seem mad as hell
I didn’t want to get arrested so I just never asked my mom for spaghettis after that. Lesson, learned. Don’t ask mom for spaghettis or she’ll call the damn police on you.
So I have this memory in my head, and it goes unquestioned until I say it outload for the first time a few months back and as soon as I say the words “When I was six, my mom called the cops on me for asking for spaghettis” My adult logic slams into place and is like “Hang on. Your mother definatly did not call the police on a 6 year old for asking for spaghetti.”
So obviously that’s not what really went down. I call up my mom to tell her how I remember it and on top of her figuring out why her kid has always been really cagey around spaghettis for the last 3 decades she tells me what really happened.
So on that night, a man tried to break into our house through the front window. It was just my mom, and her kids so she did what she felt she had too and shot him in the head. He’d been wearing a helmet, which landed on the floor under the window.
Now I just want ya’ll to put yourselves in my moms shoes for a minute here. This woman has just taken a human life. The trauma of that- the instant agony, the panic, the guilt, the fear- all of it hitting her at once, her only solace the knowledge that her children are safe. She protected her daughters. No matter the cost to her soul- her children are safe.
Then she looks up and sees her six year old staring at the inside of this mans head before saying “Are you gonna eat all that?”
There are so many things I wish I could tell you that I'm lost.
I know for sure that next at least year will be a hell. Please, consider the possibility of psychotherapeutic/medical support if thoughts of death become obsessive.
I'm not really obsessed with death. Truthfully speaking, I'm not even suicidal.
I'm not sad, in fact I feel somewhat apathetic. I think my reaction is manifesting itself in an unwillingness to do much after his death-there are so many things I should be doing (reading more books, writing more, reading about writing, going out for walks and exercise) but I just stay on the computer all day.
Also, I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to discuss with a therapist. I'm not really sure what I'd say to them.
Anyway, thanks for the message. It's nice to see messages like these.
I have an exam tomorrow and it's weird, because months ago I was studying with it for my dad, and now he's dead. And tomorrow I'll be free but my dad is dead and I never thought that this would happen. I don't know really know what to say at this point.
Sooooooo
I finished this animation
You can watch it
Or not
It's fine either way
Thank you Mario..thank you
A little story about Peach waiting for someone to save her
But this goes with the Red hands story line, meaning she was..um..taken advantage of
So yeah. Woo.
She was kidnapped by king Koopa, raped, and thrown in this cell to die
“My prince will come for me..my prince will save me..my prince will love me..my prince..won’t come...”
A princess sang into the darkness of her prison, she was the princess of the Mushroom kingdom and her name was Peach
Peach looked out into the darkness hearing something shift around inside it
But her thoughts were interrupted by a screech of a monster
A red man walked in looking exhausted,”Are-a you Princess Peach?”
The princess curled herself in a ball watching the door open
“NO! NO NO NO! NO MORE PLEASE!!” Peach screamed crying out loud
But Bowser didn’t enter the room
Peach’s eyes widened seeing a friendly face,”U-Um yes..I am..”
“I-a heard you needed help..so..I-a got rid of the turtle. I’m Mario Mario!”
She smiled standing up and running towards him with a hug, Mario jolted a bit at the hug but hugged back with a smile
“Thank you Mario...thank you..”
TW : su1cide, talk of death, uhh SH ig
When my dog dies I’m either gonna kill myself or the people around me
no in between
That’s unbelievable.
I can’t believe one person could do that to the other. That’s just so frightening. Gruesome.
Today, 14th of January, mayor Adamowicz died. I hope he’ll rest in peace.
Crime News, January 13th, 2019: Paweł Adamowicz (53), Mayor of the Polish city of Gdańsk, has been stabbed while on stage in a suspected assassination attempt.
Paweł Adamowicz, pictured above on stage during the event before he was attacked, was appearing before a crowd of hundreds of people during a charity fundraiser for the Great Orchestra of Christmas Charity when he was attacked tonight. A 27 year old male resident of Gdańsk armed with a blade rushed on to the stage during the show and stabbed Adamowicz before being restrained.
Before being detained, the attacker used a microphone to speak to the crowd, telling them his name was Stefan and that he had previously been wrongfully imprisoned by Adamowicz’s former party, and that this was why Adamowicz had to die. Adamowicz was rushed to hospital in a “very serious condition” according to Polish interior minister Joachim Brudzinski. The minister also called the attack an act of “inexcusable barbarity”.
The suspected attacker has been placed under arrest and he did not assault anyone other than the mayor during the incident. Local media reported that the attacker had used a press pass to get on/near to the stage, but this is unconfirmed at the moment. Polish news agency PAP has said that the attacker used “a sharp tool” in the stabbing. Adamowicz’s current status is unknown.
Character Spotlight
Agent Vivien. Twenty-eight. For her, home is a place you cannot escape like the smoke in your lungs from a housefire your father started. You still cough up dollhouse plastic and holy basil from time to time and it smells like your mother's grave. She picks up after her baby brother's messes who is twenty-five. Her mother dies, but it's the aftermath that sets the implosion. A shark at her job, she keeps moving, she's got to, or she'll drown. She craves the distance and the compartmentalization her job gives, the quick escape from knowing the aftermath of her jobs. Never stick around for the aftermath.
Your drunk father burnt down your house when you were a little girl. You cough up dollhouse plastic from time to time. It smells like your mother's garden where she is buried. When you chase down a bottle of Jack, smoke roils in your lungs. It still smells like your mother's garden.
The drink in Laila’s hand sloshes crimson and ribbon thick when she picks it up, the metal of her prosthetic hand clinking against the shot glass. The taste of copper and nickel coats the roof of her mouth as she downs it in one go, and then sneers at the way her tongue tries to chase the taste again. She quickly sneaks a glance to find no one watching.
The TV blares—the brightest object in the room, the fluorescent bulbs and lights content to mingle in the dark. Clad in glamour and glitz, the throng of people on the dance floor shake and grind, rake their hands up their bodies and others in a psychedelic haze of sweat and spit.
Through the crowd, a fairy’s wings shimmer as he clashes his mouth against a translucent man. Their pulse hammers to the beat of an indie rock song by the Vampire Weekend. She snorts at the irony.
Then, a scream pierces through her head. She exhales sharply, clutching her head in her hands. Spots of color block her vision, and she slams her eyes shut, only to see an inverted image of a man. Please, not again.
She scrambles to throw a wall in her mind and forces her eyes wide open. One moment, the man is sitting in front of her tangible and in full technicolor, a cut splitting his cheekbone and water dripping down his blue lips. The next, he flickers out until she is staring at the rows of wine bottles.
Another person, dead. Nine in the past fortnight.
Those Who Betray Death
‘I was poisoned by my daughter,’ the woman tells Death. Her lips are bloody, her words choked out, past rattling lungs. Chintz teacups on the table—half-full of Oolong tea—are just out of her reach from her body on the floor, curling her body in a fetal position. Mara isn’t looking for sympathy, but Death gives it anyway.
It replies with the smile of an exhumed corpse of a nun—distantly kind past the grave. It has heard this story before, and this isn't where the story ends.
Death knows endings well but listens. You poisoned her ears first, it does not croon, corrupted her serpent tongue, then her greedy mouth. The human venom is poisonous to its own kind. She hears the truth anyway. Denial has no use in Death.
It bends low at the waist and kisses the woman's paper-skinned knuckles, tasting life's flesh and the faint pulse that precedes its domain—jackrabbiting at the touch. She is scared.
Once an empty hand, now not, Death holds a withered spider-lily in its hand, flourishes it out to her like magician at a child’s birthday party. Her daughter has left long ago. No one will be here to help, which is why Death is. A tear drips down her crow’s feet etched permanently around her eyes as she looks upon the flower with wonder.
As she grasps the stem and pulls it close to her chest, she asks, ‘Have you ever been betrayed?’ What an odd question to ask a god-like entity, she thinks.
Death kneels in front of Mara—hardly the first of her name or the last—and sits cross-legged, like you would on your childhood friend’s bed at a slumber party. It replies matter-of-factly, ‘Yes.’
When it picks her up, it’s head lingers in the direction of the cups. It lowers its head as if to look at her; she can’t see its eyes, so she cannot be sure, but she gets the sense that is the answer in itself. Her lips and fingernails turn blue to match her eyeshadow.
‘I know the time to collect each being. That is the promise made at the beginning of each beginning. I do not like those who hurry me,’ Death curls the corner of his top lip in half a sneer and half a snarl, ‘but never mind that, I will see them soon enough.’
That is the last thing Mara hears before her pulse fades, suspending her in Death’s domain.
#BlackLivesMatter - Petitions to sign.
14-year-old Joāo Pedro was killed by the Rio de Janeiro police. Joāo was shot at his home and his body was taken by the Rio de Janeiro police. His family waited 17 hours until receiving news of his whereabouts. They finally found his dead body at a medical examiner’s office. The family counted 72 bullet marks on the walls of the house.
George Floyd was murdered by a Minneapolis police officer.
George was handcuffed and restrained and being completely cooperative when this all went down. The officer put his knee on George’s neck choking him for minutes on minutes while George screamed that he could not breathe.
Bystanders beg for the police officer to take his knee off George’s neck, but the officer didn’t listen and continued to choke him.
Petition for the punishment of Minneapolis police officers after the assassination of George Floyd.
Julius Jones has only 122 days before being executed for a crime he DIDN’T COMMIT. Julius has lived on death row for almost 20 years, and is held in solitary confinement for 23 hours a day. He is allowed one hour of sunlight a day, and three showers a week. Every minute we wait to take action, Julius is suffering. Every second that goes by brings Julius closer to being executed for a crime he didn’t commit.
Tony McDade was a transgender black man who got killed by police in Tallahassee. No one is talking about it.
A 12-year-old girl has drowned in the River Irwell in Greater Manchester.
Greater Manchester Police said it was treating what happened as a “tragic incident” and did not believe there were any suspicious circumstances.
Ahmaud Arbery was chased and gunned down by Travis McMichael, son of retired Brunswick investigator Greg McMichael, under the father’s and son’s pretenses of witnessing a burglary in Satilla Shores of Glynn County.
Jennifer Jeffley was 15 years old when she was arrested for the murder of Maria Palomina. A murder that she did not commit. Innocent of the crime that she was convicted of, Jennifer has been behind bars more than 20 years serving a life sentence.
Regis Korchinski-Paquet was murdered by Toronto Police. A call was made for a domestic incident and Toronto police officers were present on the 24th floor in a High Park apartment building to “observe” 29-year old, Regis. Shortly after, she allegedly fell off the balcony.
Sean was a victim of police brutality. He was running from the police and was on Facebook live. The police officer tased him while he was going down and then shot the man 14 times in the back.
On October 4th 2016 Amiya was stepping off of her school bus and was hit and killed by a car.
11 months later my family and I met with the District Attorney John Weddle and Sadie Gardener. Neither of them took the case seriously and it showed because shortly after that my family was informed that Karen Carpenter would not be charged.
On June 7th, 2019, Emerald Black a pregnant, black woman, and her fiance were pulled over by police officers after coming from a doctors appointment.
The officers spoke to Ms. Black’s fiance while she stayed in the car.
The officers began to order her out of the car. Ms. Black was clearly pregnant and she had let them know that she had just gotten back from a doctors appointment where she was also informed that she was at a high risk for a miscarriage. Despite this, the officers yanked Ms. Black, still in her hospital clothes, and threw her to the ground. They taunted her, piled on top of her, and stomped on her stomach causing her to miscarry. The stomp had also left a shoe mark.
Chrystul Kizer is an incarcerated trafficking survivor who is being charged with life in prison for acting in self-defense against her trafficker.
The punishment that Chrystul is facing for defending her own life signals that black women and girls have no selves to defend.
Tamir was only 12-years-old when he was shot and killed last year by a Cleveland police officer as he played in a park with a toy gun. Timothy Loehmann, an officer in training, shot and killed Tamir within two seconds of arriving at the park. The police car hadn’t even fully stopped before he began shooting.
Siyanda was racially abused and beaten by a group of people. After defending herself - instead of being protected by the justice system - she was sentenced to 4 ½ years of prision.
One month ago, a division of the Louisville Police Department. performed an illegal, unannounced drug raid on Breonna’s home. Not a single officer announced themselves before ramming down her door and firing 22 shots, shooting Breonna 8 times, killing her.
Alejandro is a innocent 15 year old, African American who got shot 7 times while walking to Boone High School, in December of 2018. NO ARREST HAVE BEEN MADE!!!
We need legislation now that prohibits police officers from shooting unarmed citizens!!!
Death Type: Embarrassment
💼 Supervising Entity: Netherworld Department of Death
😳 Subdepartment: Feels Finalization Unit » When the drama really takes over «
💀 Reaper: Crispin
⤷ Role: Heartfelt Harvester ⤷ Alignment: Benevolent ⤷ Territory: San Myshuno
⏳ Decedent: Miko Ojo
☠️ Death Trigger: 「 🎬 」 Stack embarrassed moodlets until your Sim is mortified ➥ Pack required: Base Game / (Karaoke = City Living) 👻 Ghost Behaviour: Get embarrassed occasionally
More Death Types [ x ]
💀 Crispin » Oh, Crispin, my dear. If blushing left a stain, he’d be redder than a fresh crime scene. « — Donna ✦ Genetics ⊱ Paper Bag • 💀 • Skin ✦ Clothes ⊱ Hoodie • Shorts • Sneaker • Belt ✦ Accessories ⊱ Headphones
⏳ Miko ⊱ Hair • Hat • Top • Skirt • Tights • Sneaker ✦ Akira ⊱ Hair • Beard • Tattoo • Kimono • Top • Pants • Sneaker • 📷 ✦ Darling ⊱ Hair • Hat • 🎧• Top • Bandages • 👖* • 🧦 • Sneaker
* Base Game
C R E A T O R S
Crispin @pralinesims @gorillax3-cc @imadako @weepingsimmer @pyxalicious @lamatisse
Miko @daylifesims @sentate @joliebean @babyetears
Akira @johnnysimmer @nell-le
Darling @johnnysimmer @nucrests @darte77 @quarterkrogan @jius-sims @eunosims
I came to this realization years ago but: Korea loves Kpop girls, but don't love the actual girl.
They love the persona: the aegyo, the sexy stage, the bubbly songs, the submissiveness of female idols.
However, when these girls; these women (because I feel like some of them aren't even seen as that) are vocal about feminism, inequality, self love, or take any control over their lives; they are demonized in an instant. If someone leaked pictures of them that were supposed to be private, they are slut shamed, attention whores, ugly, or not that talented to begin with.
And this isn't restricted to kpop. This isn't restricted to Korea itself. But this is a factor, one of many, that messes with someone's mental state. Which could lead to things like suicide.
This quick "shoot down idols for being slightly flawed or human" is prevalent to both genders. We've lost idols from both genders. But there will ALWAYS be a different standard for women because they are supposed to be the pure innocent person that fits the societal gaze.
At the end of the day, if we do not break that mentality thrusted at us that these female idols (and all idols too) are simply here to be Barbie dolls and not human beings, then we run the risk of losing another idol.