The Embodiement Of My Aesthetic

The embodiement of my aesthetic

“Eco-socialism is not green social democracy. Eco-socialism aspires to egalitarian redistribution, public ownership of the means of production, respectful, modest, and humane management of the human interaction with non-human nature, and decommodification of social life globally, not merely locally. And it aspires to eliminating capitalism not merely locally, but globally.”

— Max Ajl, A People’s Green New Deal

I feel this in my soul

Hi. Could you write a fic where after hawk cuts off s/o wings, she becomes a lifeless doll. She doesnt react to anything and she basically has given up on life. Thxs

Part 1 link, this is basically like an alternate ending

Ah so basically you want to see the guilty birb? Guilty birb is my favourite ❤️✋🏻 I love Hawks guilty and shattered. Actually, guilty yandere troupes is my favourite. Like, kudos you destroyed the person you loved the most. What are you going to do about it now huh? Also, not beta'd... Today was an ehh day for me. I was too busy & my mood isn't the very best 🤐

Yandere Hawks x Reader: I wish I could change what happened

You survived the brutal, deadly slashes on your wings. It was a repercussion of disobeying Keigo. For not being his desired plaything like he always wants you to be. For not being a good captive. That's all you were, his captive, his to use and his to punish in whatever forms he sees fit. Part of you thought you could escape, maybe perform surgery, maybe live in a small apartment and never leave. Atleast, that would be your chosen cage.

Hell you don't even know what it feels like to have a choice anymore. But what hurts the most, what shatters your very core, is now you lost all your will to stay alive, to fight back, to do anything on your own.

At first when you woke up, the bone shattering pain on your back reminded you of Keigo's brutality. A gutteral scream echoing through the walls that could break glass caused him to leap towards you. His rage was gone, long gone, and as promised. He had your wings in a showcase in the living room. That's what you get from trying to escape the #2 pro hero. The one who's too fast for his own good. "Ssshh~ don't worry sweetheart, I've got painkillers." He spoke like a scared puppy. It was weird after the torture he just put you through.

Maybe, a tinge of his heart, or the rotten piece of flesh inside his chest felt an ounce of guilt. It was too late though, for both of you. Keigo won, he made sure you'll never leave. You'll always be his good little baby bird. But he lost, he lost you, the blooming feelings that just started. It was as if the small bud, blooming of your love was buried in ice, subjected to a storm and died. Yes, Keigo's rage and coldness killed you... Now you were just a body, just a mere skeleton covered in flesh, which he will soon regret.

There are times when you just stand in front of the mirror, numb, staring at it for hours. You and your reflection pitied each other, you tried to smile fake, but it disgusted you to your very core. You didn't even shed tears, not even giving him the privilege of any reaction at all. When you saw your beautiful wings, now lifelessly tucked behind a glass wall. Like the head of a deer at a hunter's place. It only reminded you more, that you lived with the bird of prey.

"You like them? They are so pretty right? I love them so much!" He chirped, holding your shoulders and caressing your arms. He thought you might revolt, or cry, and he'll envelop you in his arms and soothe you, comfort you, tell you it'll all be okay.

You did none of those things, just a blank stare at the showpiece that once was on your back. That once helped you see and reach for the skies. Memories of you first learning to fly flooded your head. Life was so... Simple until a Hawk decided to make you his toy.

You walked away without saying anything, nothing else brewing in your heart except the urge to give up. To give up everything. Even dying seemed like a hassle. You just went on auto-pilot. Deeper and deeper into the endless pit of darkness.

"Baby? I made you breakfast, and guess what~ it's your faaavvvvourite!" Keigo entered every morning for a week, only to get nothing from you. He spoon fed you, but you didn't even chew the food. Blank stare on the mattress as you stayed numb. Your condition was getting worse, and worse. You didn't shower on your own, didn't eat.

Sometimes he saw a reaction in your dreams, when you cried and screamed, and he soothingly hugged you. Shedding a few tears of his own. His guilt was now eating him alive. What did you do Keigo? What in the hell did you do! You mutilated her! The love of your life... Shit!

The dreams also stopped happening, and Keigo took you outside on flights. Keeping you craddled against his chest as he made you see the Tokyo city lights. "It's so beautiful isn't it? But not as beautiful as my pretty bir- baby." He has refrained from calling you his bird, his baby bird, his love bird. Anything... Dreading that it might bring the haunting memories of your wings back. He shifted the showpiece to the basement. Hating himself for giving such an ill treatment to your beautiful wings. In the eyes of a desperate lover eager to see you heal, that was a small price to pay.

He even unlocked the house, letting his feathers loose and around you in case you wanted to go out. But you sat on the bed, knees curled up and your chin on them, like an immovable doll. All day... All his feathers could pick were the sound of your breathing. He really, really fucked it up.

Finally, he tried taking the psychiatrist road. Dressing you up pretty, stuffing the doctor with millions of yen to keep his mouth shut. But you didn't speak. It was killing him at this point. It has been months he's seen you talk. He answers for you at this point. "Baby did you like the steak?"

An eerie pause for a minute and he resumes, "Aw, you loved it? Of course you will, I made it with the finest ingredients."

It was crazy, but he was missing you too badly. He helps you gulp your medicines, they just make you high and asleep. Nothing else. Nothing was working, Nothing could work... He was slowly realising it. The sheer helplessness he felt. Maybe he should try, something else? Maybe he should try drilling your cunt with his dick. That outta let you moan out atleast— right? But his guilt won't let him, shoving those thoughts away, tugging his hair in desperation, he sobbed. Scream crying later while you sat in the bedroom, numb as always.

You heard his screams, his sobs, but you couldn't react. It was as if you've forgotten it all. Moments later, his defeated footsteps, slouched shoulders and his wings all left in the living room. He came to you, like a pilgrim eager to reach his destination, to achieve salvation. He fell onto his knees, silent tears wetting your joggers. "I'm so sorry, so, so sorry-" his voice broke, muscular arms hugging your waist tight, his voice muffling as he buried himself against your belly. "Please, please angel face, please forgive me! I am so sorry, I- I will do anything."

That was the day Keigo realised that he truly lost you. Gripping you tight and sobbing for hours while you stared blankly at the wall. Pitiful? Maybe, but that's what a monster gets...

Sometimes I forget

That I'm about to graduate college. I've been stressing about school for so long, now I'm scared of what life will be after I leave. I applied to my first big girl job and who knows what will happen. Its so hard thinking about the future because I have a test to study for now but my mind is worried about how many interview shirts should i have in my closet. Pray for me, darlin.

So true. The closest they’ll get to the truth is saying “vote with your dollars”