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@buyoka
❀ ʙᴜʏᴏᴋᴀ ⸻ private depiction of saionji hiyoko of super danganronpa 2, as maligned by evangeline ⁽ ˢʰᵉ/ʰᵉʳ ﹠ ᵉˢᵗ ﹠ ²¹⁺ ⁾.
୨୧ ꒰ a hymn to motifs of: 𝑓𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒 ℎ𝑦𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑎, childhood trauma, 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝, perturbing misandry, 𝖺 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝗎𝗆𝗌, the odor of bitter oranges or chlorine, innocence like a bathtub full of bullets, 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 / 𝒎𝒆𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒓𝒖𝒈, &&. monsters are even more scary when you've seen them afraid.
a girl's smile is the best reward for a hero of justice ! ♡
and if i made a tenko blog
“bittersweet, undefeated creature— / against you there is no defence”
— Sappho, from Sappho: Poems and Fragments tr. Josephine Balmer
“The world is not kind to anyone.”
— Yana Toboso, 黒執事 [Kuroshitsuji] (via ghostelic)
Furisode Kimono, Orange.
“Her blood is dancing, she wants to live, and there is no life here.”
— Anton Chekhov, from The Complete Stories; “In Exile,”
ダンロンらくがき５
A Softer World: 1182
(you cannot be allowed to live, knowing they are weak)
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PERMISSION FROM ARTIST
society can't function without dolls to play with: model, dancer, idol, all of them are subject to the whims of the media. they're to be dressed up and portrayed according to their whims- fated to be judged purely on their facades, the ugly, putrid parts of them discarded and ignored, no matter how authentic those parts may be. it's sad, isn't it? tragic? and yet it's so... predictable. society loves a celebrity, after all- and a celebrity must be hopelessly flawless, hopelessly beautiful, hopelessly perfect. out of everyone, junko understands how to maintain that veneer- so this, too, is predictable: junko's precise and tactful meddling with her appearance.
" you're not wrong, you know... it really is hard, " she moroses, eyes downcast- but despite her convincing performance of a simpering dog, she remains focused on the task at hand. " you gotta wear all this crap on your face for hours at a time- not to mention the camera flash and the stuffy lights... ah, if only it didn't enhance my super natural cuteness, i'd claw it off too... "
" well, you get used to it over time. but, honestly, you don't need all that! not only are you suuuper cute, you're also a dancer, right? intense makeup like mine is mega bad for you- what with the sweat and all. that's why we're going au naturel! "
this is why she boasts such a childlike fondness for junko ——— why she, despite all odds, gyrating through the world with a dual image of serpent beauty and malice, can so much as offer any sort of enjoyment speaking to the gyaru's presence. she is impish, provoking ire, petulant in each and every behavior that she purports to the world / junko doesn't seem to mind too much. AT LEAST, she can withstand the jabs and jeers that drool from buyō–ka's lips ( hiyoko would snidely declare that her words reflect back off of all the silicon inflating junko's tits ) without moaning and whinging like a certain nurse. a certain nurse, chiseled as the spitting image of all things repugnant and pathetic and unworthy.
“ right ! stage makeup is soooooo totally different. like, i'm not pretending to look like a prettier person than i actually am — there's an obvious contrast between the role i play when i dance, and who i actually am ! ” the line is not drawn so easily, in truth / sometimes life is much more tolerable when all eyes are fixated solely on her, as the music blares out in symbiotic harmony, when the attention is wrapping her up into a warm, maternal embrace.
AND STILL, she likes to be the doll. rarely is she doted over to such a strictly matriarchal manner. grandmother was detached and always had been : ultimately, all that matters is her proficiency in nihon buyō. nothing more, nothing less. and housemaids weaving underpaid fingers as to tie her obi do little to satisfy that craving that hiyoko otherwise lays claim to having buried deep within herself. she likes to be the doll, the pretty, delicate thing.
“ so what's your grand plan, enoshima-neechan ? are we gonna try and work the street corner ? or will that take away patrons from your night job ? ” feigned curiosity in how pointer finger finds residence by her chin, plump lips agape as to further delineate her inquiry.
Young Heretics - Bones of a Rabbit
You play with the wolves, but you sleep with the bones of the rabbit…
Friederike Mayröcker, tr. by Michael Hamburger, from “Patron Of Flawless Serpent Beauty,”
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IT MAKES HER FEEL A LITTLE CHILDISH. but the saionji clan boasts power, prestige ——— hand in unlovable hand with the disinclination to teach hiyoko to care for herself. buyōka function much like a child's dress up doll / existing to delineate / embellish her form in what apprises the parable best. as it stands : understanding does not come easy to her. logical partitioning of required aid aside, there is little in the realm of flesh all a - mesh wherein she may appreciate the hand lent by another.
this is all to say that juvenile countenance contorts with a melange of feigned scorn ; brat in human / doll flesh harbors enjoyment of being doted over, but there is always reputation to upkeep. such is why prim lips downturn into a grimace at the application of any mucilaginous makeup product against fairest porcelain.
“ jeez, enoshima-neechan, i don't know how you do it. if i wasn't so naturally adorable, i'd probably be clawing my face off 'cause of all this crap. the life of a cakeface must be really hard ... ”
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