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“If I see my father, it’s ON SIGHT.”
this goes into the topic of aging up minors. i’m not sure what triggers to tag this as, as i am gonna be talking a lot, so i’m gonna cut this post, feel free to read.
So, I feel like I’m always in the “middle” of the whole aging up protagonists debate. And usually, I don’t like to share my opinions on these things because I DO NOT want to be met with “oh you sensitive piss baby it’s just fiction blah blah” but some of the concerns I do have, I don’t want people to think I support things with pedophile undertones. Because while I DO write adult protags, I feel like it’s not coming from a bad place. I made them adults because I was exploring more into their lives after their journeys. Hell, I just put out a short story regarding Touko’s struggles with her father, and I have many short paragraph drabbles on Dawn talking about her career, so I know that I’m not a fucking creep who aged them up for the wrong reasons. With that being said, a part of me feels conflicted because I grew up with these characters and in my head, they aged along as I. When Touko was sixteen in Gen 5, I was thirteen years old. So it’s weird for me as an adult now, to suddenly look at Touko, and go “NOPE. Never can be an adult.” These characters aren’t Peter Pan, I mean, if Red can canonically be an adult, so can the likes of Dawn/Lucas, and Touko/Touya. And I’m not trying to start discourse or anything, I just want to know how exactly can someone know if you’re aging up a minor JUST for smut? Obviously if you see a blog that’s RPing Dawn or whatever and is always smutting and nothing else but they’re like “it’s okay they’re 18!” then we know they’re doing that for the wrong reasons (which, by the way, if you’re going to age up a protagonist, making them 18 to do fuck all instead of.... any age above 21 is CREEPY, point black period. but that’s a convo for another time.) but is it still wrong to have them engage in sexual content from time to time, when under normal circumstances, that’s not what the portrayal is primarily focused on? Like if the aged up protag account in question has 90% character development rps and like 10% smut rps?
To clarify, I DO understand that no matter how this is spun, discomforts are discomforts. It doesn’t matter what the writers intentions are, if you don’t want to consume that content, you have every right not to. All I just want to say, is that if you’re aging up a minor, your portrayal should show that they’re an adult too. Put effort into showing us that this here protag, is an adult through demeanor and personality, and not just in age. And that I believe most people who age up protags aren’t doing it out of malicious or predatory reasoning, because most of us rping these protags grew up on Pokemon with the gen 5/6 protags being older than we were when playing, and didn’t JUST get into the series new and fresh and go like “this here is a child, but in my head, they’re legal anyways” I do however, understand the side eyes towards adult protag blogs. The whole reason why there’s concern for this topic in the first place, is because in real life, teenagers, girls in particular, are always sexualized and preyed on and a lot of times that frequently translates into fiction. But I’m not about to get into that aspect rn, if you know what I mean, you know what I mean. I’m putting this out there because I want to understand people and have meaningful conversations and listen, and if you’re on the end of the spectrum of “oh don’t worry about it, people on tumblr are just sensitive” THIS POST IS NOT FOR YOU AND I WILL BLOCK YOU IF THAT IS THE STANCE YOU TAKE.
“Tomorrow, I will dance again.”
Raiden is a constant, recurring thought that crept into her mind time and time again. Every once in awhile, when she takes the cab to work, sometimes she swears she can see him walking across the street at a stop light. Her world would stop, until she gets a really good look at him, and realizes that it’s just another stranger again.
Today was no different, except that today was fathers day, and that she let herself believe for one moment that the man that was on the sidewalk today was him, and that he was returning back into her life. Touko feels the heavy weight of disappointment when she clutches her bag, her frown flips into a smile when she steps into the dance studio. With the clap of her hands, practice was in session. Dancing was her comfort, her escape.
And dancing was also the reason why she didn’t have a father anymore.
Her body twirls in front of the two way mirror, and her students follow suit. But she’s too distracted by her own reflection, the dejection cracking through her work mask, to even critique her dancers movements. She twirls again, adding different moves along the way, as if that would shake off the pain.
After only an hour of instruction, Touko decides to end the class early. She turns to flash a smile at all of the dancers, and conclude the session. They did great today, it was her that couldn’t keep up.
She closes up the studio when everyone is gone, and drags out a punching bag right in the middle of the studio. Her hands slip naturally into boxing gloves, the feeling was like picking up where you left off with an old friend, even if it had been so long since you’ve seen them. The first swing to the punching bag brought her mind back home, back to when her father still loved her, and dancing hadn’t even been thought of.
Sometimes, she thought about what would’ve happened if she never let her child-like curiosity get the best of her way back when. If she’d just let Bianca go to her dance class without her. Touko knew that she wouldn’t have had it any other way, but it never stopped her from thinking about a world where her father was still in her life. Raiden could have met Tepig, he could have seen her off on her adventure-- he would’ve truly been happy when she became champion all those years ago.
Touko landed a hard kick to the bag, angry at herself. It was her fault that becoming champion wasn’t good enough to make Raiden forget about going to dance practice behind his back all those years. And on top of that, when she did get the chance to have her father back in her life for good, she threw that opportunity away so that she could go search for N-- the first love of her life.
She was never going to get her father back.
She betrayed him.
She was a terrible daughter, just like Raiden said.
Her memories transcended from her happy childhood, to the moment her father had put his hand on her for the first time.
“Y-You said that fighting was only for self defense! That you should never hit anyone when you’re angry, you’re never supposed to hit someone to assert your power over them!”
Her vulnerable, fourteen year old voice plays in her head, as she loses control of what she’s doing.
“Did you honestly believe that rule applied to ME?! I’M the parent. I can punish you how I like. You’ve disgraced and betrayed me and now you want to talk back to me like you know everything?! Is that another disrespectful trait you picked up from your little musicals? Wait until you see what I’m going to do to you!”
She socks the punching bag with her fist again, and her knees came crashing to the ground as she screamed with hurt and defeat. Touko succumbs to her heart break, letting the tears fall to her thighs. She didn’t have it in her to fight anymore...
...but the show must go on, no matter how much it hurt.
Touko still had to go to her other job at Pokestar Studios today. And with the last of her strength, she stood up, wiped her tears, and pulled herself together to call a cab.
Before she had clocked in, her friend and co-worker Nancy had noticed something was off. Nancy had pointed out how her eyes looked puffy, and asked her if she was okay. Touko mustered up energy to give her a faint smile.
“No, I’m not okay. I don’t feel okay.” She said honestly, looking directly at Nancy. “But, that’s alright, because...”
Her voice took on a more lifted tone as she patted down her face with foundation, giving herself a more hopeful look in the vanity mirror.
“Tomorrow, I will dance again.”
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“Hikari knows my opinion regarding fathers day. I only wish that we didn’t agree with each other on it.”
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“Hikari… I got your text, did you want to talk about him? Or did you want to just hang out here for tonight?”
“Maybe a bit of both.” She sighed, upset. “I’m just… tired of this haunting me. I’m tired of being the only one that hasn’t moved on. I’m tired of–” Her words were frozen still in the air, “Tired of being the Independent Woman, who doesn’t need a man.”
“Now, who said you had to do that?” Touko furrowed her eyebrows, “Be the Independent Woman, I mean. Surely, you’re not telling me that dating is what strips you of your identity… you were just fine, even when you were with him. You of all people, Mesprit’s chosen, should be the least afraid of being honest with your emotions. You don’t need to be Dawn Berlitz all the time. You at least have the right to say that you do want to fall in love again in the comfort away from the cameras.”
“No, that’s not what I’m saying, Touko… it’s just humiliating.” Her tone lowered, bitterly. “If I wanted to get ghosted in my own relationship, I would’ve dated a Gengar.” She looked to Touko, feeling broken. “The both of us have saved the world at least once, and love never seems to be in the cards for us. Yet, you’re oddly more optimistic than I am. Why?”
“Like I’ve said before, Hikari. It’s because I’m honest with myself.” She said calmly, “Sometimes you forget that your brand is your job, not who you have to be 24/7. When I clock out of the studio– my work mask comes off. You’re Dawn all the time, even when there aren’t any cameras. And I admire that, I really do. But, you don’t owe the world a strong face. You don’t owe him a strong face, especially when he wasn’t very strong himself.”
“I don’t even know if there’s any separating Dawn and Hikari anymore…” Her words had no emotion, but she meant them with her heart. “It’s like the mask only comes off when I’m asleep, or when I was with him. And you’re right, I don’t owe the world anything, but I owe it to myself to be strong.”
“No, Hikari, you owe it to yourself to feel and be as hurt and bitter as you possibly can, without that ‘strong woman’ filter you put on. Acknowledging that you’re hurt, while simultaneously trying to keep up appearances for the world is inefficient. Being strong isn’t one dimensional, and you of all people should know that.”
“Now I know why Zekrom choose you as the Hero of Ideals.” She chuckled, allowing her words to set in. She always liked listening to Touko go on about her views of life. This was one of the reasons why. “You want to have it all. You never want to have to choose between strength and vulnerability. For you, love is a part of your ideal world. I’m not sure if it can be a part of mine… I want it to be, but I feel like that’s my trade off for my heroism, my success.”
“We’ve been in places where we felt hopeless before, Hikari. And we’ve gotten out of them each and every time, this is no different. I escaped my father, and you became WAY more than just Sinnoh’s Champion after that identity crisis you had nine years ago-- we’ve gotten to do things we never dreamed of doing. You’ll get through this hurdle. When you face love, real love, it won’t do what he did to you.”
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