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battymommastuff · 2 months

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The Other Side

Batmom x Batman, Batmom x Batfamily

Prompt: While digging through the attic, Dick Grayson and Jason Todd uncover a secret about their adoptive mother. A secret that reveals the true, and dark story of the most loved couple in Gotham City

!!TW!! - MENTIONS OF SA AND OTHER DARK THEMES

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!!DISCLAIMER!! - This likely won't be comic accurate (Obviously), but I did draw inspiration from the comics. If you are looking for something accurate, then this fanfic isn't for you.

You didn't get a chance to address the deep voice before a cloth was covering your face and the world went dark. A throbbing pain came next when you awoke. You were laying on a very luxurious bed. Looking down, you saw that you were still in your same clothing. Just a silk robe that covered your underwear. Your heart was racing as you looked around the room. Whoever lived here, lived in style. Everything looked as if it would cost you bodily organs to own.

Before the shock could wear off, the two massive double doors opened, and a man walked into the room. A mask covering his face, and his eyes watched you carefully. Your body visibly shrunk as you stared at the intimidating man across the room from you, "Ms. (L/N), I do want to apologize for the rather harsh retrieval of you. We have to take precautionary measures these days." The man said while stepping closer to you. He stepped into the moonlight, and you finally saw every detail of his mask. A golden bird mask...no owl mask. What the hell is going on?

"W-What do you want with me?" You asked, moving off of the bed once he got too close to you. The bed now served as a barrier between you and your kidnapper, but it didn't provide any comfort for you. All you could think of was being raped, and sold on the black market. Gotham City wasn't the safest city, but you never thought this would happen to you. How did this happen? There was always security watching over the bunk area every night to make sure this never happened. How did these men get in to kidnap you? Whatever the reason, you didn't feel safe with the circus anymore.

"To give you a chance...a chance to be apart of something great. My organization works from the shadows to ensure the safety of our beautiful city..." Beautiful isn't a word you would use, but sure, "You possess a talent that could be beneficial to our cause." The man picked up a remote and turned the tv on. What played was several of your acts and some of your rehearsals. All taken from vantage points, and places that you wouldn't have noticed someone watching you, "We've come to realize that our organization is seen as a myth, a boogeyman. Many criminals fear us, and with your talents...we could harness that fear." He stepped around the bed and started making his way towards you once again. The fear you felt kept your legs from moving, so this time he got uncomfortably close to you, "Join us (Y/N). Join us and help us purge Gotham of everything that taints it."

The Court of Owls. One of Gotham's scariest myths. You've heard whispers of them while spending days in the city. Some of your fellow performers even mentioned them once or twice. Everything you've ever heard was never good. This cult believes they are doing the right thing, but are harming so many in the process. You couldn't join them...you couldn't live your life in the shadows. What could ever be so wonderful about someone so full of darkness? It seemed that the man saw what you were thinking, and he backed away, "Such a shame...you would have been such a valuable asset. I'm afraid if you won't join us, then we have to do away with you. You will pose a risk to all of us." The man turned his back towards you, and you knew now was your chance. Grabbing the closest thing to you; a lamp, you hit him over the bed. The man dropped to the ground, and you ran to the window. Luckily you weren't too high from the ground, so you pushed the window open and climbed out.

You could hear voices and yelling as you dashed into the dark, raining city. You hadn't a clue where you were going, but anywhere would be better than this. The circus would be the first place they would look, so you had to find somewhere new. You could hear footsteps behind you as well as some above you. They were after you, and they were fast. Thankfully, your breathing training worked wonders. Still you were no match for these skilled men. They managed to corner you into a dead end alley. This is it. The place where your dead body would be found. It all ended here. The vile smell of puke, piss, and garbage filled your nose as you looked around at the court members closing in on you, "P-Please...I promise I won't tell anyone. Just let me go." You pleaded, but it seemed to fall on deaf ears. From behind you were pushed to your knees, and you could see your reflection in the blade meant for your death.

The member lifted the blade up, but before it could meet your skin...a rope wrapped around their wrist. With a scream, they were pulled into the darkness. It felt as if all sound in the city stopped...everything went quiet. You felt fear before, but this was a new level of fear. A fear that you never would forget. A black shadow flew by, grabbing another member. This caused the rest of them to ignore you, and turned their attention to their surroundings. Now would have been the perfect time to run, but your legs were screaming. The adrenaline was wearing off, and it felt like you couldn't move an inch. A bolt of lightning flashed through the sky, right as a shadow covered the alley...a shadow of a bat. The mysterious savior dropped down on one of the members, and a fight broke out. You could only watch in awe as your savior took down every single member without much struggle. Once it was over, the figure turned towards you. Again the lighting allowed you a glimpse of him. The bat symbol of his chest matched the one in the night sky.

"Batman..." You whispered, with relief before your eyes rolled back and you slumped to the ground. Batman walked towards you, and gently picked you up from the ground. He didn't see any visible injuries besides little scrapes on your knees from being pushed to the ground. Even now you were just as beautiful as you were while performing. He held you close and summoned the Batmobile. No hospital in Gotham would be safe enough for you. He needed to take you to the batcave. There you would be safe, and he could question you.

"Alfred, get the med-bay ready. We have a guest." Batman said into his comms, after sitting you in the passenger seat. Your head leaned on the window, but your lips were starting to turn blue. Judging from your attire, you must have been getting ready for bed. With one final look over to make sure you were secure, he raced off into the streets of Gotham to the batcave.

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kisskiss-slashslash · 10 months

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Hey, i recently had an episode of trauma coming back (i was a victim of child SA) and i just couldnt do anything; i couldnt speak.

Could you mabye write something about the boys with a s/o whos a victim

Sorry you went through that, friend, and that I took so long to answer this. Many hugs from this internet stranger.

Slashers with an S/O who was a victim of SA

Jason Voorhees

Jason doesn't really question why you seem to hate the horny teenagers just as much as he does. In his mind, that's just the stance any decent person should have. But then, one time, while you two pick off the campers one by one again, you walk in on two of them doing the deed and it takes you right back to what happened to you. You drop your weapon, and, alerted by the sound, Jason rushes to your side, kills both the campers and then sits with you, your head leaned against his shoulder, until you feel better again. After that, he will do the killing alone again, and just let you pick off anyone who is currently trying to escape.

Vincent Sinclair

He knows a thing or two about trauma, just not of the sexual kind. Luckily, there is not much in Ambrose that could directly trigger you... until you stumble over Bo's stash of porn magazines, some including certain fetishes and kinds of roleplay. You quickly put the magazines back to where you found them and flee into the basement, where you literally run into Vincent, causing both of you to topple and fall onto the waxy floor. He immediately knows that something upset you, and takes you to his workshop, puts on some calming music and cuddles with you and Jonesy. Then he will give Bo a strict signing to about having his magazines laying around.

Freddy Krueger

Probably the worst significant other for someone with that kind of trauma, considering he was the cause for that kind of trauma for some people too (like Lori). He will try to make light of it. If you tell him that something makes you uncomfortable, he will do it on purpose, to "desensitize you" (or at least that's what he claims).

Basically this guy is an asshole. But we already knew that, didn't we. The best thing that could be said about his way of handling your trauma is that he offers to pay your abuser a visit and make them regret what they did.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms will yell and rage and pout when you don't feel like being touched at the moment, during those days when the memory is particularly present and raw for you. But with time, you might be able to get him to understand that what happened left scars, just like the fire his parents started when he was a child.

He asks you to tell him what happened. And if you do, he will listen, and tell you "That won't happen again. I'm here now. Nobody gets past me."

Bubba Sawyer

Chop Top and Nubbins tend to make some off-color jokes at your expense, but once you explained your trauma to Bubba, he immediately stops them when he sees that they are starting to hit too close to home. The two middle brothers absolutely aren't used to their youngest brother telling them off or standing up to them at all, so it leaves them sufficiently stunned and actually makes them understand how serious Bubba is about protecting your mental health. As an apology of sorts, they offer to sniff out where your abuser is hiding and make an example of him.

#tw sa mention #slasher x reader #jason voorhees x reader #brahms heelsire x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #freddy krueger x reader

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wolfjackle-creates · 8 months

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How about Tim Drake and Danny Fenton with 7 and/ 54!

7. Trapped in a room/closet/elevator

54. Kidnapping

Well, doesn't that just give ideas. I'm going with Tim POV on this one.

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Tim came back to awareness with the feeling of ropes cutting into his wrists and ankles and the absence of a mask on his face. He was tied to a very uncomfortable chair.

His head hurt, but more like a hangover than physical trauma so he must've been drugged. Where had he been?

The museum, that's right. He'd been at the museum. There'd been a class of out-of-state high school students visiting and they were acting strange. Bruce sent him to check up on them, make sure they were who they'd said they were.

Without moving, he mentally checked his body. Nothing to be alarmed by. Maybe a new bruise or two and his wrists and ankles would be sore. He was wearing his shirt and pants, but his shoes and socks had been removed along with any of his possessions.

So he let himself focus on the rest of the room. An arrhythmic tapping sound was coming from just a few feet away. But his head was still foggy from whatever he'd been drugged with and he couldn't figure out what it was.

He couldn't hear anything else.

So he let himself moan slightly and shifted his weight as if he was only just waking up. He opened his eyes slightly and didn't bother hiding the wince of pain at the light from the bare bulb that hung from the ceiling.

"Hey, cool! You're awake!" exclaimed someone. They sounded young.

Tim looked over and saw a boy about his own age also tied to a chair. The tapping noise had been him rocking back and forth on his toes. The room they were in was small, more of a closet really. About five feet by five feet and shelving had clearly only been removed recently. The door had no window. No way to know how long he'd been out.

"Where are we?" asked Tim. "What happened?" Tim narrowed his eyes against the light and looked closer. The kid looked familiar, where had he seen him?

"You okay?" the kid asked.

"Killer headache. Better than a concussion, I guess, but these drugs, man. Did they not get you with them?" And then he placed the kid, he'd been part of the group he'd been following.

The boy shrugged. "Things like that usually wear off for me pretty quickly. I'm Tim. Who're you? This your first kidnapping?"

"I— What? I'm Tim."

"Huh, cool. We have the same name. They kidnapped us because my dad's Bruce Wayne and they want ransom. When they found two boys of a similar age with black hair and blue eyes in the museum, they took us both rather than waste time figuring out who was who."

And suddenly it made sense what this kid was doing. He was trying to trick them into thinking he was Tim. Perhaps so Tim could escape or just to sow confusion. Tim shook his head and winced when that just caused throbbing pain. "What are you talking about? I'm Tim Drake, adopted son of Bruce Wayne."

"Dude, why are you lying? We both know I'm Tim."

"You're the liar," he shot back. He couldn't let a civilian take the fall for him.

But before their argument could continue to cycle, the door banged open, making the pounding in Tim's head worse. Two men stood there: one holding a gun, the other a phone. Most likely he was videotaping them. Both of them wore more guns and knives openly.

"Look like Sleeping Beauty's finally awake," sneered the one holding the phone.

Tim pretended to be afraid as was protocol for civilian kidnappings. "Who are you? What do you want?"

His companion, however, did not seem to get the memo. "You'd better let us go right now or you will regret it."

"Looks like we've got a feisty one on our hands, eh?" asked Gun-kidnapper.

"Smile at the camera, boys, we'll be sending this to Daddy Wayne. Better pray he pays up. Otherwise worse'll happen."

"Worse than what?" demanded his companion. "I've been in detentions worse'n this."

"Shut up!" hissed Tim.

"You better listen to your pal, boy, because you just volunteered for our first demonstration," said Phone-kidnapper. "Hear that, Brucie? We're gonna shoot your boy, or maybe not your boy. And you'll pay us the demanded ransom if you don't want us to do it again. Every half hour you delay, we'll put another bullet in one of these boys."

Without delay, Gun-kidnapper raised his weapon and shot. But he missed as Tim's companion managed to get enough leverage to knock his chair over.

Not that it was enough to stop the kidnapper who simply shot again. And this time he didn't miss. Tim watched as blood quickly began dripping from the boy's thigh onto the floor. At least his position on the floor meant it was elevated.

The two kidnappers laughed before leaving.

"Shit, are you okay? Why'd you do that?" Tim pulled at his bonds. The other boy needed medical attention ASAP. Worth using some of his Robin Training to help out the brave, idiotic kid.

The kid chuckled through clenched teeth. "I've had worse, it's fine."

"Worse? That's a gunshot wound!"

"And last Tuesday, I was hit by a spear and lasers, bit by a vulture, and punched through a wall over the span of, like, four hours."

That gave Tim pause. If that was true, and he seemed oddly unconcerned about a bullet wound for it not to be, he was clearly not a normal teen. "Who are you?"

The boy grinned. "I told you, I'm Tim Drake! Now, do you trust me?"

"Trust you to do what?" Tim had almost gotten one hand free.

"We're getting out of here, Timbuk-two."

Before Tim could blink, the kid did...something...and all his bonds fell away. Then he lunged at Tim, pushing him out of the chair and into the wall. They came through into what looked like an average Gotham warehouse.

Tim bit his tongue as they continued flying through the wall and ended up outside. It was still daytime, but dusk was getting close.

"What the hell?" whispered Tim. "You're a meta?"

"Not exactly, but close enough. I'm Danny. I can keep us invisible and intangible, but I can't block sound. So only speak when needed. Want to figure out who these guys are or leave?"

"You need to get medical attention. Much as I want to know who these guys are, we're leaving."

"I'm fine! I've had worse."

Tim looked down from where they were floating and noted the blood dripping to the ground. "Dude, you're bleeding. We're leaving."

That seemed to knock Danny out of it. "Oops. Suppose you're right. Where should we go?"

"There's a doctor in crime alley who treats everyone. She won't talk about your meta status and she'll be able to contact Bruce for me to let him know we're out."

Danny hesitated a moment before asking, "Can you promise she won't talk? Because there're people who'd like nothing more than to strap me down and cut me open to figure out how I work."

"Fly a few buildings over and land on a roof so I can get a tourniquet on your leg. Are those the same people who hurt you last Tuesday?"

Danny did as directed. "Believe it or not, no. That guy wants me to be his son."

Once the landed, Danny let him go. "What the fuck?" Tim patted himself down hoping that the kidnappers had left him with anything useful only to sigh. He'd have to make do with his shirt.

"I know. He's a total fruitloop. Nah, it's the government that wants to vivisect me. And a few others, but I think they'd stop once they realized who I am." Danny looked him up and down. "But it looks like you might have a story or two to tell as well."

"You are going to tell me everything, Danny," said Tim as he set about tearing his shirt into strips. "Bruce would totally take you in if you need a safe place to stay. Especially after you helped me escape."

"And what can you do about it? There's laws that make experimentation on people like me legal."

That made Tim pause in what he was doing, but only for a minute. "If that's true, I happen to be friends with two very good investigative journalists who would love to do a series of articles. They've a good track record of getting unjust laws overturned."

Danny didn't say anything for a moment and Tim looked over at him. It seemed like he was actually contemplating the offer. "Really? I'll want proof before I talk. And I'll need to reach out to some friends for a second opinion."

"Only sensible. Okay, this is as good as I'm gonna get it. I'm going to bandage your leg now."

"Just do it."

Looking at the wound, Tim could see the bullet hadn't passed through Danny's thigh but had seemed to have fallen out. Perhaps when he'd density-shifted them? But then why did their clothes remain intact? He'd have to ask later. Instead, he focused on making a bandage and tourniquet out of the strips of his shirt.

"Okay, that's as good as it's going to get. How high can you fly?"

"Higher than you can breathe."

"I see. Well, fly us up a bit so I can figure out where we are in the city, then I'll give you directions to Leslie's clinic."

"Will do!"

With how well Tim knew the streets of Gotham from the sky, it was the work of moments to get his bearings and fifteen minutes later, they were using the back entrance to Leslie's clinic.

A week later, Wayne Manor had a new resident and Clark Kent and Lois Lane published their first joint article on the Anti-Ecto acts.

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I honestly went into this one without a plan, something I usually hate doing. But I like how it turned out! Let me know what y'all think.

I've one more prompt to fill which should happen by the end of the week. Still accepting new ones, but the turn around will be a bit longer I'm afraid.

#dpxdc #kidnapping #being trapped with danny #puts escape on easy mode #if not even easier than that #sam already knew clark and lois by reputation #as soon as danny mentioned their names #she ordered him to accept tim's help #tim's scars made danny more inclined to trust him too #meant he wasn't just some rich kid #and that he had secrets of his own #doesn't take him long to figure out their identities

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radiant-reid · 1 year

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Do you remember the season 4 ep where spencer is convinced his dad murdered the little boy. Well I’ve had so many people convince me that his dad did SA cause there’s so much evidence in that episode. So maybe spencer finally telling the reader about it or the reader protecting him against his dad and when Rossi and Morgan try and convince him it’s all in his head. Obviously if you are uncomfortable writing this I completely understand 💗💗

TW: descriptive childhood SA, please do not read if this might trigger you <333

You first found out six months ago. You were late getting into bed, having been finishing some paperwork in the office, and you walked into the darkened room, put your pajamas on, and did your skincare routine in the bathroom before walking back into the bedroom.

Checking if Spencer was awake, you squeezed his leg. Quickly he freaked out, sitting upright and moving as far away from you as he possibly could.

You flicked the light on, in shock about what was happening as his breathing quickened and he tried to calm himself down from having a major panic attack.

He looks terrified, ghost white, more scared than you've ever seen him.

Your voice got him through it. "Spencer, hey, it's me. It's okay." You comforted him.

You didn't make a move to touch him until he held out his hand, asking for it. You squeezed his hand, and he squeezed back even tighter.

"It's just me." You assured him again. "No one can hurt you."

Then he started crying, bursting into tears. It was equally shocking, and you wrapped your arms around him to hold him. He cried into your neck for what felt like an hour.

You cupped his cheek when he finally pulled back. "You're safe, Spencer. I promise you."

"I'm so sorry." He quickly apologized.

You shook your head, holding your index finger to your lips. "Spencer, you have nothing to be sorry about. Do you want to talk about it?"

"You should sleep, or you'll be tired tomorrow." He answered, moving to get out of bed.

"No, baby." You told him. "I'm not leaving you awake and this upset."

He hesitantly nodded. "Tea?"

You agreed, insisting on making it while he sat on the couch, all the lights in the living room turned on.

You handed him his mug when it was ready, not resting your hand on his thigh like you usually would. "What happened, baby?"

"Are you sure?" He asked hesitantly. What he needed to say was the type of thing he couldn't ever unsay.

"Whatever is bothering you is my privilege to help you deal with." You reminded him.

He sighed deeply. "When I was little, like right after my mom's diagnosis, my parents started fighting a lot." He started. "My dad... he, uh, he'd come in my room late at night."

Your heart sunk in your chest in an instant, stomach churned. You knew where this was going, you saw it in your line of work, but you never thought Spencer had gone through something like that. Your first assumption- that it had to do with Tobias Hankel -is horribly wrong.

You wished it was right as he continued. "He used to put his hand on my leg. And it was so dark, Y/n." Spencer's voice cracked as tears started to trail down his cheek. You cried with him, unable to help it at your boyfriend's pain and the heartbreaking story. "He touched me, and he made me touch him." He sobbed more at the memory. "I hated it, and it was so dark. I couldn't see anything, Y/n."

"Spencer." You cooed, still crying your own tears and not sure what to say. "You are so brave." You reminded him. "You never deserved any of that. What he did to you, to his child, is disgusting, and he's an awful person because of it." He nods, hearing the words he's told himself coming out of your mouth. "You never told anyone?"

He shook his head. "Not until just now. I didn't- my mom was sick so it wasn't im-"

You cut him off, shaking your head. "It was important, Spencer. You're important." It's heartbreaking to think of Spencer as a little kid, weighing his own needs below everyone else's.

"Thank you." He said softly.

"You don't have to thank me. I'll always be here for you." You assured him. "Can I ask you something?"

He nodded, meekly. "Sure."

"Is there anything else that triggers you?" You asked. "Besides the dark."

He couldn't believe anyone could care so much, but you did. "Orange juice." He answered. "He'd let me have some afterward in bed."

You nodded. "Do you want a hug?" He melted forward into your arms, letting you hold him tightly. "I'm with you, Spencer. Always."

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid blurb #criminal minds

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glorious-spoon · 10 months

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hiiii, if you're still doing soft kiss prompts (and if it sparks!) how about "out of pride" for buddie? <3

hi, and thank you!! this went a bit sideways, but i hope it suits!

Buck signs up for the charity 10K more or less on a whim—apparently, Bobby's AA chapter has been working with them, and maybe all his talk of donations for a new treatment facility inspired Buck, or something. Maybe, as Eddie likes to tease him, he can't miss a chance to show off. He's not bothered about it, either way. It's for a good cause.

Of course, that was before the sky opened up with a torrential and unseasonable downpour halfway through the race. It was actually kind of nice, at first, but now he's closing in on the last half-mile and his damp clothes are clinging and uncomfortable enough that he's wondering just how much trouble he'll be in if he just strips down right here in the middle of the street lined with cheering onlookers. Eddie and Chris are somewhere in that jubilant crush of bodies; Eddie was supposed to run with him, before an ill-timed broken ankle ruined that plan. Buck's trying not to be too miffed about that.

He feels good, though—loose and warmed up, his blood singing, his breathing easy as he rounds the final turn. There's the finish line up ahead, half a dozen runners up in front of him. Buck puts on a burst of speed, lengthening his stride to pass a black-haired man in a red jersey and a rangy woman with a buzz cut, and then the finish line is bearing down, and he crosses it to a burst of cheering, slowing from a sprint to an easy jog, and finally a walk. The clock reads 39:14, which puts him solidly in the top ten percent of runners for this, which means—importantly—that Eddie owes him dinner now.

He takes the water bottle a volunteer hands him as he moves into the cooldown zone, peering around to see if he can catch sight of anyone he knows. Bobby said they were going to try to set up near the final stretch, but it's crowded enough that he's not sure they were able to find spots.

And then he hears Christopher's voice, clear as a bell over the staticky Top Ten music blasting from a set of nearby speakers, yelling, "Buck! Buck! Over here!" and he turns just in time to catch an armful of excited pre-teen in an eye-searing orange t-shirt that matches Buck's colors.

"Hey, Superman," he laughs.

"You stink," Chris informs him, beaming, as Eddie crutches up behind him. He's in the same shade of neon orange, and he's wearing an expression so fond that Buck almost can't bear to look at it.

"Come on, bud, give Buck some space, let him do his cooldown stretches so he doesn't wind up in the medical tent after all this."

"Hen would never let me hear the end of it," Buck says as Chris releases him.

"I'd never let you hear the end of it," Eddie says, which, fair enough. He's still beaming, and Buck can see Maddie and Chim and Bobby and Athena making their way through the press of the crowd behind him, chairs in hand; Eddie and Chris must have got a head start. And then Eddie takes a half-step closer, hooking a finger in the collar of Buck's shirt.

"Thought you wanted me to do my cooldown stretches," Buck says, grinning. He's giddy with endorphins, flying high on this—the crowd, the music, the warmth of Eddie's smile.

"This won't take long," Eddie says, and tugs Buck down to kiss him lightly on the mouth, in full view of the entire street. "Hey. You did really great. I'm proud of you."

"Oh," Buck says, breathless now for reasons that have nothing to do with the six miles he just ran. There's a whoop that sounds an awful lot like Chim, and closer up Chris makes a noise of exaggerated adolescent disgust. Buck barely registers any of it—barely registers anything other than the fact that Eddie is kissing him until Eddie releases him and steps back, still smiling. He doesn't even have the decency to look nervous, the bastard.

"Do your stretches," he says.

"So, uh, so that's a yes on dinner, right?"

"It's a yes on whatever you want," Eddie says. "Later. For now—"

"Yeah, yeah, alright," Buck says, but he can't stop smiling.

#911 #buddie #buddie fic #eddie diaz #evan buckley #prompt fic #my fic

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bbygirl-aemond · 1 year

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alicent comes across like a massive hypocrite in how she handles dyanna. like i do understand she herself has been a victim but that just makes it worse. like the second she's greeted with another victim she just gaslights her and literally does not hold aegon accountable?

sa tw

okay i COMPLETELY understand why you feel this way. as a survivor of sa myself, that scene was really uncomfortable to watch. i'm sure i'm not the only person who noticed the parallels to rich white boys having their parents pay off their victims and continuing about their lives irl. that being said, the more i tried to think about how i wished alicent had handled things, the more i realized i couldn't think of another response that would have been better. i think this is unfortunately one of those cases where there IS no right thing to do, and you simply have to choose the lesser of two evils no matter how sick it makes you feel. there are two hugely important pieces of context to alicent's actions here:

alicent is not the person with the ultimate authority here. as episode 9 makes clear, otto and the council have more power than she does.

at this point in time, alicent thinks that the lives of ALL of her children- not just aegon- rely on her successfully using aegon to usurp rhaenyra. see my meta here for the justification of this.

so with this in mind, let's imagine what would happen if alicent wanted to hold aegon accountable.

let's say she takes dyanna's side publicly, and accuses aegon of forcing himself upon her. what happens?

remember, at this point in time, viserys is on his deathbed and is completely unable to rule. and as mentioned above, alicent isn't the one truly in power in his stead- otto is. he's the one who has the council in his pocket and who works with them behind alicent's back. so now otto's the one handling the investigation and the punishments. and do you know what otto does? he accuses dyanna of lying, possibly of being paid off by rhaenyra to slander aegon's name. here are the possible outcomes otto would demand after that point:

dyanna is executed for crimes against the royal family

dyanna is tortured as part of the investigation to get the "truth" of what happened. she is either deliberately killed or forced into a false confession and then killed

dyanna is threatened and forced to withdraw the accusations, resign, and move far away. otto would either threaten her life or her family to do this.

alicent might TRY to stop this from happening, but as episode 9 makes clear, at the end of the day she is still a woman, and otto will always have more power than her even if by title alone he should not.

but bella, you might say, why doesn't alicent have larys spirit aegon away somewhere or kill him? here's where we get into the second piece of context. aegon is THE only real alternative to rhaenyra that alicent has. she's spent over a decade, in conjunction with otto, laying the foundation for aegon in particular to become king one day, long before there's any canon evidence of him being a rapist. there are resources that have been irrevocably invested in aegon in particular: helaena, the twins, and maelor. aegon is the only one on team green with a targaryen wife and two male heirs.

because of this, aemond or daeron simply cannot hold up to the credibility presented by rhaenyra, who has a targaryen husband and many male heirs. all of team green's eggs are in one basket, aegon's, by necessity since there was only one of helaena. even if alicent remarried aemond to helaena, it would take years for them to produce heirs of their own, and that's time alicent simply does not have because at this point in time, viserys is clearly on his deathbed.

remember, alicent was an end-of-life caretaker for jaehaerys. she knows how to recognize the signs. she knows they're running out of time. if she tries to switch tracks to aemond or daeron right now, right when viserys is about to die and they need their claim to be at its strongest, it will doom team green's attempt to usurp rhaenyra, and therefore (in alicent's mind) sentence all of her children to death.

should a survivor of sexual assault sentence a fellow survivor to inevitable torture, intimidation, and/or execution? no. should a mother sentence her two youngest sons and her grandsons to death for a crime they had no part in? also no.

i don't have a good or satisfying answer here for what alicent should have done. i think that's kind of the point: she didn't either. she did what she could for dyanna, without condemning dyanna or her children to death. alicent is the ONLY explicit sa victim in hotd; and she does for dyanna what no one did for her. she hugs her, she tells her she believes her, she ensures dyanna won't have to carry and birth the rape babies alicent was forced to, she gives her a way to escape her abusive situation the way alicent was never able to. within the power that she does have, she chooses to be kind, and she chooses to spare dyanna the fate she herself suffered.

it's an awful situation, and i think it goes to illustrate just how trapped and desperate alicent is. she doesn't like aegon. she doesn't want him to be king. she can barely stand to look at him, knowing what he's done. and yet she has to push down her morals and put him on the throne anyways because her other children's lives depend on it.

unfortunately, there's a recurring theme in this fandom where people would rather hate a woman for her actions at face value, without comprehending that the real villain here is the system that has created these awful, inescapable situations. the conversation between alicent and rhaenys in episode 9, which i've talked about here, is another example of the point just flying over most people's heads. but i hold for all hotd women (yes, including rhaenyra, for all the people who assume defending alicent means i must hate rhaenyra because clearly you can't like two women at once) that the true villain behind all of their morally grey actions is pretty much always the patriarchy.

#hotd #house of the dragon #meta #hotd meta #alicent hightower #aegon targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #aegon #aegon ii #aegon the elder #hotd episode 9

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llamagirl28 · 1 year

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I like to call chapter 4 beginning of the end aka the beginning of my Mordred apathy arc because ignoring the whole Lot thing at the end there. She just likes so over the lies and manipulation and hidden truths and at this point not on speaking terms with her mother. But I like to think it's not about the SA on Arthur which is bad but the whole they hurt me so I'm going to give back to them ten times worse. And not telling Mordred when she had opportunity to when they find out about the prophecy which okay maybe telling them that right after would probably be overwhelming but anytime after that would've been preferable then hearing it from Lot.

Like understand why and I think my Mordred gets that too that Morgana didn't want to tell but at same time irony taking away the opportunity to express and feel about the prophecy and how they were born from Mordred is making Mordred wanting to push more away which what Morgana worst fear is.

I like how hypocritical she is because even when explaining how she first met Lancelot to Mordred and my Mordred explaining what she did to Lancelot by reacting and assuming by first glance is the same thing what Lancelot did to Accolon she immediately dismissed it. Like she can't see what she is actively doing by keeping Mordred ignorant and taking away the ability to have a say in their life is exactly what happened to her which she forced away from her home and took advantage of by the court.

Either way after my Mordred gets close to Guinevere and of course finds out about the whole affair with her and Lancelot. My Mordred is just going to be like "of course, another on the list of people I can't trust because they can't get their act together"

Pss: at least Lot going to have quiet weeks or months in the castle since no one is happy and not speaking to each other so yay for him? Unless Arthur or Morgana does something to him for telling the secret. Idk because my Mordred told Arthur and he said he would talk to him and last time we know from Morgana she is in a drinking binge after having the fight with Mordred so maybe she did talk to Lot after Mordred ran off or the next day after Mordred and Morgana had their talk?

Lot did get a couple uncomfortable talks let's say 👀

Oh, I'd just like to add one thing regarding the supposed affair; I know I once confirmed it, but I've actually done some pretty major changes (you see, I have a general writing plan but I'm also very flexibile with changing stuff) and now it's more of a Schrodinger's affair because I won't confirm if the affair is still happening or not. So yeah, sorry for the rambling but wanted to mention it since I see a lot of people under the impression that it's a definite thing - but it's not really.

I've learned to keep my cards closer to my chest haha 😅

#the bastard of camelot #Guinevere #Lot #Mordred #Morgana

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belit0 · 10 months

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Hey!! So i saw that u started writing again, so if u dont mind writing something like a knife kink + dumbification for indra and madara?? Tysm<33

Ohmygawwd I had this request since the previous time I said I would come back (and then, I didn't)

Im so sorry it took me so long :,( but its finally here!

Never wrote knife play before, so I'm not sure how accurate this is, I did some investigation for it but well, I had to try :)

TW: Knife play, dumbification Pairing: Uchiha Madara / reader - Otsutsuki Indra / reader NSFW

Indra

- Cruelly fine patience. Indra enjoys seeing you tied up and with no hope of escape, completely restrained by hand and foot. It's a situation he'll often put you in because nothing manages to get his cock harder than that image.

- He will use satin straps, powerfully unbreakable but soft against your skin, as he enjoys watching you fight against your bonds, seeming eager to escape from him. It's the power play that drives this man's arousal.

- Indra will pace from one side of the room to the other, ignoring you completely as he discards his clothing, keeping only his pants on.

- You know he's doing it to torture your mind in every possible way, pushing you to your limit without even taking his underwear off. It infuriates and turns you on in equal measure.

- "You won't believe how dumb you'll look after everything I'll do to you (Y/N)."

- When he finally decides to pay you attention, he walks over to the bed with his favorite dagger clutched firmly in hand. It's small, but it's not blunt, something he constantly reminds you as to keep you completely still for his touch.

- "You know how this works (Y/N). You'll have to choose not to move an inch in the face of everything I'll do to you. If you don't, I’ll pierce you right through with the knife."

- As he whispers those words in your ear, he drags the blunt side of the knife across your body, starting from your neck and working his way down to your pelvis, stopping at your nipples to poke them with the cold metal tip.

- The dagger leaves a long red mark where the skin was tenderized by its touch, which Indra mimics with his tongue as he moves down to your groin.

- Just when you think his mouth will land on your apex, he spits harshly to lubricate the area and moves up again, until he is at eye level with you. With one hand, he lightly touches you, slowly working his way up to watch you writhe in pleasure beneath him. With the other, he holds the knife against your throat.

- "My stupid little bitch won't move because she knows she shouldn't. You don't want to get cut, do you, silly?", "Don't look away, or I'll have to start again just as you're about to finish."

- The cold metal against your throat and the precise deliveries of Indra's digits are all it takes to make a mess of you under his hands, and just as your first orgasm begins to wane, he penetrates you without warning, taking overstimulation to a new level.

Madara

- With this man, the situation is somewhat different. It's not the fear he enjoys seeing in your eyes, but the anticipation, the uncertainty, knowing he has you in his clutches and can take you wherever he wants.

- He always keeps his dagger in the freezer, leaving it completely frozen for when it's time to play with you. He loves to involve temperature changes and physical sensations in your intimate moments, always finding a new variation on how to push you to your limit.

- He will not tie you down, for he chooses to trust the fact that you understand you must not move, and if you become uncomfortable with boundaries, he knows you will let him know before risking a knife cut.

- Your hands slip through his hair, tied in a bun so as not to get in the way of the game, and trail down his back, leaving marks that soon turn red on his white skin with your fingernails. He gives you the freedom to move as you please, for he knows you are at his disposal and will obey his directions.

- "I'm going to fuck you silly until you don't even know how to say your name, (Y/N)." "Show me that stupid little face of yours, show me how you'll cry for me."

- He concentrates on conditioning you with gentle touches and caresses, getting you wet and ready for the show. He will take his time undressing you, stripping off your clothes, and tearing your underwear with the edge of the dagger.

- He uses a piece of fabric to blindfold you and begins to play with the sensations the cold metal produces on your skin. He scrapes your abdomen as if buttering a loaf of bread, and gently pricks your flesh with the tip of the knife until he reaches your legs.

- "Is my little dummy ready to be fucked?" "Tell me how you want me to screw you this time, (Y/N)."

- He won't come in contact with your pussy until he feels you physically ready. He needs to see you dripping with need before he'll get down to work. Your body's desperation and the fact that you can't see anything he does with you, how confident you are that he won't hurt you, bewitches him.

- He places the dagger just above your pubis, and at that exact moment, he decides to stop torturing you and fuck you with abandon.

#naruto shippuden #naruto imagines #naruto #otsutsuki indra #indra otsutsuki #madara #madara uchiha #indra #indra otsutsuki x reader #otsutsuki indra x reader #indra x reader #madara uchiha x reader #uchiha madara x reader #madara x reader #uchiha madara #uchiha clan #naruto scenarios

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thatgirl4815 · 7 months

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This isn’t about sandray but I like your thoughts and so I need to know your opinions on this: is it just me or are Top and Boston being unfairly punished by this show? i know they both did wrong and their mistakes were huge but at this point I just feel like they’ve gotten it back tenfold and it just KEEPS going, especially this episode. It doesn’t help that I can’t tell if the show knows it’s wrong they’re being treated like this or they think the karma is justified.

I have a lot of thoughts about this, and most of them have come up after this last episode, so I'm gonna dive into both characters' treatment by the narrative.

I'm going to start with Boston because this episode in particular made me feel differently about him. I'll start by saying that Boston is a character I have loved to hate. He's not my favorite by any means because his behavior towards his friends is horribly unjustified. Let the record state that I have absolutely no problem with his lifestyle--he can sleep with as many people as he wants as often as he wants. I could (possibly...maybe...) forgive him for sleeping with Top while Top was with Mew if he hadn't pre-meditated it so much. This is a guy who chased after Top and came onto him multiple times even knowing that Top did not want it. Even though Top eventually relented and slept with him, I think Top deserves an apology for that, because that behavior was very uncomfortable.

I would not blame any of Boston's friends, especially Mew, if they did not forgive Boston for sleeping with Top. Mew has every right to never want to see Boston again, no matter what Boston does to try to make it up to him. That being said, I do not think Mew would have been justified in publicizing Boston's sex tape. Taking revenge is a slippery slope because it makes you just as bad as the offender, but the sex tape is especially bad because that is something with very major repercussions (and it's also just an insane invasion of privacy). Not to mention, Boston's dad would have also gotten tied up in the fallout. Thankfully, Mew took the high road by not posting it.

Overall, I think Boston has been facing the consequences of his own actions for the last several episodes. But what really rubbed me the wrong way this episode was Atom. I don't care if he feels hurt (which, btw, Boston never promised him anything more than a one-night stand)--he had no right to paint himself as an SA victim when he knows that he was the one coming on to Boston. Yes, I think Cheum is vindicated for being upset that Boston slept with her brother, particularily given Boston's relationship with her atm. But for Atom to convince Cheum that Boston not only slept with him, but forced him into it and also took his nude photos without his consent is wildly unacceptable.

In general: I think Boston deserves being cut off by his friends. I think he deserves being shunned by them. But he didn't deserve to have Atom punish him by painting that narrative around their night together.

Okay, now to Top. Top has rubbed me the wrong way from Ep1 just by his attitude; it was originally very hard for me to tell whether to trust him. Like Mew, I wanted him to be tested to see whether he was true. I still don't think Mew has to forgive him for cheating on him, but I do think taking revenge on him by being in a relationship with Boeing (or even just pretending to be in one) is exactly the opposite of what Mew was trying to get across when he decided not to share Boston's sex tape. It seems immature quite frankly, and it makes Mew no better than Top. In that sense, I think Top is being unjustly punished, because though he deserves to have to fight for Mew's affection/trust again, being cheated on himself isn't right either. I'm also not entirely sure why Boeing is so intent on punishing Top when it seems like they were on good terms (though I guess Boeing feels like he's just been used by Top?). I don't think what Boeing is doing is deserved either. The one thing I think Top has deserved is Mew's distrust, but revenge against him doesn't feel right, even if it is "making things equal." Then where does the cycle end?

Anyways, sorry for the rant but yeah, I have a lot of opinions about Boston and Top as characters. As to whether they are being treated unfairly by the narrative, I don't think there's a clear-cut answer. They're being punished for the things they did do, but they're also being punished above and beyond that.

#only friends #only friends the series #ofts #topmew #boeing #bostonnick #only friends boston #only friends top #only friends meta #only friends episode 10 #ask #only friends ask

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khaire-traveler · 1 year

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please go off about the Zeus hate in the wider community some time because I would love to have this conversation

Oh gods, I'm not sure if you know what you're asking for lol. I could go on for a long time about it, for a variety of reasons.

(I can't add a cut because this is so far down in my drafts that I don't think I'll be able to find it again, even if I tried, so for those uninterested, I just recommend scrolling past this. I'm sorry. 💀)

***TW: MENTIONS OF SA, R*PE, AB*SE, AND OTHER SENSITIVE TOPICS***

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Where to even begin? There are so many faults and flaws within the argument that Zeus is just generally a "bad person". That's the argument I see most often, anyway.

I guess to start, I'll just get right into the controversial stuff: Zeus and sexual assault/rape. I'll start with me personal experience, as an assault and sexual abuse survivor. I can guarantee you that if I felt Zeus was a r*pist or an assaulter, I would not be worshipping him, personally. It would make me wildly uncomfortable, and I feel like it would seriously taint my view of him. So, when people claim that Zeus is a r*pist, or otherwise, I think it's important to acknowledge that you are talking about mythology. Just as the Christian Bible has been heavily influenced by the opinions and thoughts of its writers, Greek mythology works similarly. The surviving stories that was have were written by people who lived in a VERY different society than our modern one. Not only is mythos not meant to be taken literally (unlike Christianity, which is very mythos literal, most of the time), but Greek myths were often very metaphorical or served the main purpose of explaining an natural phenomena. It was also heavily influenced by the culture, at the time, so to understand why so many Greek myths discuss sexual assault, r*pe, and the like, you really need to take a hardcore look at the culture behind the myths. In not doing so, you make yourself look like an uneducated fool, honestly.

And I don't know how many times this had to be fucking said, but the gods are not their myths. Instead of making all these assumptions about them, maybe just, I don't know, talk to them yourself? Maybe do your own research into the behind the scenes of the stories they were featured in? Maybe stop taking mythos so damn literally? Like, even at the time, there has been some talk of historians believing that the ancient Greeks themselves didn't take mythos literally and interpreted the stories more as lessons to be learned. It's kind of obvious that many of these very impossible stories are most likely not what literally happened and are more metaphorical or sometimes even entertaining. The idea of mythic literalism feels like something that is very Christian - although I could be wrong, so do not take my opinion at face value - and frankly, Hellenic religion is not Christianity, it came before Christianity. Taking these myths of Zeus and interpreting them so literally does nothing but harm you as a worshipper and hinder your growth as a Polytheist, in my opinion. Plus, it makes you look bad. Why shit on an entire pantheon of gods? It's just dumb and disrespectful, even outside of mythic literalism stuff.

Another thing: cancel culture is heavily influencing this Zeus debate, in my opinion. People feel the need to "cancel" thousand year old deities who stem from cultures that were vastly different from ours - like, do they not realize how they sound? First of all, that shit was from thousands of years ago; do you not think that the gods have changed since then? Do you not think that they adapt to human culture as it grows and changes? Like, what? Second of all, cancelling gods from a literal ancient civilization is just plain ridiculous and very ahistorical, in my opinion. For real, I cannot stress enough that ancient Greece has a vastly different culture from our own. Shit was genuinely VERY different back then, and topics we now recognize as fucked up we're not recognized as such, back then. And there is nothing you, or anyone else can do, to go back in time and magically change the ancient Greek culture as a whole, so what's even the point of "calling out" this supposed behavior of Zeus? What's the point if he is very different now and interacts very differently with humans? What's the point if you are pulling your "evidence" from stories meant to be largely fictional? Like??? What exactly do you hope to accomplish by shitting on the King of the Gods in modern times with a very different cultural viewpoint? Tell me what you're hoping to achieve. Tell me why you're projecting all of this hatred towards Zeus, a literal fucking GOD, about fictional stories. Go ahead, I'm curious.

Along with all that, it's SO important to consider how Zeus was viewed in ancient times. It's not as though people saw him as a playboy and were like, "Ew, don't worship that god, he's doing all these bad things, blah blah blah." No, Zeus was actually HIGHLY respected. He was considered the King of the Gods, King of Olympus. He was worshipped for SO many different aspects of his and was extremely popular. He represented all kings, in a way, and was on top of everyone, in regards to hierarchical status. He was literally even considered to be the most powerful of all the gods, even instilling fear into the other gods with how strong he was! Like, Zeus wasn't someone to fuck around with or to criticize. I cannot emphasize enough how wildly disrespectful it is to call him shit like a r*pist (again, based on fucking fictional stories, y'all) - this literal King of Kings and God of All. He is ZEUS. He's not some celebrity that got into a scandal and deserves to be called out for their shitty actions. He is fucking ZEUS, people.

Honestly, my anger is very muted, on this topic. I have a lot of just "I'm so done with this debate" energy. Like, personally, I don't know how Zeus can be so patient with these people, especially after such a long time of them bashing him publicly for no good reason, treating him as though he's some celebrity or something that needs to learn his lesson. Human morality cannot be applied to non-human gods. It just can't. That's simply not how it works. They are not human, and I feel like it's very easy for people to forget that, especially when it comes to debates like these. Zeus - not a human, Apollo - not a human, Hermes - not a human. They are gods. Literal gods. Maybe instead of shitting on gods due to their mythical stories people should be focusing on the humans in today's world that are chasing actual harm - current harm, even. Because frankly, there are more important things to focus on.

I literally love Zeus. He is a fantastic god who literally helped me escape from a wildly abusive person. He is the reason I got out of that situation unharmed spiritually. Zeus is not some cruel god who doesn't give a shit about how other people feel. He is a kind, considerate, and thoughtful leader who holds much wisdom and knowledge from his thousands upon thousands of years reigning as King of the Gods and Olympus. He is not indifferent or disrespectful. He is not cocky or rude. And even with the flaws he may have (since everyone makes mistakes), he is still a god who deserves worship, praise, and acknowledgement for his great deeds. There is SO much Zeus does for humanity, outside of just lightning bolts and weather, and I'm just so exhausted from people who refuse to acknowledge that. Zeus is a damn blessing. He is a fucking King. He deserves respect.

That's all I've got to say for now. I'm not much of an angry person, so it takes a lot of energy for me to be mad about something. Thank you for letting me rant. May Zeus be with you, if you so wish. 💜⚡

#asks #answered asks #zeus haters dni

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hey hella here's my ethel cain commentary, songs in no particular order it's just my faves I had thoughts on. also my favorite song is strangers and my favorite album was preacher's daughter

a house in nebraska: love this one, the yearning is insane, don't know why bbgirl picked nebraska though. you could pick a state anywhere in the midwest and you pick nebraska? like I get it's for the Vibes but was there no other state that properly captured the Vibes? also it could just be the brainrot talking but this song is sooo [REDACTED] (the "house in nebraska" being the [REDACTED] ofc)

sun bleached flies: "god loves you, but not enough to save you." god loves you, but not enough to save you. god loves you, but not enough to save you. god loves you, but NOT ENOUGH TO SAVE YOU. GOD LOVES YOU, BUT NOT ENOUGH TO- anyway. ethel cain unrelease this. ethel cain put this thing back where it came from or so help me

western nights: I just really like this one. it's a really pretty song. until you look up the lyrics. naturally.

american teenager: "I don't need anything from anyone, It's just NOT MY YEAR, BUT I'M ALL GOOD OUT HERE! SAY WHAT YOU WANT, BUT SAY IT LIKE YOU MEAN IT WITH YOUR FISTS FOR ONCE!!!" love this song love this song love this song

hard times: this one is so heartbreaking, I hear this and my mood takes an instant cliff dive. it's almost as bad for my mental state as your saddest great achievement by lucy eaton. I don't even have daddy issues. also the thing you said about this apparently being about sa makes this so much worse when I listen to it and instinctively go "oh this is so [blorbo with daddy issues]" and then I remember it's about sa and I feel uncomfortable and I'm like "oh it's not THAT serious for the blorbo though ://" it sounds very general though so it'll probably still make it onto blorbo playlists

inbred: you were so right about this song using lyricism most artists would shy away from, "pissing on the stove to put it out" "sucking on the back of his leg to stay warm" "touch me till i vomit" this is such a Gross song (affectionate) I love this one so much

head in a wall: something about the guitar chords in this one appeals to me so much. it feels familiar? classic? idk but I like it

golden age: all I have to say is miss cain maybe should take this one back too methinks

crush: "LOW SLUNG BAD BITCH BABY COME AND GET YOU SOME" this slaps. no notes.

strangers: "I tried to be good, am I no good? am I no good? am I no good? with my memory restricted to a polaroid in evidence, I just wanted to be yours, can I be yours? can I be yours? just tell me I'm yours, if I'm turning in your stomach and I'm making you feel sick" :(((( I am obsessed with this one it's so everything to me, it makes me insane. especially the cannibalism part bc I love weird shit in songs (also I think I have a slight fascination with cannibalism and I think it's bc I read a book about the donner party at 12) also there's something about how the lyrics at the end are listed as "mama just know that I love you (I do)" but no matter what I try to hear it sounds like she's saying "mama just know that I love you (and I lied to you)" but anyway the way she's being devoured by her lover? the mommy issues? the winn dixie name drop? she went off with this one

ptolmaea: I love this song it's so distressing. I need more Evil Music that is an Actively Harmful Listening Experience. very cathartic. however, I listen to music when just like. doing dishes and shit. I can't have my hands in dirty dishwater and be hearing "make it stop make it stop make it stop stop stop stop stop stop STOP AAAAAAHHHHH" however, it probably would be good to listen to when I'm sitting in my hammock in the woods, if I wanted to feel like I was in a found footage horror movie

family tree (intro): "jesus can always reject his father, but he can not escape his mother's blood" "swinging by my neck from the family tree" I'm so. I'm sooo. I'm eating drywall. I'm gonna stick my hand in a wood chipper. I'm gonna shove my head in the dirt. what the fuck. I love when people interpret jesus as a complicated figure. I don't fuck with christianity but from a narrative and artistic standpoint there is. so much. also you bringing [REDACTED] into this makes me feel so mentally ill

also I wrote all of this before looking up the lyrics on genius and shit got twice as interesting for the preacher's daughter album when I looked it up. what the fuck. I love narratives

real ones know that this ask and the journey it went on entitles rori to every horrible mean thing she says to me. i deserve it

#YOURE SO REAL FOR THE GOLDEN AGE AND CRUSH RECOGNITION DO YOU STILL LOVE ME BESTIE IM SORRY #also tams was initially gonna be titled after a family tree lyric. insanity #every [REDACTED] here is beyond valid for reasons we have EXHAUSTED thanks to aiaia's bullying #ask #ethel cain

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crows-home · 1 year

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ok now here's what bugs me about Fire Emblem/ Nathan because fuck. TW for discussions of sexual assault, but it's p retty much just me ranting about the pervert anime trope.

Like any other anime even vaguely involving women, I was really worried about the sexualization of female characters or just flat-out grossness that might pop up. Casual sexism, casual groping, all those things played for jokes, etc. Theres always one pervert that goes after the girls, and it sucks. The girls are always victimized, and nothing gets done. Everyone else just sighs or chuckles and goes "oh, classic Pervert! So silly" It always makes me want to chew glass. I don't think I would have stuck with this series if I saw that tbh.

And unfortunately, there was some of that. A lot of that. Mainly from Nathan/ Fire Emblem, the openly queer character.

I've always despised the "pervert character" anime trope. It's always played for laughs, always brushed off, just serves to pander to some audience. "But ooohh, it's ok!! The person gets hit/ told off repeatedly its all good!! :)" No. No it's fucking not. It's annoying, uncomfortable, and is the reason I have trouble interacting with a lot of anime these days. Because that shit is just always around, played for jokes, ruining the episodes no matter how good the plot is.

So. then there's Nathan, a queer character of color that I really wanted to root for and relate to, in the beginning. But throughout all of season 1, he's always groping someone's ass and making some comment that the other person clearly doesn't like. I'm mainly thinking about Antonio/ Bison right now. And I know what people will say. "Bison is strong enough. If he really didn't like it, he would tell Nathan to knock it off or defend himself." To which I say: shut up forever and get out. Hell no. That's way too close to "well, you must have actually wanted it" that's thrown to SA victims and I'm not having that shit.

Maybe it didn't happen often, but it happened enough that any time Fire Emblem showed up on screen, I was ready for an uncomfortable moment to happen and rolled my eyes.

I've debated it with myself. Nathan's a flirt, that's their character. Flamboyant and openly gay, which can be seen as fitting into many stereotypes. But that's not where I have the issue. Seeing a queer character struggle through their relationship with gender, with how they are accepted in society and how they accept themself, could have been wonderful. Honestly, during the movie, the scenes where Nathan is having flashbacks and battling with very real insecurities made me sympathetic.

I dunno. It was just so disappointing to see and I don't know if I have enough words for it. It bums me out a lot. I don't know what the conversation about Tiger and Bunny was like back in 2011. Maybe other people have said this, maybe there's more to this, but agh. I just had to vent about this, because it was such a let down.

But all of that sympathy is thrown out the window when I remember the way this character perpetuates the stereotype: queer people are predators. And no matter what the intention was, no matter what year it was, that's what it comes off as.

I hate it. Because the second movie. The Rising. Made me really invested in Nathan and his journey. Sure, it was quick, and a subplot, but they did so much with that.

His mother and father criticizing him. The feeling of disappointment. "The only thing you can do now is die." Just a few scenes and lines of dialogue can really reach an audience, if you know what you're doing.

But I'm not sure they did. Nathan wakes up, overcomes his trauma and worries like a switch just flipped, and comes into battle saying "men are made of courage and women are made of love, so gay people are invincible!"

Man. What the hell. I can't even begin to describe the confusion and disappintment I felt when I first saw that scene.

It gets better in season 2, I think. Fire Emblem is still gay and kicking ass, just not so touchy. Which I'm assuming means the writers took notes from before and cut that shit out.

#tiger and bunny #pobre payasito #please let me know if i should tag anything specific. but it mainly is just me talking about the trope #i needed to vent :')#nathan you deserve better. ive read fics about them BEING better. those are great

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roseymirror · 8 months

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sleep (yandere sasuke)

TW: manipulation, implied threats, mostly just vibes tbh. like really uncomfortable but girls are playing it off. truly tame for the start of my yan sasuke grind. Self Insert has a power that nulls all and any chakra. pairing is yan sasuke x self-insert. part of my naruto au and is more like an oc than si. This was written on July 10 and the word count is 721 words.

"Hey, Sasuke...can I ask you a question?" Her voice sounded softer, and quieter, matching the rabbits she loved so much. Her eyes looked over to him, seeing black ones even in the candle-lit room. "What is it?" He only hummed, looking somewhat annoyed by her pestering as usual. She would be more shocked if he didn't look the least bit annoyed. "Why I am in your bed again? Not that I hate being here, just like..." She nervously played with the ends of the blanket, trying to ignore Sasuke's eyes on her. It always felt so intense when she was this close to him, even though she knew those red eyes would never work on her. It was more intense and nerve-wracking than training or just being in the same room as him. "Why? I know you're perfectly fine with sleeping on your own, Sasuke." Not like she was, always falling in and out of sleep due to paranoia. It was something that was more reasonable when certain snakes would love to tear her apart and study her if she wasn't entertaining enough to them. "It would have been troublesome to carry you the way to your room" Her mind wandered off to her beaten-down body struggling to get up, almost tripping on her own feet until strong arms held her up. Those black eyes looked at her dark brown ones, almost scolding her for being so weak. "Hmm, if only someone didn't send me flying through the room during training...maybe I could still walk..." Sarcasm dripped into her voice, giving the teen her own annoyed look. It looked more like someone pouting to him, further amusing him more than anything. "Did you really forget how to dodge?" He questioned, barely trying to hide the growing amusement on his face. It only pissed her off, making her defensive. "Of course not! You were too fast!" "So I was too much for you?" Julia went to open her mouth but soon closed it, watching as a chuckle of amusement left Sasuke's lips. She fell right into another blunder, allowing the Uchiha to once again mercifully tease her. She let out a groan before sitting up on the bed. "You know what, I'm going to my room! See you later, Sasuke" She began to move before being pulled back into the covers. An arm was wrapped around her, pulling her back into those inescapable black eyes. "Hey, what are-" "Quiet. I'm trying to sleep" Sasuke had his eyes finally closed but his grip on her didn't loosen. "Dude, I'm trying to leave" She tugged on his arm but it didn't budge. "I can't, your arm won't move" The girl couldn't even wiggle her way out, the Uchiha pulling her body so close, it felt like she was going to swallow up by him. "Why is that?" Is he...playing dumb!? What is he trying to accomplish with this?? He was always confused like this, acting normal and then suddenly having his hands on her. It felt weirdly possessive as if saying 'this one was mine' But this was Sasuke Uchiha, the avenger. She could believe it back in Naruto but nowadays? It must be something off with him. Not like it was any of her business, he was going to leave at some point or she finds a way back home. Either way, this will all end, and she won't have to deal with trying to figure out what he meant by any of this. "...You know what? Since I'm naturally forgiving, I'm going to let this slide and just sleep here. You're welcome" She allowed herself to sink into the bedsheets, trying to ignore Sasuke's smug smirk on his face. "Good choice," He said and that was the end for him, seemingly satisfied with winning this round at least. She let out a sigh and tried to turn her back towards him but he only gripped harder, keeping her facing him. "....Goodnight Sasuke" She sighed as she snuggled up to the cold body. She never felt a shred of warmth from him but it was weirdly comforting. It reminded her of her best friend in a way so she leaned into the touch. The last thing she heard was a hum and a hand rubbing her back as if soothing her to bed.

#yandere sasuke uchiha #yandere sasuke #self insert #my writing #pre hideout break in

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Hi, I hope this doesn't come off in the wrong way but I have trauma due to my actual step-brother SA me when I was 7 but nobody takes it seriously or comforts me about it because it was child on child (He was around 13.)

So I don't mean to trauma dump that but do you think the big brother kink could help me recover or atleast comfort some of my trauma? Once again sorry if this comes off weird! Love your posts btw 🧡

-🃏 anon

I'm sorry that happened to you. ngl usually I don't answer asks about heavy personal stuff like this, but since it came with a super relevant and interesting question, I'm gonna answer it. I definitely think it's very important to address the fact that so long as you're engaging in kinks in a healthy way, it can absolutely be therapeutic and help you through trauma!

In general, kink is a very good form of exposure therapy. Especially for things you know you'll encounter in life and want to be able to react to in ways that aren't disgust, panic, or upset. I personally have a lot of trauma around mixing drugs and sex, but I managed to find a way to slowly get into intoxplay and I can now be around people doing drugs or talking about drugs without spiralling! Including enjoying smut content involving drugs, which is something that used to be a heavy trigger for me. It was super helpful for me to sexualise it because it recontextualized my own relationship and associations with drugs (and mixing drugs with sex).

And I know other people who have come to terms with their trauma and taken back their ability to remain calm when confronted with it by engaging with it within the safety of kink. Including incest-related trauma. In general, part of the reason why people with trauma are often drawn to or helped by sexualising that trauma is because it allows you to engage with these things from a position of power (that power being your ability to revoke your consent/safeword at any time). It's a way to rewrite your brain's association with the event into one where you're in control. You're in control of when you get assault, when you get hurt, when you get abused. You know that it will stop the moment you want it to, and that you will be cared for and loved afterwards. It's a safe way to relive your trauma, but with a new sense of control over the situation!

And even if interacting with those kinks doesn't turn you on, sometimes just seeing that other people enjoy it without being bad people can help too. Generally, I support people seeking out the weirdest and most disturbing sexual content they can handle and gently pushing that boundary until they get used to the idea that even the most hardcore kinky people are just people, and can be very nice and chill! It's a good way to kill the weird evangelical anti-sex cop in your head tbh

That being said, kink and sex can also be forms of self harm, if you do them wrong. If it's something that triggers you and leaves you feeling disgusted with yourself afterwards, but you keep doing it in an attempt to feel that disgust and triggering, then you're engaging in a form of self harm. You need to be doing it with the intention of healing and with an understanding of your own limits and how far you can safely push them

Anyway, long story short... yeah. I think if things make you uncomfortable or trigger you, kink can be a good way to work through it! Especially finding a welcoming and safe kink community where you feel your limits will be respected and you'll be able to work through things at your own pace

It won't be the right way to work through it for everyone, but if you think it would be for you then it's always worth a try!

#sunshine #asks #18+ only #🃏 anon

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leeknowsnot · 8 months

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it's mercy (serial killer!au i.n) MINORS DNI!!!

genre: murder

warnings: TW mature themes (minors dni!!), violence, sa, mentions of physical ab-se, dni if uncomfortable!!

disclaimer: this piece is, in no way, a mirror of the actual person. yang jeong in is the most precious maknae any group could ever ask for. this is also not a piece to portray the said idol's parents in a negative way. this was only made for literary purposes only.

note: serial killer au brainrot. NOT AN X READER. please proceed with caution!!

'A young male in his mid 20s, that was how she would describe him. He wasn't very tall nor was he short either. There was alacrity to his steps, even. His steps, unwavering. His gaze, piercing. There was something about how he dragged the axe through the ground subtly, emanating a low, yet haunting sound as he trudged after her,' the voice from the platinum TV announced.

"I was running for my life but my legs wanted to give up. I had a very tiring afternoon that day so I had less stamina," another voice spoke up, but this time it was distorted.

"I tripped on a wire and he heard me fall. Then, he started laughing and the dragging axe sounded louder and rushed as it dragged through the concrete. Then he swung the axe at me. It was dark so it was probably why he missed but he almost cut off my ear," the distorted voice spoke again.

It was both unnerving and out of place. The news mixed in uncontrollably with the calming, jazz music that emanated from within the wall speakers inside the establishment. It was a Wednesday morning so the café was mostly filled with just a few salarymen, women, and some students who have decided to cut classes for the third time of the week. Within the middle, a group of young adults sat. Cladded in white shirts, and ironed yet stained brown aprons.

A small, disappointed sigh came from the other end of the table. "Gosh, it's so scary to go out these days."

Another voice spoke, "I can't even go party with my girlfriend at the bar at night. She keeps on telling me she's scared to go out because of the recent women serial killings."

"Yeah, I'm worried about my mom too. She always has the night shift, I wish I could accompany her to work," another boy added, his chin resting atop his palm, a worried expression painted on his face.

A silence came between the group of males and the only noise that pulverized the empathetic nothingness. The sound of a grinding coffee machine.

They turned towards the other male who stood behind the counter, head slightly tilted down as his eyes were fixated on the small cup of cappuccino that he had been brewing for 3 minutes. "Hey, Yang Jeong In. It's the weekday, there aren't that much costumers. Come sit with us."

The younger male, Jeong In, only flashed them a smile. His cheeks reached up to his ears, and his eyes forming into half-crescent moons as he faced his co-workers. "You know I like to be productive, hyung," he said as the cup within his hand flown with too much frothing.`

Looking back 14 years ago, Jeong In used to have the same smile. When he got an answer right back in elementary school, he'd always flash that cheeky, innocent grin. Whenever the teacher would pat him on the head for a job well done, he'd smile. Whenever he would accidentally fall on his knees, he'd just stand up and smile as his knees bled. Whenever someone calls his name, he would smile. He always smiles. Yet, there was only one place that Jeong In never smiled.

His house.

It wasn't small nor was it big. In fact, it was cozy. It always smelled of pancake dough because of the neighboring bakery, and seemed to always emanate such a warm, welcoming feeling from outside the doorway. The 10-year old Jeong In would just stand there, clutching on the strap of his bag, eyes staring at the knob and would ponder over something for about 20 minutes. Eventually, he'd find himself walking into the place that he disliked entering.

He hated the smell of varnished wood by the living room. The lingering smell of air freshener sprayed inside the bathroom that got out and mixed into the open smell of newly cooked tteokbokki by the kitchen room, turning into a horrid mix of lavender and chili. The spotless cabinets and sink. Or even the cute little plushie he used to have as a child, sitting by the sofa. He hated it all.

Eventually, the silence within the four cornered house always be disrupted by the sound a loud slap from the second floor. Then the bedside table. Then a glass. It was always the same routine, the same order. And then his father's nagging would follow—no, he wasn't shouting. He was screaming.

When Jeong In was around that age, his parents fought a lot. Unfortunately for the young child, the argument between both his parents weren't only verbal. He wasn't safe from the physical beating either. Each day at school, Jeong In would show up at school with new bruises, lying through his smile that each bruise was gotten from a bad fall that he had whilst climbing the stairs. He took the beating, mostly. Even until now, he would always flinch or gasp whenever someone accidentally broke a plate or anything fragile. It traumatized him. And it went on for years for the young boy.

The moment Jeong In's father died from an accident, he thought he was finally out of the misery. His mother, especially. But then again, Jeong In had to check twice whether the one who was at fault was actually his father or the other.

By the time Jeong In turned 12, his mother started disappointing her own son as well. Each night was a different man, a different fee, a different name, a different face, and a different position. Whenever Jeong In was in his room, scribbling away today's pile off assignments, he'd hear the headboards from the other room followed by slaps of skin, and overlapping muffled voices of his mother, and another individual he'd never recognize. His mother became a prostitute. But that wasn't all.

Whenever he looks at them, he'd see her. He'd see the deep set eyes that looked up at him, pleading with tears and cried with her mouth, not just her eyes. He would remember how the black mascara would drip unpleasantly down her cheeks, or how her red lipstick smudged off her lips and how half of her blouse's buttons were missing. He would never forget the words she shouted at him. They weren't of ill-intent towards him but rather, her sentences begged him.

"Why?" she said.

Why, indeed? Jeong In would internally ask himself.

Why was the 20-year old Yang Jeong In standing above a pool of blood, glancing down at his mother? He would always ask himself the same thing over and over again. Why? But then, the blame would always shift towards his mother. He towered over her crawling form, eyes filled with pity.

"Why?" he would repeat. He takes his hand out of his pocket and bends down at his mother. As his fingers forcefully grip her by the jaw, he smiles once again. "Why was mother so irresponsible, bringing multiple men in the house and being so preoccupied with their girth rather than her own son?"

"Why was mother pretending I wasn't her son but a distant relative whenever a different man was at home? Is mother ashamed of her own son?" he asked.

"You—"

He cut her sentence off. "Tsk, tsk. Is mother being naughty?" He traces off his thumb at her lower lip as he stares at it. Jeong In lets out a small chuckle.

"...Why did mother do that?"

`It was unlike any other day. When the 17-year old Jeong In came home from school, the house smelled of cigarette and mixed with it was something else. As he entered, the smoke seeped in through his nostrils. He called out for his mother but got no response. The idea of a thief causing this crossed his mind but he immediately brushed the thought away when his mother's figure became visible by the kitchen.

"Mother?" he called out. Her head tilted towards him, hair disheveled in so many places and bags formed beneath her eyes. She whispered in response, waving her hand as a gesture telling him to come closer, and he did. Jeong In sat beside her as her hands cupped his face. From the corner of his eyes, he could see discoloration from her fingers and by the table were small packets where white powder spilled out. He repeated the word 'mother' again but with confusion in his voice. He never hung out with various people and only stayed with a single group, nor did he stay long enough at school to know what they were and not see the other kids sniff them through their little nostrils and go streaking around the streets at night, high on whatever substance they were in.

The woman strokes Jeong In's head. It was a contact that made him feel warm. Even before his father's death, she was never the affectionate mother towards Jeong In. Although she never raised her hand on him, she wasn't the type who'd go to her own son's bring-your-parent day at school. She was either too busy being beaten up by her husband or pleasing the same man who threw her on the floor multiple times with her body. She was a good wife but a horrible mother. Even now when Jeong In had immersed himself on the newly found affection from his mother, she was busy running her hand uncomfortably through his arm and on top of his thigh.

"Jeong In-ah, how was school?" she cooed, her voice an octave higher from her usual raspy voice that he had grown hearing. It was a tone he'd only hear whenever his mother was busy milking off a man at the other room.

He stuttered, uneasy at both her way of speaking and the way how her hand rested on his chest. It was the first time she ever spoke to him about school. "I-It was fine. I'm.. just a bit tired from soccer practice."

For a brief moment, he saw his mother lick her lower lip but as soon as he blinked, her eyes were fixated on his eyes again. "Jeong In-ah plays soccer?"

He nodded, hesitantly. He had been playing soccer since elementary and his mother did not even bother to remember each time he'd ask for permission to attend practices or soccer games at the neighborhood.

It went on for a few minutes. His mother taking her time asking her long due questions about how he was coping with school and his sports. But eventually, awkwardness and the uncomfortable conversation came to an abrupt halt when she started groping areas that made Jeong In snap away from her. His eyes looked at her with so much confusion.

Her voice cooed once more, taking her son's face between her palms.

"Jeong In-ah. Do you know how much mommy loves you?"

Her gaze pierzed through his puzzled ones, staring at them for more than a minute before she did the unthinkable. She crashed her lips at her own son's and forced herself through his teeth.

She tasted like meth.

It was unpleasant. He couldn't scream for help nor was he able to struggle. There was quite an amount of drugs that had gotten into his system the moment her face came in contact with his and in a matter of minutes, he was out of control of his own actions, bobbing his head and speaking groggily as he weakly pushed his mother's head away from his now naked waist. Only a string of "please stop"s and sobbed "mother"s came out from his lips as she made her way with him.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ From then on, he was never the same again.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 🔴 `Recording...`

"Jeong In-ah? Hmm... He's pretty cool. He's in the soccer team and he was always smiling. I think it's kind of cute," his classmate would giggle.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ He was never the same again, mentally.

"Jeong In? Um, he's very friendly. I rarely see him alone at school, he was always with a lot of groups and got along with everyone. I think he's a really fun guy."

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ He despised her.

"Ahh, Yang Jeong In? I heard he's really good at soccer. He gets good grades too, it's kind of making me jealous haha. I wish I was good at stuff and be as good-looking as him too."

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ He despised them.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 🔴 `Recording Ended...`

ㅤ

From across the room of flashing red and blue, he stared, a glass in his hand. The booming music from the club was loud enough to silence the loudest of whispers yet each gaze seemed louder than the music itself. A smirk crept upon his lips, eyes trailing towards her orbs and both their gazes lingering.

Eventually, they found themselves sharing the same cubicle. Lips intertwining with each other sloppily as their hands roamed at each other's body. There wasn't any affection that lingered between them. There was only lust.

She lusted for his body. He lusted for his objective.

She smelled like nitrites and she, no doubt, had more than one poppers inside her pockets. In the midst of her lusted absentminded mutterings, she always called him Minhyuk. And Jeong In responded to that.

He never knew her. They never had any proper conversations but he did hear from his friend that she was popular among the men. She'd step inside the bar and never go out empty handed. She always had a prize.

"She tightens up real good, man," his friend brags. Jeong In raised an eyebrow at him and chuckles in amusement.

"I can't believe you're such a pervert," he jokes at him.

"Tsk, this is why you're still single. Hey, Yang Jeong In. It's okay to think with your dick sometimes, you know? Some girls like that," he slaps his friend's shoulder.

Jeong In only laughs in response, "You're such an asshole, Minhyuk."

Minhyuk laughs, "I know right!"

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ But this time, she had the wrong prize.

It happened all too fast for her. Her lust drowned eyes turned into troubled ones once the sudden feeling of warm liquid dripped down from her neck. As she patted the skin to check what it was, she opened her mouth to scream, only to be covered by his hand.

"We don't want them to catch us, do we?" he spoke in a hushed tone, a calm smile gazing down on her as he held a calm expression at her state. It was only then she'd properly identify his face, devoid of the Nitrite's effect, and had come to realize it was not Minhyuk.

With his right, he covered her mouth. And with his left, he held a knife adorned with blood, lighlty dripping on his leather shoe. "Young ladies shouldn't be high on drugs at the bar at this time of night."

He slightly bended towards her eye level and whispered, "Didn't your mommy teach you about strangers and how you shouldn't take candy from them?"

He watched as her body went limp from the loss of blood by the slash around her neck. He watched as she coughed through her mouth and the concentrated liquid of red bubbled with a pop from the open wound and flesh from the cough.

Jeong In observed for a short while, staring at her now lifeless body and muttered under his breath before leaving. "Mother would be so happy I brought her a new friend."

The next day, Minhyuk had been reported to have taken his life by consuming multiple pills that spread throughout his table and the case had been closed with that statement.

It was his first rodeo. After the woman from the bar and Minhyuk, many other followed the list. His victims were always women who had history or recurring experience with prostitution or drug intake. Men weren't an exception though. Those who had indulged themselves in pleasure with prostitutes, or forced themselves on those who didn't want to eventually found themselves, lifeless in a ditch a few days later.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ He had messed up the day before.

As he took the hacksaw that he gripped with his right hand, a muffled scream came from the woman a couple of inches away from him. He was a narrow tunnel. The lights past the tunnel weren't working and only the one by the entrance was lit. It was around 2 am and neither car nor man passed by. He carefully slipped on a pair of silicone gloves, a smile adorning his relaxed yet eerie expression once more.

'It wasn't meant to mess up and just go smoothly, but she just had to pass by.'

The clopping sound of heels by the streets lightly pattered on the ground. Jeong In had his back turned by the street and was too focused on making his preparations to even notice the young woman who was tied down scuffle through the ground in an attempt to roll herself towards the light where the approaching individual would hopefully see her.

A woman in her early 30s, appeared. Bag slung on her shoulder and had most likely been overworked from the day's overtime that resulted to her walking the streets on the way home at such an ungodly hour. It was such a perfect timing.

She heard the scuffles, slowly stopping in her tracks as she squinted her eyes to adjust to the tunnel's darkness that was a couple of steps away from her.

As soon as the tied woman's face momentarily peeked into the light, it shook her. Her face was stained with multiple drips of black mascara and strands of her hair stuck on her wet cheeks that pooled with tears. She muffled a weak plead for help. By that time, Jeong In had already turned around, immediately pulling the woman's leg, out of sight and away from the light again.

The other woman shook at the sight before her. She stood, frozen. Not until Jeong In emerged from the dark tunnel, sprinting towards her with a hammer in his hand did she start to uproot herself from her position.

"Are you sure you don't recognize his face?" the reporter asked from the TV again. The woman's silhouette shook her head through the white fabric that covered her whole body from the screen.

"I was lucky enough to even be able to run away. I couldn't process what happened to me or what could've happened to that woman I saw in the tunnel. I was too scared to even think and eventually fell asleep. The next day, I woke up and went to wash myself but when I turned on the TV, she was already in the news. That couldn't have been anyone else, her body was found in the same tunnel I passed by last night. So I thought to myself, would I have been able to do anything?"

The former news flashed on the screen as she spoke. Most parts of it were blurred out but anyone could make up at least the mutilated limbs and the stomach that had been sliced open.

As soon as it appeared, the TV had been shut off with the sound of the remote falling on the table.

"They must be crazy, children are watching TV too. Even if it's blurred out, it's still inappropriate!" the other barista from earlier spoke.

"It's quite scary to think that the killer's still out there. How would the women even be able to go out at night," another guy added.

`They were wrong. He only targetted the prostitutes and those who had taken advantage of them. He wasn't doing anything wrong, he thought. In fact, they should be thankful.`

"You be careful at night too, Jeong In-ah. The killer might mistake you for a girl," his co-worker joked a little before shaking his head at the memory of the victim's body. "I can't even fathom the fact that the killer's still out there, murdering other people. It's brutal and merciless."

From beneath his breath, Jeong In muttered.

"It's not murder. It's mercy."

i just rewatched strangers from hell so i got this brainrot again

#skz #stray kids #au #serial killer au #yang jeongin #i.n #i.n skz #i.n stray kids

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