#beauty and the beast is about stockholm syndrome and that's bad

[sciderman]

I really don't like how we're just glossing over the fact that Gwen cheated on Peter let alone MJ hiding this from him.

who's glossing? i'm writing a whole fic about it.

2. they were on a BREAK

3. you're forgetting that peter and gwen are dramatic irony the couple™ and at exactly the precise same time gwen had her tongue down mary jane's throat peter had his tongue down harry's. the exact same night.

the joke is that peter has been burying all this guilt for years thinking that he'd failed gwen and was terrible and dishonest and she was an angel who was too good for him until he finds out. gwen was always just as much of a messy bitch as he was. but he was too busy spiralling in his own messes to realise that gwen was just as messy as he was.

4. mj didn't tell him, sure. but that's because she assumed gwen told him. i don't think mj's the sort of girl to say "hey by the way i fucked your girlfriend shitlips" even if that would be hilarious. she didn't think it was a secret though and definitely thought gwen told peter.

and yeah. i'd hesitate to call it cheating - they were definitely on a break. they might not have laid down a law, and definitely both feel ridiculously guilty about it, but they. were. on a break.

i think it was just a necessary thing, for both of them.

i think for me, i'm not about the moral black-and-white of relationships - it always got me down when people point at the piña colada song saying it's terrible. it's about cheating. that's objectively bad and evil so says it in the bible thou shall not commit adultery yadda yadda yadda. no, no, shut up. that's not what the song is about. the song is about rediscovering there's stuff you've overlooked about your partner. that you can think you love someone, but not actually know them. and you can learn more about them, and realise they're not what you thought, and you can fall in love with them all over again. for me, that's like, the most romantic thing ever, actually. and those who look at it through the "this song is about cheating" lens completely sleep on how genuinely, sincerely cute and romantic it is. that it's a song not about cheating, but discovering stuff you didn't know about your partner, and falling in love with them all over again. finding out that actually, you're both the kind of person who's crazy and lustful for life enough to run away with a romantic stranger on a wild escape, but you were both too afraid to admit that to each other. i love that song. it's so much more sincere and human than any stupid love song. nay sayers get away from me.

i think peter and gwen are a lot like that piña colada song. neither of them are a villain. both of them make mistakes and both of them were messy and both of them had stuff to figure out before they could make it work together.

i... sighs... i'd like people to kind of stop expecting these guys to be right all the time. they're disasters. i wouldn't be interested to write them in any other way. and i promise you wouldn't be interested to read it, either. i'm here for the messy bitches who have stuff to figure out. shout out to the messy bitches who have stuff to figure out.

[angel-maybe-alive]

Retelings cliches that piss me the fuck off

♡Alice in Wonderland is about drugs - it could be about society, it could be about neurodivergency but no, white girl doing LSD is cooler, I guess.

♡ what if Superman was evil - then it wouldn't be Superman dumbass, like the main point of Superman is that he is a good person like it's the whole deal hyperpowerful but really good

♡actually any what if the heroes had no morals- then you are just doing Greek myths with extra steps

♡Romeo and Juliet, but one is an oppressor and the other the oppressed - Litterally, both families were in equal standing in society. Why you need to make it abusive for no reason.

♡Beauty and the beast, any reteling of beauty and the beast - no, it's not Stockholm syndrome, no a shapeshifter elf with abs doesn't count as a Beast, and Belle was a nice person In the original why everyone remakes her as a cunt.

♡my book it's just like the hunger games but...-Shut it I need you to please tell me if you understand that no, hunger games isnt just about reality television and a battle royale, I swear to God...

♡Pinocchio but it's about a robot- flower print for spring groundbreaking

♡it's inspired by the works of tolkien- no, it's a transcript of you and your group of only male friends playing dungeons and dragons while high on cheap weed at 03:00 am on the suburbs while listening to pop punk on MTV in 2003, we get it you want to bang a hot elven maiden and slain a dragon

♡is inspired by Harry potter- For the last fucking time Rowling doesn't own the concept of magic schools let go of those fucking chains and let this woman go it's a magic school book just call it that goddamn it

♡it's inspired by fairy tales - Disney version or the cultural ones because one way or the other, your childhood crush on an animated villain shouldn't be the only thing fueling your writing career.

♡it's about Greek gods...-*sigh* I don't even know where to start with those just read something other than Percy Jackson(I love percy Jackson by the way) Lore Olympus and the first page of Wikipedia on Greek mythology and then maybe spend a long time thinking if whatever you are planning to write isn't somehow more misogynistic than whatever the fuck an old Greek scholar wrote thousands of years ago okay.

♡what if (real life bigotry) was reverse - just don't for a first time writing, for someone in a privileged place in society, it's just a bad idea altogether, Dont

[yanderenightmare]

I have an honest question and I don't want to sound rude or anything at all but what's so interesting about CNC. Like I see people hype it up but to me it just feels like romanticizing r4pe..I'm not really into CNC so I can't talk bad or downplay whatever they do but I'm just asking because I want to understand it better.

A question I, by no means, can answer perfectly. However, in the spirit of philosophy and amateur psychology, I will lay unto you, ye who have keen ears, my theories.

Now, I am in no way a psychiatrist. However, as I am a woman who does a great deal of fantasizing and further thinking of what I fantasize about, I thought I might assume the role of a sexologist as it is no protected title.

I’ve long wondered why we (women) fantasize about things that would appall us if manifested in reality. It makes little sense that an act so ruining in practice should make us feel fulfilled when the mere thought of it is humored.

In the vast complexities of psychology, no matter how much I drink of its depths, I can’t seem to get my fill enough to understand it. Trying to figure out female arousal is like pulling hair from a clogged gutter and trying to undo all the knots. It’s a web of contradictions.

However…

First theory – there are cultural reasons. If we accept the inbuilt instincts of old and the instincts we adopt through media while growing up – all in all, the great history of aggressive men dominating passive women – we are conditioned to accept that this is what romance looks like.

Second theory – there are the emotional reasons. The "Beauty and the Beast" motif – featuring classic co-dependency. Women submit to abuse because we have an inbuilt need to nurture others – so when we love men who require to abuse and own us in order to love us, we somehow forget to protect ourselves in favor of loving them, which in this case means allowing them to abuse and own us. It's warped.

Third theory – there are psychological reasons. In fantasies and writing or viewing, we get to reframe traumatic experiences in a positive light or rework traumatic experiences in a safe environment – a form of psychological self-defense, much like Stockholm Syndrome or a type of self-inflicted Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.

Fourth theory – research has also been conducted regarding physiological reasons. Here, we have another inbuilt self-defense mechanism – a seldom talked-about phenomenon – which shows that women tend to become physically aroused when they sense any possibility of sexual aggression in their environment – in order to lower their chance of injury if they are raped.

Through all this, I believe one can narrow fantasies of rough or non-consensual sex into something as paradoxical and polar as having a wish for control and a wish to relent oneself of it. And coming to this conclusion, I realized that such is the pursuit of many, even in endeavors not of the erotic kind.

Humans wish to have control just as much as humans disdain having control. This is why BDSM (bondage, domination, sadism, masochism) kinks and fetishes are found in some shape or form in nearly every romantic or sexual relationship in existence. You’ll have the dominant partner wishing to achieve control over a submissive partner wishing to relinquish control through such means of domination, humiliation, pain, and pleasure.

But it’s more complex than that, isn’t it? 

Yes. Because, contradictory – a submissive partner may wish for control, and a dominant partner may wish to lose it. Human beings are an unyielding paradox where we flex across contrasting aims with no means to an end.

Yes, we wish for control, yet disdain having it. Perhaps we find the answer to this paradox in maintaining control by losing it?

Moreover… how does this relate to nonconsensual sex fantasies?

Here, we get a fifth theory containing the ego – a spin-off of a kind from the third theory. Here we find the wish for control, where, in the lustful fantasy realm, non-consensual sex bolsters a woman's feelings of seductiveness and desirability in the way it has the power to make a man lose his decency and self-control, driving him to commit crimes of passion despite ill consequences of losing his pride and honor as a man – also, ultimately, risking getting sent to prison. 

Put simply, some women enjoy the idea of being irresistible enough to drive even a good man crazy. The thought of being attractive enough to make a man love-sick and the power and control that follows it is, in this case, a turn-on.

A sixth theory – another spin-off from the third theory – is that fantasies of rape allow women to reduce the distress associated with sex, as they are not, in this scenario, responsible for what occurs. Moreover, the logic here states that when one is forced into something, they’ll have a lesser need to feel guilt or shame about acting out their own sexual desires.

Put simply, some women wish to maintain their innocence despite having carnal desires only satiated by means of sinful acts. 

This begs another question.

Is this a lingering feeling of guilt and shame around female sexuality?

Of course! Women are constantly met with disdain when open about their sluttiness.

So, are fantasies of nonconsensual sex a type of projection they do because of this?

In some cases, yes!

Transferring our own sexual desires unto another gives us permission to act them out without feeling guilty or dirty – because, inside this fantasy, it isn’t us committing the indecencies.

... Okay then...

Summing up theories five and six:

Control. To feel wanted, lusted for, obsessed over, and coveted by others. The power of driving someone to lovesick desire, a frenzied state, where they would do anything, even illegal, to have you. Additionally, despite such harsh cases of ego, wanting none of the responsibility for it, wanting to be free of sin, to maintain innocence and purity in light of such dark desires.

Or is there a seventh theory? One found in our idyllic construct of freedom – this aimless goal of ours to make ourselves appreciate breathing – done by balancing the electric powerline between having and losing control.

Is it this act of switching places, the attraction and pull, the stimuli and response, the attack and retaliation? In the chaos of contradictions and uncertainty, we find a thrill that occupies our otherwise hibernating minds – bored to the degree that we become machines in our daily programs. 

Is it simply that we need a little extremity as a remedy for our dull lives?

Do we fall in love with illegal things simply because we are denied them? Simply because they’re illegal? Self-harm, drug use, gambling, murder, rape…

Are these things a part of us? And are we, without them, left feeling unfulfilled? Is The Purge perhaps onto something vitally important? A cure for boredom, this mediocrity that leaves us feeling so blue?

I think, if I were to find a comparison, it’s quite similar to the blind bounds of excitement others ascend to in the midst of playing violent video games. The rush of falling in and out of enemy territory, of danger and safety, from being a predator to becoming the prey, of victory and defeat, of chasing death only to be comforted by one’s remaining life – because in reality, you're safe and sound in front of a screen.

Also, in other cases - rollercoasters, horror movies, extreme sports, etc...

Yes, the wish to trip in and out of control isn’t limited to the realm of lust but is present in most aspects of life. We find it in extreme cases such as drugs, gambling, gaming, relationships, and in other subtle cases of professions and work.

If you don’t like it, that’s your business, and I wish you the best of luck in lust elsewhere.

On another note – and such another warning and disclaimer – I want you not to accept my tales of lust as love stories. Personally, I think hints of toxic displays such as jealousy, obsession, and possession in a partner are natural – but – a difference is made when such feelings become restricting to a degree you no longer feel free. I implore you to make such distinctions for yourself when regarding yourself – and, in extreme cases, when regarding others.

In said regard, I do not condone the events nor the actions of the characters in my stories – neither offender nor victim. Don’t allow yourself to fall prey to toxic partners! The signs are always there – keep a weathered eye out for them.

And no, I’m not blaming those who’ve allowed themselves to stay in toxic relationships. I, myself, am guilty of that. But I won’t excuse my poor judgment either. You know when something doesn’t feel right. We shouldn’t blur the lines of right and wrong in the name of love – or whatever else we may lend our self-control to – such as religion, culture, family, societal pressure, etc...

You are in control. Don’t forget it. And don’t allow anything else to become the case.

[obsessive-valentine]

Yandere!vampire x GN!Reader (HC’s)

Growing tired of a lonesome life he sets eyes on you but you can’t ever imagine yourself growing to love such a monster, he isn’t to worried believes you will come around at some point, he’s fine with waiting for a couple of centuries. For now he will just hang around and admire his first and only love; Possible Stockholm syndrome?

No one, not even you, will ever know why you were taken from your house in a beautiful but sleepy European town during dusk; but people came up with theory’s. Most agreed upon was you had been taken by the monster who’d been terrorising the village people for years now, and there was nothing they could do about it. So the case was closed, your loss mourned, then life went on thinking you were dead amongst the other random victims of the beast.

But to him you were anything but random or a victim for him to slaughter, only he knows ‘why you’. No one made it to the manor house, he resided in, alive not even him being dead himself; no one until you.

He’d kidnapped you fairly fuss-free, the only consequence was the nasty bump on the back of your head rendering you unconscious but manageable. He laid you in silks and vintage furs on a capacious bed with gold a painted frame and placed ice on your head in an attempt to soothe the ache in your skull.

You were scared into submission by the creature for the first few days - you could have mistaken it for the devil himself with red eyes that bored into your soul and sharp threatening teeth. He responded in short sentences, usually stern and held a disinterested expression that made his eyes look more menacing than he truly was. It was confusing to decipher what he wanted from you, he didn’t seem to want blood but neither to happy about your unwilling company.

“I wanted you, so I took you. Lets not complicate it”

You’d come to learn that he wasn’t unhappy with you at all that was just the sort of face he has, being isolated for uncountable years meant his emotional awareness and expressions had grown rusty to say the least. You’d learn he just liked to be in the same room as you, he didn’t toy with you or worse, he came to sit in the corner of your bed room one in a while and read or write while you busied yourself with one of the many things he gifted you (found laying around in a draw unused for many years) or slept.

In fact he let you get away with a lot like how you’d try everything from retaliating verbally or physically but he’d only respond with a scowl of disapproval or a strong grip around your wrist briefly to remind you just who he was. He knows all about the grieving process having been through it and seen people go through it over and over, so he’d let you grieve over your lost life but doesn’t appreciate when you get really rowdy; bringing you back to earth with tough-love.

...

At some point during the first year of being kidnapped you’d given into harsh-reality, noticing there was no chance of escape as he hears your every foot step, and that even if you did there would be nowhere to go. Seeing you become more obedient encouraged him to soften a bit more, to meet you in the middle, and you let him grow closer after noticing his intentions couldn’t be that bad since he had yet to hurt you or bite you.

There are still arguments, nights where it would all become to much for you and you’d blow up in a emotional rage, demanding you go home or ‘what his intentions are’ and why did it have to be you specifically. So he’d let you hit and shout until you grow tired and your throat sore, wordlessly he’d pull you into his chest where you’d be forced to stay for the next hour. Doesn’t really take anything to heart during these arguments, he knows -at most- a centuries time you will be happy and love him maybe as half as much as he loves you.

Other nights his frustrations get the best of him and he shouts back, demanding ‘you get used to it’ that your friends and family stopped looking for you long ago and he’s all you have now etc. You’d storm away to your bed and he’d sit frustrated in his chair for a while before quietly entering your room and joining you in your bed to hold you and whisper apology’s, making sure you fall into a peaceful sleep before he leaves.

Forced bonding through board and card games!

Of course he sleeps in a coffin, a luxurious one in the room next door to yours, and he wants nothing more than for you to sleep in there with him but wouldn’t bring it up until your inevitable turning where he make you a vampire just like him. You didn’t think he would let you die and leave him to wallow in heart break for the rest of eternity did you?

This man has had so much time on his hands that he’s messed around with most every hobby, most recently (almost a century) he’s taking a liking to the violin. Sometimes he plays while you sleep and no longer around to entertain him (downstairs, as far from your room to not bother you) and sometimes the muted melody wakes you up for a moment or weasels it’s way into the dream you are in. It comforts you a bit, chasing away the eerie silence followed by creaks and scratching of the old manor house that would make sleep harder to come by and even harder to keep.

[urdepressedslut]

hi i love your writing! <3 i’m obsessed with your bucky fics and was wondering if you’d ever consider writing a beauty and the beast bucky au? no worries if not! thank you for sharing your writing with us <3

beauty and the beast was one of my fav movies growing up, and i love the whole idea of this! i wanted to add my own twists while still trying to follow the original idea 💗 I’ve never tried something like this before but I hope you like it!

Beauty and the Bucky

♡ Pairing: Beast!Bucky Barnes x Beauty!Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: In search of your missing Father, you discover a castle far into the untouched forest. After knocking and no answer, you find the doors unlocked and venture inside. But beware— it might not be your Father you find inside.

♡ Warnings: angst, language, imprisonment, violence, wolf attack, animal fights, injuries, blood, Stockholm syndrome?

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Beauty and the Beast AU

The frigid air bit at your cheeks, the wind cutting into your skin like icicles impaling your skin. It was a struggle to continue trudging through the forest, as it seemed there was no end to the continuous trees. Your Father burned at the front of your brain, the only thing keeping you going. The familiar burst of adrenaline flooded back through your veins, the same feeling when you had witnessed your Father's horse return home without him riding a top.

You hadn't experienced your heart drop more than the moment you saw his horse galloping back frantically. It didn't take long until you were off on your own horse, sprinting with an intense urgency to find your Father.

You patted your horse, soothing him when he had tensed up from a random branch snapping in the distance.

"Shh... It's okay Fury. I'm sure it was nothing." You assured him, trying hard to convince him— as well as yourself.

It was after another agonizing hour in the cold when you had found a castle— an old abandoned one it seemed. As it would usually be a haunting sight, especially in the middle of the forest. You welcomed the idea of shelter, considering you couldn't feel your fingertips— your gloves doing a poor job at keeping your hands warm.

"C'mon Fury, maybe it will be warmer inside." You told him hopefully.

Another part of you hoped that your Father had stopped here to rest, and maybe he'd be inside. But maybe that was only you wishing that were the case.

You held on tight to Fury as he raced through the remaining woods, in a hurry to the castle. You whizzed past all the dead, frozen plants— skidding to a stop at the entrance. In the back of your mind, you imagined what beautiful garden the front landscape would be in warmer conditions. You could imagine the vibrant variety of flowers sprouting just about anywhere. For now it looked ghostly, not a snowflake moving in sight.

Sliding off of Fury, you guided him towards the massive double door entrance. It was intimidating, the pure steel doors looking powerful as they stopped strangers like yourself from entering.

Your teeth chattered as you hesitated pushing the door open. The sensible side of you being annoying and forcing you to raise your hand to knock. The rattling of your knuckles against the steel had your hand throbbing dully. You waited as patiently as you could for an answer— allowing whoever could be inside time to come to the door. You knocked again, harder this time— ignoring the pain in your knuckles this time. After minutes of no answer, only the sound of the howling wind— you didn't hesitate this time to open the door.

You were shocked to find the door opening easily. You gave the heavy door a hard shove, staying rooted in your spot as you watched the steel swing all the way open. You couldn't help but feel bad entering if someone did live here. One— it was creepy if there was someone lurking around. Two— even if you were alone, it was still creepy.

Swallowing the guilt, you focused on the priority. Finding your Father. Just like before, your body filled with panic— worry running through your body as your thoughts wandered to your Father.

God, I hope he's okay. You thought.

You took a step into the doorway, waiting a second for something to happen. When no chaos came, you stepped further into the castle.

"Father! Father it's (Y/n)! If you're here please say something!" You yelled out into the castle, listening to your voice echo through all the hallways— sounding in every single room in the castle.

If someone were here and they hadn't known you were here— they sure do now.

After several minutes of only the creaks of the castle, you were disappointed— hoping that you'd hear your Father's voice shout out to you. He wouldn't last if he was stuck in the cold, lost on foot in the dense woods. Your nose burned, tears building up at the thought of your Father being freezing and alone.

The castle was a bit drafty, the frigid leaking through the walls somehow— but it was much more bearable in here. You just needed a moment to let yourself thaw, gain feeling in your fingertips before you headed out.

"(Y/n)!"

You heard the faintest shout in the distance, and for a second you swore it was your imagination. Had you heard your name?

You waited several moments in silence, your heart beating violently in your chest— waiting for the shout to repeat. You hoped.

"(Y/n)..." The shout sounded again, the voice sounding more familiar.

"Father! Where are you?" You yelled out through the castle, listening to your Father repetitively shout.

You followed his voice, weaving through the dark castle in a haste to find your Father. You climbed almost hundreds of stairs, making it up through a narrow tower to a jail looking place. Stone walls with wooden doors.

"Father?" You asked out into the darkness.

It was hard to see where you were going, but managed to find a single lit torch on the wall— it was like someone had put it there for you. Strange.

"(Y/n)?" Your Father sounded from behind one of the wooden doors, his hands reaching out through the little barred window.

You let out of breath of relief, but immediately panicked— he was trapped here.

"Father! Oh my— Are you okay?" You asked him frantically, skidding to the floor as you grabbed his hand tightly.

Your body broke out in chills as you felt his ice cold hand, his skin almost the same temperature as the stone surrounding us both.

"Father... your hand— it's ice cold." You pointed out, cupping his hand with both of yours, huffing into his hand— in attempt to warm his skin.

"(Y/n), don't worry about me—" He broke out into a sickly cough, "I'll be fine... you need to get outta here! It's not safe!"

Your eyes widened, taking in his face through the little cell door, the light from the torch allowing you to see just how sick he looked. He was old and frail and wouldn't survive much longer. He was also all you had left— you couldn't be without him.

"I'm not just gonna leave you! You'll die!" You cried, tears rolling down your frost bitten cheeks.

He went into another cough attack, holding onto your hand desperately— as if he wanted to remember your touch, like it was the last time he'd ever feel it.

"I love you dear, you're my whole world..." He whispered, raising his shaking hand to cup your cheek, you leaned into his palm— wetting his skin with your tears. "But you need to go. I'm old— I've lived my life. It will be okay."

You shook your head, holding onto his arm desperately. His words only spurred on more tears.

"Don't talk like that— I'm going to get you outta h—" You were interrupted by a loud slam of the door.

Your veins filled with ice and it wasn't from the cold— it was from fear. The sound of thundering footsteps climbing to stairs had your heart in your throat.

"Get back. Stay quiet Father." You whispered frantically, scooting away from the cell door to hide.

The footsteps grew louder and louder, your breaths getting thinner as the thundering echoed louder within the stoned space.

Cowering in your spot, you listened as the footsteps stopped— like they were listening out for you. You could make out their shadow from the torch, their bulky frame as they stood there— waiting for a single sound to alert them of your presence. You watched the shadow glanced around, until they started to leave. You weren't even sure you were breathing by now— trying to keep so silent.

As the shadow creeped away, you slowly and quietly let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding. You relaxed against the stone wall and peaked around the corner— needing to make sure your Father was okay.

As you turned into the beam of light from the torch, you weren't expecting to look straight into the eyes of a man.

You screamed, falling backwards until the man shot his hand out— grabbing you by the collar of your coat and throwing you towards the cell door. You landed hard onto the stone, your hands and knees aching from the fall.

"(Y/n)! No— run!" Your Father shouted hoarsely, hands gripping the bars.

You glanced to the stairs, and despite your overwhelming fear at the sight of this man stalking towards you— you stood your ground. Standing in front of your Father's door protectively, you huffed your chest in false confidence. You were terrified— but you wouldn't let it show.

"(Y/n) what are you doing?" Your Father asked worried, feeling helpless stuck behind this door— unable to help his own daughter.

The man stepped forward with booming steps, and you could see the snarl he had on his lips. The way his eyes were almost red with anger, his hands were balled into fists. That was when you noticed one of his arms was robotic looking, the metal stained a dark crimson. The sight made you shiver with fear, knowing your blood would soon be added to the metals collection.

"What are you doing here?" The deep voice questioned, and you had to hold in the gasp that threatened to leave your lips at the intimidating sound.

You took a deep breath, still holding your ground— but the closer he approached the more you felt yourself shrink back in fear.

"Who are you?" You breathed out, noticing just how large this man was— his clothes were torn. Muscles peaking through the gaps in his clothes.

He walked closer until he was at a close distance, not enough to be touching you— but enough to be towering over you. That's when he stopped and just glared down at you, tilting his head with dark eyes.

"I'm the master of this castle." He replied lowly, the sound barely making to your ears.

So someone did live here.

You ignored your wrongful place of coming into this man's home— but he held your Father captive. He was sick and needed help— this was personal and you were going to fight to get him out.

You swallowed nervously, taking a cautious step back— one that he had noticed. His eyes darkened at your retreating form.

"I- I've come for my Father. I don't mean any trouble! Please let him out— can't you see he's sick?" You pleaded with him, trying to keep your voice strong— but your emotions leaked into your words.

"He shouldn't have trespassed here!" He boomed, making you flinch back from the loudness.

You felt tears building in your eyes again, and wished them away as you didn't want to seem weak in front of this man— knowing he'd use your weakness against you.

"He'll die! Please!" You asked him again, a feeling buried deep in your gut knowing both of you weren't making it out of here. "I'll do anything!"

Your offer had the man silent for a second, before he turned away— clearly lost in thought of what to do with you.

"There's nothing you can do. He trespassed— he's my prisoner." The man explained, running his metal hand through his hair.

You watched the torch light bounce off his arm, the flash of light passing through your eyes and it was only then you came up with an idea. One that your Father wouldn't be happy about— but he was sick and needed help. You really would do anything for him, you loved him.

"What if... what if you take me instead?" You asked nervously.

The man stopped his slight pacing, turning towards you with a dark unreadable expression. He looked you up and down like he had never seen such a soul in his life.

"You would take his place?" He asked wearily.

You lowered your eyes to the floor, trying to hide the tears that were now rolling down your cheeks. You knew they'd be glistening from the torch's light.

"If I did, would you let my Father go?" You asked, making sure your Father would be protected.

The man responded quick without hesitation, clearly interested in your strength— your bravery to stay here instead of your Father.

"Yes." He told you, and you let out a breath of relief. "On one condition— you must promise to stay here forever."

His words had you freezing up for a moment. You'd be sacrificing your life for your Father— which wasn't the issue. You'd do it any day for him. It was the fact you'd never see him again. The realization had your heart cracking, pieces scattered amongst your rib cage.

The man watched your face fall, the light slowly vanish from your eyes.

"(Y/n)— I can't let you do this!" Your Father pleaded with you before he broke out into another coughing fit, this time his hand covered in his blood. There was no time.

"You have my word." You finally said to him.

"Done!" The man boomed, pushing you to the side and opening the door to your Father cell.

You fell to the floor, covering your face with your hands as you sobbed quietly. In the background, you could make out two pairs of feet shuffling towards you, and thats when you lifted your head. Your eyes meeting with your Father's concerned ones. You wasted no time and threw yourself into his arms, the way his whole body was as cold as ice. You squeezed him tight— forcing yourself to remember his comforting scent of pine and the wood shop back home.

"(Y/n) please don't do this! You deserve to live a life— not be stuck here!" He tried to change your mind, but this was all for him.

You weren't going to change your mind if your Father's life depended on it. Your Father let out a cry, knowing his daughter was stubborn— selfless. He knew there was no changing your mind— he just wished he could.

The man grabbed your father by his coat, dragging him to the stairs. You let go of him as you didn't want to struggle and put your Father in danger.

"I love you Father— please don't forget about me!" You cried, reaching your hands out to him.

You listened as their footsteps retreated, and soon you could only hear the muffled sound of a horse carriage riding away. You stared blankly at the stone floor, trying to wake up from this nightmare— this couldn’t be real, no.

The man traveled back up the steps, stopping just enough where he could see your crumpled form. You hadn’t noticed his presence, and that was his chance to really get a good look at you.

You obviously were defeated, body sagging in sorrow that your Father was gone. But he could see your chest rising and falling quickly— either from anger or panic. He wish things didn’t have to be like this, but he had no choice in the matter. Plus— maybe you could finally help break the curse. The curse that had him transforming into a monster— The Winter Soldier.

Your soft cries brought him back to the moment, and he couldn’t ignore the way his heart twinged at the sad sound. He had no right to be upset— this was his doing. He knew that.

He finally stepped further into the space, making his steps known. You quieted down immediately and tried to wipe your face of the tears.

“Your Father is gone. It’s just you and me here.” He stated, keeping his voice emotionless.

You sniffled and weakly nodded your head, keeping your eyes pointed downwards. You hated this man— you fucking hated him.

~

It had been half a day, and in that time the man who’s name you found out was Bucky— allowed you to wander around the castle. But it was a strict rule that you didn’t go outside. Only viewing the outside world through the stained glass windows. He also prohibited you from going into his section of the castle.

Another strict rule was that he was not to be bothered after midnight. He said it would be dangerous for me to interact with him during that time— and if that didn’t sound terrifying, I don’t know what did. You agreed quickly not to disturb him— seeing as you were already afraid of this man. He was only adding onto the list why.

You noticed quickly that this man kept to himself, rarely visiting you— or seeking you out. You wondered if you could try to escape. It had been burning at the front of your mind since he sent your Father away.

You waited until he came and said goodnight— that’s when you started planning your escape.

Bucky announced that he was heading to his quarters, and you played your role with expertise, faking a loud yawn as you melted into the flimsy mattress. He shook his head, knowing deep down you were up to something.

You waited about two hours before you started wandering the castle. The castle doors were easy to find, but you knew you’d be in trouble. Outside it was still deathly cold. You didn’t know where Fury was— that thought had your heart aching. You hoped he was okay. He was such a loyal horse, helping you through the toughest times. Other than your Father— you had Fury.

You either took your chances outside in the cold— or stayed a prisoner here forever.

You knew you’d rather die trying than stay still— besides, your Father needed you. He was sick, and the fact that you didn’t know if he had gotten help— was killing you. You needed to see him well for your own eyes.

You had grabbed your coat, along with your still slightly damp boots. Before you could go through with your plan, you heard a thud coming from up the stairs. The section of the castle that you were not to go in. Of course— your curiosity won. This castle was so intricate and you wouldn’t be satisfied if you hadn’t seen every corner of it. You knew it was dumb, but you could investigate as a ghost.

The further you walked down the hall, you realized you couldn’t hear the thuds anymore. It was eerily silent— the cold wind seeping through the tiny cracks in the stone.

Suddenly a bright pink light flashed from the end of the hallway, almost beckoning you to come closer.

Peeking through the cracked door, you saw the room empty. Everything was dull, lifeless— torn to shreds besides one thing.

Your eyes widened— never having seen such beauty. It was pulling you into a trance, and you didn’t want to look away.

There was a tall stone table, on top a caged rose in glass. It was glowing pink, the glass almost keeping some kind of magic trapped inside. You raised your hand slowly, tapping the glass for a reaction. After none, you lifted the glass cage, the rose now exposed fully. The pink seemed to glow brighter now that it was freed from the glass.

We’re the same. You thought about the rose.

Your eyes drifted down the stem of the rose, taking notice of all the withered up petals that had fallen from the flower. It was beautiful— but pulled at your heart for some reason.

The slightest noise from the rose had you snapping your attention on it— watching a petal shake before detaching and floating to the bottom. Another withered petal to add to the graveyard.

You were so focused on the rose, you didn’t notice the presence in the room with you. Suddenly the glass cage was ripped from your hands, slammed back over the rose.

You yelped and jumped back, watching Bucky hug the glass cage in a protective stance— watching him turn to you. His eyes were almost red with anger, and you swallowed out of nervousness.

“I thought I told you to stay out of this section.” He pointed out, his voice low— laced with venom.

You started backing away slowly, knowing it was your fault for angering him. You were the one who didn’t listen.

“I’m sorry… I just wanted to see—”

“You’re sorry? But you are standing in the section I remember telling you not to be in.” He scolded you, his voice raising.

He released the glass cage now, stalking towards you with a snarl. His metal armed whirred with anger and you were suddenly fearing for your life.

“I’m sorry I didn’t listen— I’ll leave—”

“It’s too late! You shouldn’t of come here!” He growled, kicking away some scattered pieces of furniture— further destroying them.

He stalked further towards you, and every step he took closer to you was another step back you took. His fists were shaking with rage, and suddenly you felt the stone wall at your back. Stopping you from retreating any further.

“I didn’t mean any harm please—”

“GET OUT!” He shouted as he swung and punched through the stone next to your head.

With a scream you flinched away from the punch, the noise deafening in your ears. The rubble dusted your face as your whole body shook with fright. You felt brave and glared at the man who was too close for comfort, his warm breath fanning your face. You didn’t have time to think before your hand came up and slapped him hard across the cheek.

The man stumbled back, not from the strength— because he was much stronger than you. No… he was shocked. Like your hit had snapped him out of a trance.

He could suddenly see the fear in your eyes, the unshed tears that had gathered in your lash line starting trickle down your skin.

Before he could attempt to speak, you took off out of the room. Sprinting as fast as your little legs could manage, not stopping until you were bursting through the main castle doors.

A horse screeched to your left and you felt relief fill your body as Fury came galloping over.

“Fury! Oh— I’m so happy to see you boy!” You hugged him around the neck, quickly climbing on top of him. “Let’s get outta here!”

You took off with Fury, weaving through the snowy forest— the castle long gone behind you. You could almost feel yourself growing excited that you had escaped, ready to be reunited with your Father. But you spoke too soon.

A pack of wolves howling had Fury scared, slowing his sprint to a cautious gallop. You felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand from the threat of wolves.

You spotted one in the middle of the path, causing Fury to stop. You attempted to pet his neck, trying to comfort him— but as you started to see more wolves approaching, surrounding. You knew this wasn’t good.

You didn’t know why, but you couldn’t let Fury get hurt. You wanted to see your Father, but you needed to save Fury first. Suddenly you were sliding off the horse, giving him a smack on the rear— causing Fury to screech and run off. Jumping clear over the wolf, they watched him run away— leaving you in the middle of the pack.

It was a stupid act, because there was no way you were surviving this. It was almost fourteen wolves against one.

One suddenly lunged, biting your coat hood and beginning to drag you away— the others snarling and nipping at your feet.

With a scream for help— to no one, you struggled. Kicking a couple wolves snouts in the process.

Before you could panic any further, you saw a flash of silver and suddenly you saw Bucky fighting off the wolves. Punching them and throwing them away, clearing all the ones off you first. He grabbed the wolf dragging you and threw it further into the woods. You watched in fear and amazement as he fought off all the wolves. The victory was short lived as the wolves started piling up, too many for Bucky to handle. At last, Bucky did a dangerous spin, throwing majority of the wolves off, only one attached to him now.

You stood up and turned to run, not thinking twice about leaving him. But then you heard Bucky cry out— turning you saw the last wolf biting down on his flesh arm drawing blood. Bucky flung the wolf off him, and with a shout— all the wolves scampered away. Leaving Bucky to attempt to catch his breath in the middle of the now crimson covered snow. It was horrifically beautiful.

You watched him sag into the snow, falling to his knees before he glanced up to you. His eyes shining with shame.

Your breath got caught in your throat at the look and found yourself unable to move. He let his eyes roll back into his head before sinking into the snow.

You pulled your coat tighter around you and tried to leave again— him not being your problem anymore. He had imprisoned your Father, and you. He didn’t deserve an act of kindness.

He saved you.

The tiny voice in the back of your mind had you stopping in your tracks again— forcing you to look back at his body buried in the snow. Watching the red liquid leak from his arm, dirtying the white blanket.

You heard galloping approaching and turned to see Fury headed towards you, eyes shining with relief.

“Fury… you shouldn’t of come back. It’s too dangerous.” You spoke to the horse, before looking back at the man.

Fury bumped your back with his nose playfully, and you could almost hear the thoughts coming from the horses head.

“I don’t know why but… we have to save him. He saved me and I don’t know why.” You confessed to Fury, walking up the Bucky. “Ready boy? Let’s get him back.”

~

Bucky felt his limbs thawing, the warmth consuming his body rather than the ice that used to surround him. He found himself swimming in the haze with confusion. The last thing he remembered was fighting off the wolves— saving you. He just couldn’t live with himself that he had scared you, your sweet angelic voice that he had scared away. Moments after you had left he wanted to seek you out, not to drag you back to this castle— but to apologize. He didn’t ask for this life, he was miserable and was just shocked to have found someone so… you.

He let out a moan of discomfort, sitting up in his bed.

Wait… bed?

“How are you feeling?” Your voice asked politely from the fireplace.

That’s where he could see you squeezing out extra water from a cloth, letting the liquid drip into a porcelain bowl.

He wasn’t sure how to react— his instinct was the scream and freak out. He wanted to be angry but found he couldn’t. Besides, he was weak from the fight.

“Fine.” He answered quickly, averting your gaze.

You walked closer to him and you didn’t miss the way he flinched back like he would burn you with his touch. It was more for your sake than his.

“Can I see your arm— don’t want it to get infected.” You asked him, holding out your hand to grab his arm.

He slowly dropped his arm into your hand, watching you focus and dab the area around the wound— avoiding the red angry cuts.

You let the cloth dip into the sensitive area, making him hiss— his face angered.

“Ouch.” He mumbled monotonously, and you had to hide the giggle that wanted to come up.

“Just hold still… almost done.” You assured him, being careful not to hurt him anymore.

He watched with shameful eyes as you cared for him, and he knew he didn’t deserve this at all. But he had gotten lost in your gentle touches, the way he had never been cared for like this. He almost craved it.

“Why… why did you save me? Why didn’t you just run away?” He asked, genuinely curious.

You dropped the cloth back into the bowl, wrapping his arm with some gauze you found lying around. You chewed on your lip, deep in thought.

“You saved me… I couldn’t just leave you to die. Yes— you scared me… but no one deserves to die alone in the cold. Not even you.” You told him, watching his eyes morph into shock.

“You should hate me.” He mumbled, and you had heard.

You finished wrapping his arm and leaned back on your feet, studying his shame sagged shoulders. In this warm glow from the fireplace— he was kinda beautiful. Behind this scary man might just be someone who doesn’t wanna be alone, that you understood.

“I want to— but I can’t seem to.” You whispered, making his eyes widen. “Why did you save me?”

You shot back, mirroring his question.

Bucky looked at you for a moment in silence, gazing at you like you were the most precious thing he’d ever come across. He was shocked that you questioned your worth— you deserved to be saved. Not him.

“I… I felt bad.” He revealed, and your lips curved up into a tiny smirk.

“So you do have a heart after all?” You teased, but still held distaste for the man.

You were somehow warming up to him— and you didn’t know if you wanted that or not.

A/N: after proof reading this— it feels like a rewrite of the original story and i’m not sure how i feel about that. i was trying hard to find a way to do an au of this story, so if it’s not good i apologize 😅❤️‍🩹

[derrickwildsun]

Compiling a list of bad takes that demonstrate the person saying them didn't understand the story.

"Son Goku is a bad dad."

"Belle from Disney's Beauty and the Beast had Stockholm Syndrome."

"Tears of the Kingdom's ending invalidates Zelda's sacrifice, and she should have stayed a dragon (or come back with dragony bits). Also, Zelda is a bitch for yelling at Link one time and then 'stealing' his house."

"Alice in Wonderland is about drugs."

"Shinji Ikari is a wuss."

"Asuka Langley Soryu is an irredeemable bitch."

"Steven Universe should have murdered the Diamonds."

"Rose Quartz was an irredeemable monster."

"Batman is a rich guy who beats up poor people."

"Superman is a boring, overpowered Gary Stu."

"Katara is a bitch."

"Skyler White is a bitch."

"Christine should have ended up with the Phantom at the end of The Phantom of the Opera."

"Snake, not Raiden, should have been the protagonist of Metal Gear Solid 2."

"Gohan was wasted potential."

"Krillin is a loser."

"Tidus from Final Fantasy X is a wuss, and Auron should have been the main character."

"Catra should have died as punishment for her transgressions."

Feel free to add any other bad media illiteracy takes in the replies/reblogs.

[scourgeofgotham]

Beauty and The Beast

chapter two

Warnings: SMUT 18+

Graphic Sexual Content, Crying, Unresolved Trauma, M! Receiving Oral, Face-Fucking, Degradation, Boot Humping, Dom/Sub, Slapping, Praise! Kink, Begging, DD/LG, Mentions of Breeding, Stockholm Syndrome(develops), Mentions of Underage Sex, Mentions of Rape, Non-Con, Mentions of self-mutilation

A/N:

Jason is 19, the reader is 18. Jason’s thoughts are in bold italic and the readers are in bold.

Past is in italic

She got lured out by a masked villian named the Arkham Knight,

“If you want to find out what happened to Robin, meet me on top of R.H. Kane.

Wear the Batgirl uniform.”

The first time they ever kissed was on their first date, she couldn’t contain the happiness any longer and grabbed his face and kissed him. He looked so shocked but there was a small smile that crept up on his face. It was two weeks after they met, they were out just getting pizza and she was practically all over him. Her bad boy, all hers.

The first night he was wearing the Robin costume was the night she realized how much she loved him. Three months later Bruce made Jason his ward. Their rooms were right next to each other and they made a hole in between bedside tables, so they could go into each other's rooms without Bruce or Alfred finding out. They would swap what bed they would sleep together in, he would poke fun at her Care Bears and her dolphin pillow pet. They were absolute lovebirds, he loved the attention. She loved getting to love someone and for someone to care for her. Both of their parents were monsters. They had no one, and when they met Bruce they finally had a family. The good girl and her bad boy. Belle and the Beast. Canary and Jaybird. Violet and Crimson. The First Daughter and The Second Son. The Bat and the Knight. Batgirl and Robin.

They were unstoppable, two teenagers in love fighting crime. Just like Dick and Barbara. They never left each other's side, all they wanted was to be with each other. She started ditching school to be with him at his school. Bruce ultimately had to pull her out of school. Little did he know she was going to see his newly adopted son at his school and sit in the library giving him handjobs while helping him with his homework.

“Awww do you want me to stay right here Peanut?” God she looks so pretty crying and all needy, I want to take off my helmet and kiss her all over.

She looks up at him, crying from how big his dick is, and how she wishes he was her Robin. She was grinding on his boot so hard it made her whole body shake. She loved how he was making her feel.

If I don't escape soon… this is torturing me.

“Such a good little slut, are you about to cum all over my boot?” Brings her back to reality. She looked up at the Knight and nodded, mouth still full with his cock. “Wait for Daddy.” He snickered, using the accidental pet name from earlier. She started blushing and getting all embarrassed again. He started moving his foot back and forth against her clit, “Feel good Peanut?” She nodded in response, wanting to please him.

“C'mon Belle, you gotta milk Daddy's cock in order to cum.”

Belle?

She pulled him out of her mouth and started focusing on his tip, sucking on the head and then swirling her tongue around in motions in between. Jason always told her to focus on the head and use her hands for his shaft.

“Good girl Belle, you want Daddy to cum huh?” She looked up at him and nodded her head. “Such a little whore, trying to make your kidnapper cum, what would Batman think?” She could feel him twitching in her mouth, so she picked up the pace so she could be done and over with it already.

“You know Daddy is about to cum huh? You wanna cum so bad, don’t you princess? Are you sure you don’t want me to fuck that tight little pussy after?”

She contemplated, she did want it. She was aching for it, and the thought of her being fucked by a mysterious man made her even more aroused, getting cockdrunk. Except, if she accepted it then she wouldn't be Jason’s princess anymore, and she wouldn’t be pure. She spent countless nights horny, wanting to feel and touch her Jaybird, wanting him to come back from the dead and make her feel good. She wanted the Knight to decide for her, she would complain if he did fuck her, and would if he didn't.

I wanna see his face…

Her heart and her pussy said yes, but her brain kept telling her no.

“C'mon Belle, you have to decide. Daddy can make you feel all good, and he can breed that princess cunt too. He can help take all of your worries away, you won't have to fight anymore, and Daddy will take care of you. You'll be mine, princess.” Upon hearing all of that from the Knight, she came all over his boot and ultimately decided that she wanted him to fuck her. The Knight grabbed her hair and shoved his cock in deeper, cumming in her mouth. “I want every drop swallowed.” She swallowed immediately, opening her mouth and showing. “Good girl.” he praised, he touched her face rubbing her cheek. He picked her up and placed her on the bed, which she didn't realize until now had a Care Bear on it. “Your little Robin told me how much you love your Care Bears and since I'm never gonna let you go I stole it from your bedroom.” The Knight mocked.

He's been in my room?

“W-What?” she was terrified, and her whole body started shaking. “Why do you want me?” She put the emphasis on me.

“I thought you would be a great slave for me.” he chimed. He grabbed the same knife as before and started cutting the rest of the Batgirl suit, starting from the top of the crotch up to her neck. Once he got the top cut off he worked on getting her out. When she was fully out she started trying to run away from him, and immediately got pulled back by the Knight. He slapped her and held her down at her wrists. “Stop trying to run, you can't.”

Seeing her in her bra and her pretty little panties, she had a yellow sports bra on, and a tiny pair of cheeky panties with little yellow daisies all over, with an embroidered daisy on the front. “Oh, Belle. I didn't know that these were this pretty or else I would have gotten you out of that suit a long time ago.” He was enamored, staring at the tiny piece of fabric that was soaking wet. Her panties couldn't hold anymore and all of her arousal was trickling down her thighs. “You're soaked, Belle.” Seeing how wet she was for him got him rock-hard. “Too bad you won’t be needing underwear anymore.” he snickered. He let go of her wrists and put his knee on her stomach making sure she couldn't try an escape again. He started taking off her bra and as soon as it was up high enough her large breasts fell out. “Look at those pretty tits, so big and perky.” He threw the bra across the room and started groping her breasts. He moved on and got off of her and held her down with his hand on his stomach. He pulled off the panties slowly wanting to make her squirm. Her whole face was bright red. He took them off after what felt like hours and stuffed them in his pocket.

He started looking at her body and was eyeing her waist and saw scars littered across her skin. He then looked at the rest of her body and saw that her whole body was covered in self-inflicted wounds. “Oh, Belle. Why would you do this to yourself?” he asked, his voice modulator covering up how sad he was seeing his princess covered in scars. She tried covering up her body feeling embarrassed and ashamed. “It's my fault he's dead. I deserve to be in pain, I deserve to be punished.” She started crying, putting her hands up to her face to cover her tears. He moved her hands to uncover and looked at her. “It's not your fault Belle.”

“You don't have to do any of that to your body anymore, you won’t be allowed to have sharp objects under my watch. I'm gonna make you feel amazing and get you all cockdrunk. What do you say, Princess? You wanna thank Daddy for rescuing you from Bruce? So you can be Daddy’s little slave forever and never have to go outside again? I can bring you everything you want and need.”

Bruce?

[talesfromthecrypts]

Believe it or not, saying “Romeo and Juliet is just about horny teenagers ruining things” or “Beauty and the Beast is Stockholm syndrome” is also bad media literacy!

[mk-writes-stuff]

Out of Context WIP Poll

Rules: make a poll of your WIPs explained badly and see which one people would be most interested in

Thanks @somethingclevermahogony for the tag! I’ve already done this one, so this time I’m going to do it for some old finished and/or abandoned WIPs. These aren’t ones I plan on going back to but it’s fun to look back :)

I hope these are mildly interesting lol. Most of them aren’t good but I don’t think any of them have bad concepts.

@vyuntspakhkite-l-darling @sunset-a-story @autism-purgatory I don’t think I’ve seen you do this one yet?

[mayullla]

Title: Rose Garden

[ - Cottage (fem!reader) + Rose (yandere) + Garra (Naruto) + Tea (beauty and the beast au) - ] Anon's ask

Summary: You made a deal with the beast that in exchange for your father's release from prison you will be the one to stay.

Additional warnings/tags: fairytale au, death to multiple characters, dark themes, beauty and the beast has stockholm syndrome in the story with a violent ml, not a "good" ending

[ - Fairytale Picnic Event - closed - ]

Such a cruel thing for faith to do trapped alone in a castle... you lived with a monster as his prisoner.

Or maybe it was not? When you choose to come here in exchange for your father who stole a rose from the rose garden. The monster was horrible and cruel to him trapping your father in a small tiny cage alone left to rot.

He would have died if he was left there... with tears in your eyes you begged for his release. But the monster would not let him go, so in exchange for your father's life, you choose to sacrifice yourself and your life. Your father begged you not to do so, told you that it was a horrible decision but the deal was already made as the monster dragged him away from your arms out of the castle.

He didn't hurt you... at least not really, so close when he screamed death threats at you when you wanted to get away. You were not allowed to run away but now that your father was gone and safe you tried to.

But he was watching you. Multiple of times you tried to leave only to be caught by the monster.

One way or another you found out his name, Gaara. He wasn't human no matter how you looked at him. He was a monster made out of sand with ears and tail.

He had a hard time showing affection or kindness through speech but in the end, he let you out of the prison where your father was once locked.

That had to be counted for something you thought.

So long as you don't run away you were actually free to do whatever you want, and when you didn't plot your escape you looked around the castle towers curious about what each room held. He let you do as you please, he didn't get angry tho there would be a warning glare every so often.

You don't know how it happened or what cause you to say it, but after a few days of bumping him in the corridors and gardens, you asked him if he could join you for lunch. The weird look that he gave soon turned into a glare as he told you not to get any funny ideas.

You told him you didn't which surprised him, and after an awkward lunch, you left wondering if he was really that bad. Not that you have a choice either way when he started to join your meal times whether you liked it or not.

He was a weird monster you genuinely thought when he constantly stared at you while you were eating. While you were nervous the first time you started to grow used to it and sometimes choose to stare back.

It was a slow thing really, something that neither you nor he realized when you started to talk with each other more and more often. Mostly the books in the library would be your only topic but with how many books there were in the library you were sure it would be a while before you run out of topics.

You didn't love him, not really but you were starting to become a little comfortable around him. Sometimes you would throw jokes at him that he would not understand, but he was quiet he wasn't angry as he watched you laugh or smile at your own joke.

The more time you spent with him, the more you smiled as you walked around the gardens or help each other with searching for an interesting book. You never thought you would have a reading buddy, you didn't think he would be interested in books, but seeing him read right beside you made you understand that your thoughts that he was nothing but a monster was… wrong.

That was your first mistake.

Even as you started to have a lovely time here you started to miss your home. Homesickness made you yearn for your home yet unable to reach and when it was particularly painful that one night unable to sleep you left your bed to the garden.

You didn't think you would see a familiar face that night hiding in the bushes calling to you. Your father and friends. Shock you were you told them to return even as tears fell from your eyes but they refuse to do so unless you were coming with them. You decided to hope.

That was your second mistake.

You were so close to running away, with your father and friends... so close.

Who would have thought that he was watching you, always awake and looking to see what you would do? You begged him to let them go, the shock when he ripped your friend's arm out and how your friend screamed in agony will forever stay in your mind the corps of your father and friends on the floor dead.

You belonged to him the moment you signed your life in exchange for your father’s. And Gaara would make sure of it as he pushed you into your room locking the door so that you would not be able to leave. You can never escape.

[sprout-fics]

I really appreciate that in your dark romance storyline with König it’s not confused with abuse. I feel like so many people confuse the dark romance trope with just straight up abusive situations and it’s rather upsetting, you do a very good job of allowing that dark and mysterious kinda forbidden attraction without harming Maus and you should be proud of that. To me dark romance is about the morality of if you should be attracted to someone, not the mortality of manipulation and harm. The way you write him in this story is mysterious, mischievous, dangerous and enticing, while still keeping him a caring and empathetic guy. I appreciate that a lot.

Oh this ask makes me happy. I had to take some time to figure out a proper answer to this but!

This is something I've tried very hard to accomplish with Little Maus. I've read a lot of 'Beauty and the Beast', Stockholm syndrome, and 'dark romances' during my years, and one thing that always rubs me the wrong way is when the dark romance love interest is manipulative, and takes agency away from the hero. You're right, so much of that runs into abusive/manipulative territory, and it is definitely not the model for a healthy relationship at all.

My favorite trope will always be when the dark, scary, handsome villain offers their hand through the smoke and flames to the hero, and tells them "Join me." In that seductive, sumptuous purr. Then the hero chooses to go willingly, but doesn't sacrifice their morals or friends, and instead surrenders as a tactic for victory, and then emerges at the end hand in hand with the villain. That trope is my ultimate favorite and I try so hard to embody it in Little Maus.

It's the defiant act of loving the villain, but also as the author there's a responsibility to make sure that the villain either properly atones for whatever grievances they've done, is punished for them, or is redeemable enough to eventually play good with the good guys.

Yes, König has injured Maus's friends, he abducted her too, but these were matters of circumstance. They are, in fact, enemies, which is part of the reason the story is so compelling. There's things that can't be done inside this story to keep it from verging too dangerously into this realm of 'Bad Dark Romance'. König never hurts Maus purposefully, he never kills her friends, he finds ways to keep her trust despite their opposing circumstances. Without these invisible rules, König becomes less of a love interest and more of an irredeemable villain. So the conflict becomes not falling in love with a man who poses imminent harm to the main character, but falling in love with a man who is still somehow good, if not scary and dangerous and mysterious. You are completely right, it's the morality of falling in love with an enemy, not an abuser.

[prurjent]

Yandere Armin

Contains~ Stockholm syndrome, manipulating, gaslighting, fem receivingc male receiving. Slight praising. Kitchen sex.

In honor of my summer break starting}

Backstory ~ y/n was kidnapped by her neighbor Armin Arlert, who developed a crush on her. Due to y/n not noticing Armins feelings, he decided to take away everything she loved till she felt the same.

Over the 4 months y/n was held captive by Armin, he would slowly tease her, but he would not rape her he had morals (ironic) so therefore he gave her sympathy till she fell in love and begged for him.

➳ begin

You sat on the queen size bed in your room staring out the window, looking out onto the ranch. From here you can see the whole farm and all the animals. As you stare out the window you could see Armin in the chicken coop running from the chickens as he had a basket in his hand.

You let out a small laugh to which you slightly regret. It’s been 4 months since armins taken you and he hasn’t even touched you. You gave up on escaping, they all resulted in you begging for Armin to help you.

You were confused it was like he wasn’t stopping you to leave. Every time you got hurt trying to escape you’d cry out and armin would patch you up and cater to you. Even though he kidnapped you it doesn’t even seem as tho, he brings you home cooked meals and gets stuff from the store in the next town for you.

You couldn’t help but start to fall for him, along with him being extremely attractive and good with his words. You picked up your book, it a basically a more complex version to the Disney movie, ‘beauty and the beast’. It was your favorite princess movie.

“You hungry? I made dinner , and I’ll be doing the laundry.” He said before his footsteps faded. You got up and showered before taking your book and going downstairs to see Armin at the table eating his food quietly. You sat at the table and ate while reading. In the book you notice the similarities between the beast and armin both caring people in they own twisted ways.

“Armin” you spoke looking at your half eaten plate, when you heard him hum you continued. “How, come you are being so nice to me?”

Armin raised and eyebrow, “why? Do you want me to be mean to you?”

“No. It’s just that you’re keeping me here-”

Armin leaned forward and wiped his mouth. “I’m not keeping you here.”

“Yes you are”

“No. I’m not” Armin raised his voice a bit. “You can leave whenever you want. I won’t stop you.” He said his blue eyes getting dark. “But it always ends with you crawling back to me and I care for you because I love you.”

“You love me?”

“Yes I love you. Why do you think I brought you here? I brought you here to protect you from the dangers of the world, y/n. There were bad people out there planning to hurt you. If you think about it I saved you.”

You looked up into armins eyes to see he was being sincere. “You were. I’m sorry, For being rude” you spoke.

Armin sighed. “It’s fine just go to your room while I clean up.” He began to get up.

“No let me wash the dishes.” You got up and grabbed his plate. Armin just watched you but didn’t complain as he went upstairs to shower. “Stupid.” You mentally cursed at yourself.

You’re heart was telling you that he was being honest, while your head was telling you he is lying. But when you think more into, Armin was always there when you need him before. When you got fired from your job, and helped you pay your bills and get you a new job. He was there when your fiancé left you for someone new.

He was always there

Without noticing, Armin came back downstairs and placed his hands over yours to stop you from almost cutting yourself while cleaning the knife. “Are you okay?” He asked.

“Yea, I’m fine.” You felt your heart racing, as you looked up to see him with a white towel around his waist water dripping from his hair, and a blonde happy trail. “Uh, Armin.”

Armin cut you off by grabbing your chin and lifting it up, your eyes met and you basically melted looking into his arms. ‘𝐼 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢’ those words repeated in your head.

Without hesitate you leaned up and placed your lips onto his, shockinghim slightly before he gripped your waist. You weren’t sure about your feelings yet but you knew one thing. You felt a desire for Armin.

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“Shit.” Armin moaned out softly as he gripped the counter behind him, his knuckles turning red. His plump bottom lip was enclosed between his teeth as he had his other hand over his eyes, with his head thrown back facing the roof. “Y/n”

You pulled away from armin’s his length twitching in your hand as you palmed him, jerking him. You kneeled forward placing a kiss on his v-line, causing a shiver to run up his back. His hand that was over his face fell down and gripped your hair, shoving his cock back in your mouth. He pushed your head onto him till your nose made contact with his abdomen and you were gagging, tears ran down your face, as you used your free hand to massage his balls.

Armin pulled you off as he looked down and licked his lips at the sight of your saliva connecting from your lips to his tip. Some of your saliva was dripping down the sides of your lips onto your plump breast. “You look so beautiful.” He spoke lifting you up and placing a hand on your cheek and pulling you into a kiss.

Armin lifted you up by the back of your legs setting you on the counter and his hands went under your sundress. “Armin..” you moaned into the kiss

“You know I would never hurt you right?” He spoke as he pulled from kiss looking at you, you nodded and he flashed a pearly white smiled before he leaned down and kissed your neck.

You felt tingles in your stomach, as your body temperature was rising. Armins slender fingers pulled your panties to the side before gliding up your wet clit. You moaned out, your hand flying up and gripped his shoulder. It’s been so long since you’ve lasted been touched.

His long finger slid into you with ease as you buried your face into his shoulder. Your other hand holding you steady on the counter. “Will you let me?”

“What?” You breathed out heavy as he pulled his fingers from your entrance causing you to whine only for him to stick his fingers into your mouth.

“Will you let me, please you.” He asked politely, you nodded as you continued to suck on his fingers, your tongue swirling around, collecting your juices that was lavished on his fingers before he pulled his hand from you and got on his knees.

Armin lifted your right leg up and kissed along your thigh, teasing you. “Armin.” You whined out, wanting more, he smirked at how impatient you were being and flipped your dress up. He blew on your clit causing you to moan before he glided his tongue along your entrance.

Your free hand gripped his hair as he handed his finger into you. Your nails digging in his scalp. Y you felt his fingers pump in and out of you along with his tongue. Armin felt your walls closing down on his fingers. He knew you’d be sensitive since it’s been a while since you had any pleasure. Before you could cum he pulled away.

“Will you leave me, y/n?” He asked in the most innocent voice he could muster. “If you leave, I’ll be alone, and sad, heartbroken.” He whispered placing kisses on your entrance after every word. “Do you want me to be alone?”

You looked at his doe liked blue eyes along with his wet pouty pink lips. You bit your lip as you shook your head no. “Good” he stood up still pumping his fingers in and out of you. He gripped your throat with his free hand, pulling you into a kiss “cum y/n” he ordered squeezing your neck.

As on command your toes curled and your back arched with your legs shaking. As you came on his fingers, “good girl.” He kissed your forehead.

❅part two

[eveenstar]

Hello! I do hope this isn't intruding but I'd like to request a EJ dating head cannon? I've read your others and love that their not ooc. If you have time of course! < 3

Hello dear! I'm so glad you like my headcanons <3 Did you know you were my 1,000 follower? Just a little fun fact that I noticed and made my day. Hope I didn't disappoint with these, enjoy! ♡

Dating Eyeless Jack | Headcanons

TW: soft gore, Stockholm Syndrome, mentions of force feeding (sort of? Only once). This entire post is just weird

Sheeesh. Very long and dramatic shesh. I could do a Buzzfeed Paranormal episode out of this, or a really bad comedy movie. A cryptic and a human dating? I'm getting a deja vu.

'Eyeless' Jack is a monstrosity of a being. He might appear human over all those layers of clothes and his mask, but don't be fooled (and DON'T approach him!), he's more animal than human. His brain is 60% beast and 40% human, so I am actually not that surprised he has some sort of feelings for you.

Being considered a cryptic, Jack is a very lone and territorial creature. His mind is often foggy, cracks and flashes of who he once was spread around like papers in a messy office. It's not often when he goes out in the daylight, especially human habitats - however like I said, he is still 40% human and sometimes Jack gets weird episodes where he finds himself lingering around parks or stores. He feels like he's dreaming more than anything.

That's how he found you. A simple human minding their own business at the park - and I'm not kidding, what attracted him to you was your beauty. Jack is a curious creature, your looks merely got him trailing after you with rapid throughts.

Please, don't think his curiosity equals a puppy's curiosity. It might look like it, by the way he circles you and tilts his head whenever you do something he finds odd but Jack's curiosity reaches morbid limits. He doesn't understand humans - I mean, he knows they have everything handled to them easy, and that they work in groups. But actual details? His knowledge of humans is the same as our knowledge of the ocean.

With that said, once you're within his grasp, Jack won't let go of you. You remind him of someone he once knew, a long time ago, and that's probably the only reason he hasn't killed you yet.

Also with "within his grasp" I mean, he kidnapped you from your house and took you to his dent - a small cave system hidden away deep in the woods, covered by moss and vines. It used to be a mine, but like I said, that was a long time ago. There was no way you'd possibly want to go willingly.

Jack doesn't talk despite being able to. He has a voice, he has some words memorised in his brain, such as 'food' and 'hurt'. He doesn't talk because he doesn't remember how to, the closest you'll get are his growls and hisses.

What happened to him in 1943 was...an incident. It shaped Jack into who he is today, 78 years later. But you will never know that, no matter how long into the relationship you both are. Jack will never tell you, nor there is anything laying around good enough to tell you what happened.

Even if you do somehow find out, I beg you to never mention WW2 to him, or anything that could be related to his past. It will send Jack into a spiral of episodes and worst case scenario you end up as his next meal.

Anyways, back to his curiosity. It's a bit tricky how you're going to eat - Jack will give you his food, consisting of organs, and he'll probably force you to eat it in the beginning. However after some time he'll hunt an animal and bring it to you. There's a small campfire inside his cave so you can use it for cooking.

His body adapts to the weather. It keeps him cool during summer and warm during winter. That honestly might be the only good thing about him, if you ever get to cuddle him.

Speaking of cuddles! You'd have to introduce the concept but I doubt Jack would like it. He's very weird about being touched despite being constantly touching you - but he never actually holds you close. However, you'll get to see Jack without his mask. He really doesn't use it much inside his den.

I'm not calling him ugly but he's also not the prettiest sight to look at. Jack's empty eye sockets are painful to see, especially when he has that black goo leaking from them - it doesn't happen constantly, it's sorta like a bleeding nose, but when he does...Or how his cheek bones are incredibly skeleton like. Maybe his sharp like a knifes tip teeth are enough to scare you down?

For this, Jack is a unique cryptic. He looks both human and a monster, unlike Laughing Jack or Jason the Toymaker. His body easily presents as a human male in his 20s except for the claw like nails. It's probably the only thing left of him that shows he was a human once.

Speaking of other creepypasta's! Jack's hideout is too deep into the woods for any other pasta to come around. You might see SlenderMan, who has a fond curiosity of Jack and has reached a point where there was an actual confrontation (which could've easily killed Jack), but he doesn't care about you, surprisingly.

Sometimes, old Jack comes around and it's so weird when it happens. He tries to act human around you by doing simple gestures, but it always ends up in Jack isolating himself like a wounded animal. It's clear how he's still suffering.

There's a locked box somewhere in the cave. You can try to open it but there's not much inside besides a letter ripped to pieces and an old picture dated '1938' of three people, one resembling Jack and another one surprisingly similar to you, like a long lost twin. You can try to read the letter but it's not written in English so unless you know German, good luck.

A little fun fact; Jack will draw you on the walls. It's not over the top art but it's something. It's like a hobby? You're probably the only thing he draws.

Also, Jack is not a light sleeper. He flinches a lot and makes very soft snores - also moves a lot in his sleep, but always ends up curled up in a ball. Good luck getting some sleep unless you decide to hold him, that might be the only occasion you get to do it and he has no issue with it.

Still, being in a relationship with him is both sad and terrifying. You can see through visible actions, like how sensitive to noise he is, that there is still a human inside Jack, battling whatever has become of him now. Some days it gets worse, Jack exiles himself to the depths of the old mine for days and the only thing you'll hear that tells you he's still alive are the screams and growls. As much as it might pain you to hear it, don't approach him unless you wanna turn this into a kill or be killed situation.

Okay, from all this, you might be convinced Jack is the worst to date but despite all, he still has his 'soft' moments. He's not a beast, not completely. He sees humans gifting their special ones flowers or things they enjoy and tries to do the same for you - small flowers he found through the woods, or clothes/objects from his victims.

Jack will never let anything harm you. There is a high chance he'll fight a bear if you're out hunting with him and just so find yourselves face to face with a larger predator.

To end this with a cherry on top; Jack is a special yet sad case. He's messed up and he knows this. He still tries to be human but all those memories come back flooding to him and it's overwhelming. I can see him letting you go at some point, the 1940s Jack inside him wants you to live the life that was taken from him.

Honestly I wanted to delete this and start over because I didn't like how it turned out lol

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

[gay-ghostwriter]

What Your Favorite Disney Prince Says About You

Florian (Snow White)- You're just saying this because you know nobody else will. You probably liked OUAT, since that's the only time this man got to be an actual character.

Charming (Cinderella)- You have the personality of wet cardboard, and you probably have a pinterest board where you plan for your wedding to a man you haven't met.

Philip (Sleeping Beauty)- Slightly more interesting than Prince Charming, you want more out of a potential partner other than him having a pulse. You like to dance to your favorite songs when no one's watching.

Eric (The Little Mermaid)- You have one specific hobby or interest that consumes your life, and you dream about finding a partner who shares that interest, or will listen to you talk about it endlessly. You really liked the live action movie.

Adam/The Beast (Beauty & The Beast)- You are a furry and/or monsterfucker, and you probably have a thing for yanderes. You're really sick of people saying this movie is about Stockholm syndrome.

Aladdin (Aladdin)- You're really into "opposites attract" and ships where the tension doesn't just come from the characters hating each other. You're probably a cat person and willing to do something illegal if you think you can get away with it.

John Smith (Pocahontas)- No

Li Shang (Mulan)- You stan a bisexual legend and men who drink their respect women juice. Out of everyone on this list you have the highest chance of not being straight. (Except for The Beast).

Naveen (The Princess & The Frog)- You constantly flip flop between wanting a rich man to wine and dine you, and wanting a house husband who will be there for you when you get home from work.

Flynn Rider (Tangled)- You're really into bad boys who are secretly nice, and are probably a horse girl (gender neutral). You like your men a little bit pathetic and a little untrustworthy.

Kristoff (Frozen)- You want a man who is thicc, good with animals, and not afraid to tell you when you're being crazy. You unironically loved "Lost In The Woods".

[planetsteddie]

can you do headcanons for yandere klaus mikaelson (tvd)

ꪗꪖꪀᦔꫀ᥅ꫀ!ᛕꪶꪖꪊᦓ ꪑ꠸ᛕꪖꫀꪶᦓꪮꪀ ꫝꫀꪖᦔᥴꪖꪀꪮꪀᦓ☾

pairing(s): yandere!klaus mikaelson x reader

summary: literally yandere headcanons

WARNING(S)!!!: obsession, kidnapping, locking the reader up in a cell, compulsion, manipulating, and maybe daggering (you'll see what i mean)

it might be a little short

(ok beware i've never written headcanons before so this is just what i think and it might not be very yandere so give me some tips on what i can do to make it better)

i hope you like it

thank you for the request anon

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(this is during the ritual thingy)

ok i feel like klaus would have been watching you while you were in school

when he was body hopping in alaric

like he would personally watch you

klaus is most definitely edward cullen number two with watching you sleep

when i tell you this man will stay up and even go as far as to lay in bed with you

this man wanted to know everything there was possible about you

and him being him got his way

sometimes when he's in your room he would take things from your childhood

he definitely ended up kidnapping you before or after or during the ritual somehow

you would wake up in a room full of portraits of you

and drawings of you doing things

like talking on the phone doing homework or just of you simply

you were frightened

i then feel like we would walk in with his dramatic ass and say

"do you like them?" he would say it with a smirk but i feel like he fears your rejection

you know with everything mikael put him

he's actually angered and hurt you rejected him and mostly because you were scared of him

so he did the only thing he knew he could do...

he locked you up

with you being human/vampire/werewolf/witch/etc.

a dagger wouldn't work on you

i also feel like he's the type of person to think what they're doing is protecting the person

over time you start bonding

until you ask if you can go outside

and nik having a short ass temper

screams at you saying "No! I will not allow you to leave me!" or something like that idk

you would lose it and tell him that what he's doing isn't right

he would then continue to say "You need me! If it wasn't for me your friends would've left you in the dust."

he knows of your insecurities and uses them against you

and it works

one day you call him to your cell and tell him "I'll stay with you."

he's so ecstatic when he hears the words come out of your mouth

but then as soon as he opens the door you run

and you run up against a 1000-year-old hybrid no matter the species is not a good fight

he looks murderous

he then compels you to never leave the house and to stay in your room or something idfk

i feel like the situation (as cliche as it is) is like a beauty and the beast type moment but you know the victim not willingly staying

soon his siblings hear of his obsession and try to talk with

but him being him daggers all of them

he takes care of you

but just because you were compelled to stay in the room doesn't mean she wasn't a pain in his ass

i mean i would be too

when i mean pain in the ass i mean not eating, throwing the food and shit like that

or simply ignoring him

it infuriates him

in the end, you end up with stockholm syndrome and fall in love

anyways

if you were an original

he would constantly dagger you

he would even have a custom-made coffin for you or something

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it wasn't like super dark or anything but i've never written headcanons

i tried to make longer but i feel like the longer it went the more bad it became lol

[princesssarisa]

The relationship of Belle and Beast/Adam (Beauty and the Beast)

This must be for that OTP ask. I had almost forgotten about it.

Belle and the Beast/Prince Adam (Beauty and the Beast)

When did I ship them: It started the first time I saw the movie as a preschooler, from the library scene onward.

Ship dynamic: Slow-burn enemies-to-friends-to-lovers, combining the best of the "Jane Austen" style of romance (compatibility, mutual respect, bringing out the best in each other), the best of the "Brontë sisters" style of romance (a Byronic hero's smoldering Romantic passion for the relatable outcast heroine), and the best of "fairy tale" romance (courtly tenderness and ardor that break a spell).

Theme song: "Beauty and the Beast"

Type of date: Playing in the snow; sitting by the fire and reading together; sharing an elegant dinner and then dancing in the ballroom.

Married or dating: Ultimately married.

Sexuality: Heterosexual.

Genders: Male and female.

Romantic quotes:

*"She glanced this way, I thought I saw

And when we touched, she didn't shudder at my paw

No, it can't be, I'll just ignore

But then, she's never looked at me that way before"

*"New and a bit alarming

Who'd have ever thought that this could be?

True that he's no Prince Charming,

But there's something in him

That I simply didn't see"

*"I let her go... I had to... Because I love her."

*"Two lives have begun now

Two hearts become one now

One passion, one dream

One thing forever true

I love you"

Any headcanon powers: Even after the spell is broken, Prince Adam will always have greater physical strength than most men.

Healthy or unhealthy relationship: Healthy! Not at the beginning of course, but a bad beginning doesn't equal an unhealthy relationship, especially not when it's resolved long before they become a couple! Their relationship isn't romanticized abuse, it's not Stockholm Syndrome, it's healthy!

Who is the flirty partner: Belle, in a subtle, elegant way.

Who is the silly one: The Beast/Prince. Not on purpose at first, but his awkwardness can be very funny, and the more comfortable he becomes with Belle, the more intentionally funny he can be.