#invasion of privacy

[youabandonedthem]

[nemfrog]

House tour. Better Homes and Gardens. April 1947. Mildly titillating magazine ad for shower curtains.

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[valkyrieeeee]

Invasion of Privacy TEASER

ᑉ³pairing; Bangchan x idol! reader.

ᑉ³genre; Smau + FF | Angst, Hurt/Comfort

ᑉ³warnings;  Sasaeng (Stalker), Home invasion, cursing

ᑉ³Authors Note; Teaser to Invasion of privacy.

Your phone, suddenly, blinked out of existence, leaving you stranded in the dark room. You stared at it, praying it would come back to life.

But as seconds stretched on, it became painfully clear that your phone wasn't coming back. Its sudden death left you exposed, vulnerable to whatever dangers lurked in the shadows of your home.

Minutes tick by, each one stretching into an eternity as you strain to hear any sign of the intruder's presence. Your breath catches in your throat with every creak of the floorboards, every subtle shift in the air. The tension is palpable, suffocating, as you wait in the confined space of the closet, your heart pounding in your chest.

And then, just when you're starting to believe you imagined it all, you hear footsteps approaching. Each footfall reverberates through the floor, sending a shiver down your spine.

Your heart lurches into your throat as the closet door swings open, flooding the small space with blinding light. There they stand—the intruder—their eyes wild with fervor as they gaze down at you, cowering in the darkness.

"You're finally here," they breathe, their voice a mixture of awe and desperation. "I've been waiting for this moment for so long."

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[whumpshaped]

i have no excuse. im sorry. but this popped into my head and now it must exist. its not even whump i just. u'll see

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tw vampire whumper, invasion of privacy

"Don't go in there!" Beck said pleadingly, quickly rushing to stand between Helle and the closed bedroom door. "Please. That's my room. It's– it's private, it's... it's where I sleep–"

"Yes, that is often the purpose of a bedroom." His desperate attempt to stop them clearly backfired, because the vampire looked even more intrigued now. "Are you hiding something horrible? Something embarrassing, perhaps?"

"I'm n-not hiding anything, just... I don't want strangers in my bedroom."

"Strangers?" Helle looked wounded. "How many bites for an acquaintance? Or do you often let strangers bite you?"

"I don't want my acquaintances in my bedroom."

"Very well." They stepped away, sighing. "There is nothing I can do but respect the home owner's wishes."

Technically, I'm renting. He didn't say it, not wanting to give Helle any loopholes to exploit. But he soon realised the vampire didn't need a loophole as he was shoved aside and they marched right in.

"Was that what you were hoping I would say?" came their voice from inside, and Beck ran after them. "Do not be so naive. I said I wanted to explore the house ful– oh. That is adorable."

"Don't touch him!" He wasn't fast enough, of course he wasn't. Before he could do anything, Helle snatched the little thing from his bed, cradling it in their arms.

"What a sweet fellow," they cooed, giving the plush bat the biggest, fondest smile. Beck stayed still, suddenly very nervous about making a move Helle didn't approve of. Would they be so evil as to hurt Boba? "You absolutely cannot tell me you were hiding him. I would be heartbroken."

"I..." He watched as Helle squished the bat a couple times, seemingly enjoying themself greatly. "N-no, I wasn't..."

"Good. What a delight to know that one of my kin has already taken up residence here. Obviously, you are not opposed to housing creatures of the night."

Housing? "Y-you don't want to stay, do you?" he stammered, still anxious about his vulnerable friend being held by such a monster. Helle glanced up and shot him a mischievous grin.

"What if I do?" They nodded towards the stuffed animal. "Does he have a name, by any chance?"

Beck bit his lip. This was so stupid. Why were they asking about a plushie he had? Why couldn't they just be disinterested? "Boba," he muttered eventually.

"Would you really deprive sweet Boba of appropriate company?"

"You are not appropriate company. Boba has no ties to you or any vampire." Oh god, this was such a stupid argument to have. But he just wanted to have this one thing, the little piece of joy that still remained in his life even with the constant pain and paranoia. Couldn't they even let him have that?

"You sadden me." They gently placed the toy on the bed where they'd found it, and Beck snatched it up immediately, holding it close to his chest. "But no, I do not intend to stay for long. Possibly a few hours." Their smile softened as they looked at him; Beck would've almost described it as sympathetic. "Dear Boba is safe from my evil ways. I promise."

The vampire rarely ever made promises, that was one thing Beck realised about them very early on... nor were they particularly trustworthy. But this time, they seemed sincere. He hesitantly nodded, still holding the bat tight. "Thank you."

Maybe... maybe Helle still had some semblance of humanity left in them.

~

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[ayyy-imma-ninja]

Idea: SK Moon "wanders in" to Y/N's apartment one night, claims the door was left open, and lightly scolds them for working past midnight/1 am(they were working on the murders case)

Oh gosh that is such a breach of privacy but also a very in character thing for him to do XD

Though funny you mention one of them just...helping themselves in to the Detective's apartment :3c

I may or may not have a little thing planned to happen in the main story.

[nando161mando]

[atlxolotl]

[chaotic-orphan]

June of Doom, Day Eleven:

“We’re out of time” : firearm // backseat // self-defence

CW: intimate whumper, creepy whumper, invasion of privacy (explicit), captivity Whump, helplessness, blood (explicit), choking (explicit), implied past torture

*~*~*~*~*

Supervillain grinned at Hero as they shrugged off Henchmen’s hold on their arms and Henchmen let them. They were beaten, they knew that. Hero’s eyes drifted to Villain’s who was sweating, arms behind their back, head held up by Supervillain’s unforgiving grip on their hair.

“Okay,” said Hero. “Okay you win.”

Villain whimpered as Supervillain yanked their head up awakardly and Hero was lunging again. The Henchmen grabbed Hero’s arms and wrestled them back to submission and this time they didn’t let go. Hero struggled in their grip but didn’t get anywhere, just exhausting themselves in the struggle.

“Search them,” said Supervillain with a nod of their head and Other Villain stepped forward, eyes alight with malice.

“With pleasure.”

Hero wanted to get sick feeling Other Villain’s hands on them. They were slow, drawing it out like the psychopath they were. They brought their spider like fingers up to Hero’s mouth and when Hero protested they stuck their fingers in and Hero gagged as they searched Hero’s mouth for weapons.

Humiliation crawled pink up Hero’s neck and flooded their face with shame as Other Villain removed their fingers and wiped them on Hero’s shirt. A cruel smirk on their face as they said: “nope. No weapons there anyways.”

Hero spit on them. Then grinned as they watched the glob land straight in Other Villain’s eye. Other Villain recoiled and Hero suppressed a laugh. Then they suppressed a flinch as Other Villain’s face appeared in front of them again, filled with rage. Hero shrunk back as a hand grabbed their cheeks and pinched them together, panic clawing up their throat as they struggled in the Henchmen’s grip that didn’t let them go anywhere.

“Other Villain,” said Supervillain, stopping whatever Other Villain had planned as punishment for Hero. Other Villain’s face leaked of rage to dociled obedience as they turned to look over their shoulder at Supervillain. Their bruising grip still pinching Hero’s cheeks. “Hate to cut this short but we’re out of time. We don’t know if Hero’s team is coming. Let’s hurry this up. You can play with them later.”

Other Villain sighed but let go of Hero’s cheeks. Hero pulled their head back, eyes watching wary as Other Villain’s hands patted them down properly. They took Hero’s long daggers first from their sheathes and dropped them to the concrete with a clang. Then patted down Hero’s legs, pulling small knives and daggers from their hidden places and deposing of them with a litany of clanging sounds and blunt thuds.

“Alright,” said Other Villain standing to their full heigh again. “I think that’s everything.”

Hero secretly thanked whatever Gods of fortune were looking down on them that night. That Other Villain didn’t know about their final reserve. Their sticky situation blade that got them out of more than one awkward position in the hands of Villains.

“Good. Put them in the car,” Supervillain ordered. The Henchmen dragged Hero to the back of a black vehicle, handcuffing their hands behind their back and shoving them into the backseat. To Hero’s horror after they strapped Hero in with a seatbelt they clipped the handcuffs to another ring behind Hero.

As the henchmen shut Hero’s door, Hero pulled at their handcuffs trying with all their might to unclamp them from the seat but they were stuck. Well and truly stuck. They had to breathe. They had to breathe. Everything was fine. Everything was absolutely okay.

Villain was alive.

Villain was alive! And so was Hero. Together they wouldn’t be beaten. No matter what Supervillain had in store for them.

The other back door opened and Villain was strapped in the very same way as Hero. Though their body was spent. Blood and sweat causing their hair and clothes to stick to them uncomfortably and Hero’s heart broke as they looked at Villain.

“You shouldn’t have come,” Villain said before Hero could open their mouth. “I never wanted you to come. I didn’t want this. I could take the punishment for us both. Hero…”

Villain finally looked at them, tears building behind their eyes and their expression one of helpless anger. “Why didn’t you stay away?!”

“Villain… I…”

Supervillain got in Villain’s side and shut the door, sitting on the middle seat opposite Hero and Villain with a grin. Villain’s furious eyes died down as Supervillain shut the door and went back to the helpless, terrified ones when they bowed their head again in submission.

Hero tugged on the chain of their handcuffs again, just to do something and glared at Supervillain. The car started up but Hero couldn’t see where they were going. The windows blacked out from the inside.

“If it isn’t my two favourite troublemakers. Villain and I had lots of fun chats about you, Hero, and now that you’re here well let’s just say I feel as if I know you already.”

“Yeah. I know you too, Supervillain,” said Hero and Supervillain’s clever eyes snapped to Hero’s. Eager and at ease.

Good, Hero thought. At least their attention was off Villain for a minute.

“Do you?”

“Yes.”

“Well go on,” Supervillain said, sitting back in their seat and stretching their arms over either side of the backseats. “My ego has needed a boost recently, tell me about myself, Hero.”

“Let’s skip to the good part first, I feel like you like getting down to business.”

“I do,” Supervillain purred.

Hero flashed a grin. “Good. I know your first name is Ernest and your second name is Sha—“

Hero didn’t see Supervillain’s face morph from one of cheerful malice to threatening fury so the punch to the face that sent Hero’s head back against the seat was one of surprise. Supervillain had one hand on Hero’s throat, digging in against their windpipe cutting off all oxygen while the other kept Hero’s head straight so they could look Supervillain in the eyes.

Hero grinned smugly, while they turned purple from lack of oxygen. Blood dripping down their nose past their lips and chin, onto Supervillain’s hand, engulfing Hero in the stench of iron.

“Villain was right, you really do have a very punchable face,” Supervillain growled. The lack of oxygen was starting to get to Hero so they couldn’t exactly laugh in Supervillain’s face. Instead they raised their legs and tried to get leverage on Supervillain to get a good kick in but Supervillain’s legs blocked Hero’s. Black started to rise on the edges of Hero’s vision, and they struggled uselessly against the cuffs locked behind their back and In between the seat they were currently pinned to.

Oh god. Hero was going to die.

“Get off of them! Supervillain! SUPERVILLAIN PLEASE!”

Another rattle of chains that wasn’t Hero’s, their body going limp and lifeless under Supervillain. Feet kicking out useless…

Then Supervillain sat back opposite the pair and Hero bent double, throwing themselves forward to gasp in pathetic lungfuls of air, coughing at the excess and gasping in wheezes. Hero coughed, sucking in a breath as they righted themselves in the seat again. Their eyes on Supervillain as they got their breath back little by little.

“Gotcha,” Hero said. In a perfect world Hero’s voice would have come out deeper, sultrier, sexier and Villain would have fallen madly in love with them then and there, they would have kicked ass got free and run into the sunset.

However, it wasn’t the perfect world, and Hero’s voice barely came out above a raspy whisper. But they could still flash Supervillain their shit eating grin and enjoy the I-wanna-kill-you face Supervillain was throwing their way.

“I’ll admit Hero,” Supervillain began with a startled laugh, their hand running through their hair. “You surprised me. I haven’t heard that name in… years. I doubt even Villain knew it.”

“I’ve been doing some-“ a cough, then a wheezed: “research.”

“Colour me impressed, Hero. I was sure I buried that name.”

“Want me to continue?” Hero asked, their voice dry and hoarse. They wheezed out another cough into their shoulder, glad that oxygen was somewhat flowing through their nose again.

“No, no. Let’s not spoil all the fun. Though…” Supervillain said, voice taking on an edge of it’s own. Hero narrowed their eyes as Supervillain reached towards them and Hero pressed their back into the seat but Supervillain kept coming. Hero raised a knee and put it between them as a last ditch effort of self-defence but Supervillain batted it away with a coy smile. “Relax, Hero. I’m not going to strangle you again… yet. I just have a surprise for you of my own.”

Supervillain’s hand went to Hero’s throat again and Hero swallowed hard, forcing them to keep their eyes on Supervillain. Who’s hand trailed down Hero’s neck past their collarbone and… fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

FUCK!

FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!

Supervillain yanked the chain from Hero’s neck and pulled out the seemingly innocent locket. Hero jerked forwards, trying to take it back but their arms locked behind them and the seatbelt blocking them from going too far for their own safety, Hero could only watch as their last safety net was taken from them.

The fear set in cold when Supervillain flicked the trigger at the back of the locket and Hero’s engraved knife sprung to life, gleaming at Hero and reflecting back their own eyes.

“Gotcha,” said Supervillain and a pit started to form in the bottom of Hero’s stomach. Supervillain’s smile was sharp, their eyes drinking in Hero’s dawning panic and sat back against the backseat again. The car drove on in silence.

[furiousgoldfish]

Abusers will sometimes go and ask you invasive questions so inappropriate and out of this world you'll be too shocked to process what information is even being asked of you right now, and in what context. They'll pretend they're your friends or confidantes and ask you intimate questions about your relationship, they'll ask you what you do in the shower, they'll ask you what you think about and if you fantasize about being violated or hurt, they'll shamelessly tell you that they know what you're thinking in your most private thoughts and try to provoke you to admit it, or even worse, take your denial of it for admission.

If you don't volunteer your personal information to someone, they have no right whatsoever to ask for it. Asking for someone's private thoughts, asking about their intimate relationship, sexual life, private fantasies or secret thoughts, intimate body functions or acts you do when you're unclothed, that is invasive, creepy, inappropriate and unwelcome in anyone's life. Especially if it comes from a parent, relative or a guardian!

But when you're asked such things, you don't register right away how otherworldly and insane it is that this is happening, you realize that they're asking you to 'pretend you're buddy buddy and share this info casually' and you're forced to either give in or be appalled and openly shocked and disgusted to which you know they will react badly and try to shame you further. If someone is asking private info like this, you have every right to ask them 'Do you think this is a normal thing to ask? Who are you to ask me this? Why would you need this information of me? I am under no obligation to answer this to you.' and sometimes even that isn't possible because the abusers get aggressive if they don't get what they want.

Someone asking you shocking, intrusive, private and intimate questions about yourself is a red flag and you're allowed to consider that person a creep, predator and a dangerous individual to yourself. They have no right to ask. You are under no obligation to answer.

[psyonicscream]

Thank arc they gave me my computer back. But now there’s a porygon inside, on school’s behalf…. Sigh.

I could easily kick it out but I think I’ll probably get in trouble if I do that. Gonna have to complain about it to school staff til they leave me the fuck alone.

[whumpshaped]

Has/will Helle gift Beck anything? How would beck respond? (Ideally other then pain or vampirism lmao)

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tw vampire whumper, invasion of privacy, dont worry tho its all silly

"Is this... for me?" Beck asked, unsure how to feel about the little box with a nice-looking bow on top. There was no fucking way Helle remembered his birthday– there was no way they even knew when it was.

"It is your birthday, is it not?" Their smile didn't waver, nor did their hand holding... his present, apparently. "You can just take it, you know. You do not have to make it awkward."

They were right. The sooner this odd situation was over, the better. "Thank you," he forced out as he took the box, careful not to touch Helle's hand along with it. "I'll... take a look later."

Helle hummed in acknowledgement, plopping down onto the sofa as if this really was all perfectly normal. "It is yours, do whatever you wish with it."

Beck placed the gift on top of the dresser, still puzzled as to why Helle didn't push for it to be opened right away. Was it really not a trap? Was it really just some ordinary trinket? "Okay, I know– I know you said I don't have to make it awkward–"

"But you cannot help yourself, can you?" He could hear the smile in their voice as they said it. "No, it is not a trick. No, it is not a bomb. No, it is not poison. Anything else you might worry your pretty little head about?"

"Well, um... n-no, that's, that's a pretty good list." He stayed standing, wringing his hands nervously. "Can't you tell me what it is? I'd feel a lot better if, if you just told me."

"No."

"But–"

"Be a good boy and stop trying to ruin your own surprise."

Beck bit his lip, trying to ignore the way it made him feel whenever Helle called him a good boy. Like some dog. He glanced at the present one last time, then went to sit down on the sofa as well. If they weren't telling, then they wouldn't get to see his reaction to whatever nefarious thing they'd managed to fit in a box so small. "Fine," he muttered, unbearably annoyed that Helle didn't even seem to care.

-

As soon as Beck left his bedroom the next morning, his eyes fell upon Helle's mystery box on the dresser. They weren't in the apartment anymore... and admittedly, he was deathly curious, just like the cat.

He picked it up cautiously, still expecting something murderous despite the vampire's reassurances. The ribbon wasn't coated in any suspicious powder or liquid, and the top of the box slid off without detonating anything, revealing a smaller, flatter box inside.

He took that one out as well, taking a deep breath before undoing the small clip on the side of it. Nothing dangerous happened; the only thing inside was a piece of paper, neatly folded in half. He was just about to get frustrated with Helle's stupid prank when he noticed the thing underneath.

"Holy shit," he whispered, staring at the gold coin in disbelief. It was the exact one he'd been looking at for ages, the one he'd been saving up for, the one he'd never told anyone about because it was so silly and expensive. He'd wanted it since the year it'd come out — some halloween special for the rich, with his favourite mariana fruit bats on either side of it.

Was this actually the real thing? Did Helle pay half a grand so he could have a little bat coin for his birthday?

He unfolded the note, still in a bit of a daze.

'I suppose we both got our little gifts — your browsing history was positively delightful.

Love,

Helle'

~

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[metalheadsforblacklivesmatter]

Customs and Border Protection (CBP) is using an invasive, AI-powered monitoring tool to screen travelers, including U.S. citizens, refugees, and people seeking asylum, which can in some cases link their social media posts to their Social Security number and location data, according to an internal CBP document obtained by Motherboard.

My social security number is half past fuck you, and suck my dick.

This is gonna make it so much more dangerous for activists to speak out given the US government's habit of killing major political activists.

-fae

[mrmistopher]

Be wary of Discord

Discord users have been selling your server data to website Spy.Pet to allow a cryptocurrency service where, with payment and giving them ID, you are able to access messages from users across hundreds of servers.

NDon't stand idly. Keep making posts and messaging about this and spread the word. This is a danger to the privacy of many and an open pathway for people to weaponize messages of yours. Stay safe!

[findingmypeace]

I wrote most of this last night but fell asleep before I could finish it.

This week has been so busy I’ve really only had ~5 minutes each day to look at Tumblr. I feel so out of the loop.

I have noticed that at the end of each work week I look back on the last 5 days and it’s all a blur. What happened that week? I don’t know. I can tell you everything that I did at work but, my personal life, nothing.

I think the biggest thing is the move. There are some good things and bad things. Good: completely by chance a neighbor walked by when the realtor was at my apartment and she mentioned an upstairs unit in.this.complex is open to be rented AND her friend was looking for a roommate. Nothing is set in stone but I’m 90% sure I will move into that apartment. And because I will be splitting rent with a roommate I will be paying $400 less/month than I am now. i’ve talked to this potential roommate for about an hour and she really cool. Moving upstairs would just be such a blessing. I like where I live.

The Bad: The realtor. I get so little notice about pictures for the listing and the open house and then I’m embarrassed by my lack of deep cleaning. Tuesday morning photographers were there to take pictures. I put a lot of things I had out on my coffee table and counters in a closet or drawer or anything where it wouldn’t be seen. Apparently it wasn’t enough. When I got home from work that day my stuff was mostly hiding in closets and I had to search for all of it. The blanket on my bed was unfolded and half off the bed. It took me about an hour to put my apartment back together.🫤

So Thursday the realtor calls me and says she doesn’t think I would like it if there were multiple visit from prospective buyers and the best way to eliminate that is to have an open house. Today. (Saturday) She already scheduled it for 12:30pm-3:30pm prior to getting my permission. I am so embarrassed. I am already a tidy person naturally but the baseboards look gross. Although I’ve cleaned the unused bathroom I’ve struggled to keep up with it and I’ve never deep cleaned it. Everything needs to be wiped down. And everything needs to be put away again. I feel like it’s such an invasion of my privacy to have pictures taken of my things for posting and then have people walk through my apartment messing with my stuff. I hate this. I didn’t ask for it. This is still my place right now. It just feels weird having everyone walk through my safe space. 🤯

I have more to update about but in another post.