#the intent to cause harm to reality

[rats-and-robots]

I don't know if anyone has responded to you directly about this, but I'd at least like to give you my thoughts after reading your reply;

No, you're not always supposed to relate to characters. No, you're not always supposed to sympathize and empathize with them. There is no 'supposed to'. There is no wrong way to engage with media, so long as another living being is not harmed. Fiction has no rules. It is fake.

However!

That doesn't make you bad or 'insane' for caring 'too much' as you said in your tags. Your view on fiction is just as normal as someone who views characters as nothing but objects. I absolutely have characters for whom I feel insanely attached to. That I've categorized so deeply in my head that I have trouble reading or consuming fan-made stuff of them that isn't the same. I think 'that's not him! he wouldn't do that!' etc.

You are allowed to feel put off by the whump and darkfic written of characters you feel deeply about. You are allowed to dislike a form of media or a way someone portrays a character. You are allowed to say 'I don't like this'. What you feel about seeing dark fiction is as morally neutral as the feelings of those who wrote it. You are not bad for not wanting to see it.

As long as you recognize and understand that the real person behind that work of fiction is not bad for writing it either, you are not doing anything wrong.

Not understanding how people are able to engage with media differently isn't something you need to worry about. That's just not something you need to concern yourself with. You don't have to understand to recognize that it happens and that there's no moral weight to it.

I really think everyone needs to truly internalize this:

Fictional characters are objects.

They are not people. You cannot "objectify" them, because they have no personhood to be deprived of. They have no humanity to be erased. You cannot "disrespect" them, because they are not real.

[foundfamilywhump]

day 100000 of me seeing a post about 'care/whumpers' and thinking 'that is literally just a whumper who is nice sometimes. you are literally just describing a whumper'

[xcarbon]

Smoking on the dankest hydro grown bud and slurping down copious amounts of back alley weed oil to achieve a kind of spiritual transcendence akin to the oracle of Delphi and the fog of war parts for just long enough to see myself being beaten to death by cops

"That's probably nothing," I assure myself, "they would do that anyway regardless of my impending terror plot"

[soon-palestine]

In a statement that was shared with The Nation, a group of 25 HLR editors expressed their concerns about the decision. “At a time when the Law Review was facing a public intimidation and harassment campaign, the journal’s leadership intervened to stop publication,” they wrote. “The body of editors—none of whom are Palestinian—voted to sustain that decision. We are unaware of any other solicited piece that has been revoked by the Law Review in this way. “ When asked for comment, the leadership of the Harvard Law Review referred The Nation to a message posted on the journal’s website. “Like every academic journal, the Harvard Law Review has rigorous editorial processes governing how it solicits, evaluates, and determines when and whether to publish a piece…” the note began. ”Last week, the full body met and deliberated over whether to publish a particular Blog piece that had been solicited by two editors. A substantial majority voted not to proceed with publication.” Today, The Nation is sharing the piece that the Harvard Law Review refused to run. Some may claim that the invocation of genocide, especially in Gaza, is fraught. But does one have to wait for a genocide to be successfully completed to name it? This logic contributes to the politics of denial. When it comes to Gaza, there is a sense of moral hypocrisy that undergirds Western epistemological approaches, one which mutes the ability to name the violence inflicted upon Palestinians. But naming injustice is crucial to claiming justice. If the international community takes its crimes seriously, then the discussion about the unfolding genocide in Gaza is not a matter of mere semantics. The UN Genocide Convention defines the crime of genocide as certain acts “committed with the intent to destroy, in whole or in part, a national, ethnical, racial or religious group, as such.” These acts include “killing members of a protected group” or “causing serious bodily or mental harm” or “deliberately inflicting on the group conditions of life calculated to bring about its physical destruction in whole or in part.” Numerous statements made by top Israeli politicians affirm their intentions. There is a forming consensus among leading scholars in the field of genocide studies that “these statements could easily be construed as indicating a genocidal intent,” as Omer Bartov, an authority in the field, writes. More importantly, genocide is the material reality of Palestinians in Gaza: an entrapped, displaced, starved, water-deprived population of 2.3 million facing massive bombardments and a carnage in one of the most densely populated areas in the world. Over 11,000 people have already been killed. That is one person out of every 200 people in Gaza. Tens of thousands are injured, and over 45% of homes in Gaza have been destroyed. The United Nations Secretary General said that Gaza is becoming a “graveyard for children,” but a cessation of the carnage—a ceasefire—remains elusive. Israel continues to blatantly violate international law: dropping white phosphorus from the sky, dispersing death in all directions, shedding blood, shelling neighborhoods, striking schools, hospitals, and universities, bombing churches and mosques, wiping out families, and ethnically cleansing an entire region in both callous and systemic manner. What do you call this? The Center for Constitutional Rights issued a thorough, 44-page, factual and legal analysis, asserting that “there is a plausible and credible case that Israel is committing genocide against the Palestinian population in Gaza.” Raz Segal, a historian of the Holocaust and genocide studies, calls the situation in Gaza “a textbook case of Genocide unfolding in front of our eyes.”

[mydearestbeloved]

Imagine...

Sung Jinwoo/Trial Player!Reader

CW: Implied Yandere (If you squint), mild grotesque imaginary of killing a magic beast

Inspired by @circeyoru ‘s “Future Power Couple”

This is now officially a series! You can check "Trial Player AU" here: [Masterlist🦋✨️]

You never imagined your life would take such a drastic turn. One moment, you were typing away on your laptop, and the next, you found yourself in a universe where Hunters, dungeons, and magic were the norm.

As a casual fan of the manhwa, you were more than familiar with the storyline and its characters. But this was real, painfully real, and your heart raced in your chest as you tried to make sense of it all.

Isekai'd into the world of Solo Leveling was unexpected, but this?

This was even more bizarre.

___

Isekai stories were meant to be fun. A fresh start in a different world with cool powers and thrilling adventures, right?

[Congratulations!

You have been selected by the System for an exclusive test run.]

The first time you saw that message, you had no idea what it meant. But after receiving a few more cryptic messages and nearly dying in a lower-rank dungeon?

You would be foolish if continue that thought.

You weren’t just dropped into this world—you were the 'Trial Player'. A glitch, a test subject for the system before it latched onto its true player.

It sounded like a game, a brief test before things returned to normal.

Except now you’re stuck.

___

You didn’t want to interfere, to change the storyline you knew too well.

The system gave you powers once you started leveling up.

Since you weren’t a fighter by nature, learning how to defend yourself have been a whole other story. Healing however, had come to you almost too naturally. You were rather fortunate (or is it unfortunate?) in that regard, as you discovered early on that your specialized ability was more… versatile, than it seemed.

Simply put, they were dual-edged.

Healing and harming were two sides of the same coin—just a matter of intent.

You could heal yourself and allies just fine, but with enemies? The same touch that mended could also cause harm.

A giant serpent once learned that the hard way.

___

The cold wind brushed against your face as you stared down at the monstrous serpent writhing in its final throes. You hadn’t meant to do it that way—honestly, it was an accident.

You had only wanted to defend yourself, yet in an act of panic, you had somehow amplified the beast's venom glands, forcing it to produce venom at an uncontrollable rate to the point of overloading its own internal organs.

The monster literally drowned in its own deadly concoction.

As the hissing faded, you watched with wide eyes as the giant serpent collapsed, dead. A familiar notification dinged in the corner of your vision.

[Congratulations!

You have successfully defeated a C-Rank Venom Serpent!]

The cheerful tone that rang in your ears was far too enthusiastic for your liking.

[System will now place Blue Venom-Fanged Kasaka in its place.]

You let out a shaky breath, still in shock.

[You have just proven yourself to be quite entertaining,

Trial Player (Name)_

Shall we continue with more interesting challenges?]

What the hell just happened?

___

From the start, you’d made the decision to stay under the radar.

At first, it was overwhelming.

The system's notifications, the power you gained with each step, and the dangerous world you were thrust into were enough to make anyone completely lost their mind.

But, despite the insanity of your new reality, you had to admit you’d adapted rather well.

From that day forward, the system acted more like a mischievous partner than a mere overseer.

In fact, the system had seemed delighted by your attempts to remain discreet, since it was more than willing to help you falsify your ranking, allowing you to masquerade as a mere C-rank. Not that you cared much about rankings, but blending in was important, especially since you knew what was coming. You didn't want to stand out when the real chaos began.

The system had its reasons, no doubt, but you didn’t question it. As long as it kept your secret and allowed you to survive without drawing too much attention, you were content.

With your knowledge of the Solo Leveling storyline—albeit you still need to fill in some gaps in your memory here and there—you avoided changing the narrative too much. However, when it came to the protagonist, you found it difficult to completely stay away.

As a fan, you already knew what hardships awaited him, and as much as you tried not to interfere, your heart ached terribly seeing him suffer through his early days as an E-rank hunter.

Even knowing he’d become the world’s strongest eventually, you still found yourself lessening his burden.

You weren’t trying to change anything significant—just minor things. Healing him faster when he was injured and unconscious after dangerous raids, anonymously covering some of his mother's medical bills, leaving useful items at his doorstep. All of it was done behind the curtain, leaving no trace.

You kept your distance; each act was a silent tribute to a hero you believed deserved better.

Or maybe, it was because you saw something in him that reminded you of your own struggle—your own loneliness in this strange world.

After all, this wasn’t your story. It was his.

___

You vowed not to meddle in the timeline.

That was to say, you had no intention of getting involved in the main storyline.

So, when the time came for him to finally accept the system’s offer and became the player, the trial period for you ended.

The screens pop-ups ceased.

The missions vanished.

The system had gone silent.

You could finally step back, let him take the reins. You could enjoy the world for yourself, live your life in this reality.

Or so you thought.

___

It was supposed to be a quiet day, just like any other.

You found yourself wandering through a familiar street in Seoul, lost in thought.

You weren’t sure what it was that tipped you off—the weight of someone’s gaze on your back, perhaps—but when you turned around, your breath hitched.

Gaze locked in with sharp, glowing blue.

And a familiar chirp in your mind, as smug as ever.

[Fancy meeting you here,

Trial Player (Name)_ ]

Damnit, you sly—!

"‘Trial Player’, huh?"

You clenched your fists and bit your lip as his voice cut through your inner turmoil.

Stormy hues, and ebony locks that looked too fluffy not to touch.

Taller, and his voice deeper than the last time you heard him.

There was no way you could mistake him for someone else.

There was no way you could forget him.

Sung Jinwoo

The system hummed in amusement behind him, oddly pleased with itself.

A screen flickered in your periphery.

[Dear Trial Player, (Name)_

Be careful not to spill your secret to Player Sung Jinwoo,

else you may find the penalty quite costly.]

Playful, yet the warning echoed in your mind.

You had no idea what the system’s penalty might be, and you weren’t eager to find out.

“I’ve been wondering about the mysterious healer who’s been helping me. I guess I have my answer now.”

Calm, that tone of his was way too calm, and it sent a shiver down your spine.

You felt your stomach drop. How much did he know? How long had he suspected—

“Don’t look so surprised,” Jinwoo continued with a chuckle, a small, dangerous tilt playing on his lips, “The system can be… revealing at times.”

The insufferable chirps like giggles in your ear following his statement made it clear—there was no escape now.

Sung Jinwoo knew, or at least, he knew enough.

“I’ll make it easy for you,” Jinwoo said, stepping closer.

You instinctively took a step back.

"Join my party."

You opened your mouth to respond, but the words caught in your throat instead.

“What?"

“I want you to join me,”

Jinwoo repeated with the same exact tone, as if that one sentence was enough for your mind to grasp at—whatever situation this had spiral to be.

Your brain scrambled for an answer. You couldn’t. You shouldn’t. “I prefer staying out of the spotlight,” you muttered, trying to avoid his gaze.

Jinwoo leaned in slightly, his expression unreadable. “Unfortunately for you, I don’t think I’m going to let that happen.”

The system pinged again.

[Player Sung Jinwoo has extended a party invitation.]

“I didn’t agree to—”

The screen popped up again.

[Trial Player cannot refuse this invitation.]

You blinked at the screen, then at him.

Jinwoo kept his eyes on you—glowing in that beautiful, beautiful blue—practically daring you to refuse.

You felt trapped.

___

And that was how you found yourself reluctantly dragged into Sung Jinwoo’s (formerly solo) party.

You were supposed to be a background character at most, but now you were standing beside the future strongest hunter, going on raids, facing dungeon bosses, and… spending far too much time with him outside of said raids.

You don’t know why, but outside of dungeons were even worse. Jinwoo seemed to find excuses to be around you, despite your best efforts to avoid him. Whether it was casual visits to the same cafés you frequented or crossing paths in the market, he always seemed to be there at every turn. It was unsettling how often his gaze lingered on you, as if he was trying to unravel the very essence that made you, you.

Persistent, relentless, and far too observant for your liking. Jinwoo followed you, making sure you never slipped away, sticking close like your own personal shadow.

You might have laughed at the irony, if you were not the center of his attention.

Sung Jinwoo refused to leave you alone.

You weren't sure how he'd managed to pull you into his orbit, but he had, and now you were stuck in the very story you were trying to avoid.

A soft laugh; a rare sound that made your heart skip a beat.

“You’re not getting rid of me that easily, My Healer.”

___

"Oh, what have I gotten myself into..." you muttered under your breath, feeling the weight of the situation crash down on you.

The system chimed in, always and without fail, far too gleeful for your liking.

[What indeed, Trial Player?

What indeed.]

You really, really, want to kick this damned system to space.

End Note:

Finally, I can sleep now...

Every related imagines I post after this WILL NOT follow any particular/chronological order.

[coffeefleecy]

The Serpent's Posession

Pairing: Caleb X MC

Summary: You're finding that you're less scared of Caleb's visits and looking forward to them and the relief he brings you. You're also finding that you're becoming more attached.

Warnings: Virgin reader, inexperienced reader, vaginal sex, cunnillingus, incubus!caleb, dream sex, wet dream, panty sniffer Caleb, come eating, multiple orgasms, gaslighting, second person POV

Part One | Part Two | Part Three Part Four

In the following weeks of Caleb’s last visit, you find yourself feeling even more sluggish than usual. Your default lately has been operating on a lower caliber, but something in the last few days has you so drained that you’re barely making it to work on time. The distortion between reality and dreams is becoming hazier and instead of whatever unremarkable dreams you’ve had prior to meeting Caleb are nothing compared to the lasting mark he’s branded you with.

These dreams aren’t quite like the ones where Caleb actually visits, but you can hear his voice whispering things to you and it’s impossible to differentiate between sweet promises and malicious threats. He invades every pore; every nerve and your synapses are firing on all fronts, which serves to only exhaust you further. It’s like he’s taken possession of you and reworked your makeup to respond to only him as he lords the promise of sleep over your head. Caleb is Pavlov, bell surreptitiously dangling in hand as you pant after him, begging for any bit of relief he can give you so long as sleep comes with it.

By ten in the morning, you’ve had three cups of coffee. The caffeine working in tandem with your exhaustion and nerves causes you to become more and more uneasy as the day progresses and the promise of night looms over you. Despite those worries and the fear of the unknown, a part of you longs for Caleb - yearns for the moment you get to see him again. Your anxiety and unease bleed into a raw, intense need that’s been driving you mad. If you called for him by name, would he come?

You lie in bed later that evening in one of your more daring pajama choices; a selection that you’ll never admit is intentional. Despite grappling with the idea that you’re dressing up for a man that the inner machinations of your mind have fabricated, you reason that donning the crimson lace panties is an act of self-love; something that makes you feel sexy and comfortable regardless of who gets to see it. You opt for a thin, oversized tee shirt decorated with apples that remind you of Caleb’s intoxicating scent. God, are you pathetic?

It’s as if he’s bewitching you, mind, body and soul - burning himself into you until you can’t survive without the sustenance he grants you – body withering as if you were in a desert and the sun is sapping the life force out of you.

You’re terrified for him to make an appearance, but every bit of you sings for him, begging him to come. You want to test out the theory that he truly only does appear when you call for it and you’re in dire need of the fix he gives you. Even if it’s only a couple of days of good sleep, you’re in such distress that you’re desperate for it. It’s getting to the point that you cannot rest without him and the pleasure he brings you, so surely what’s the harm in asking for him? 

Would it be so bad?

Fatigue overrides any sane thought you might have and this time, you are intentional.

“Caleb,” You whisper, throat raw and dry as his name comes out in rasps of agony. “Caleb, please. I need you, please. Please.”

“Call for me?”

Within split seconds, Caleb’s voice comes from over by your open bedroom door where he’s leaning against the frame, almost too tall to be allowed - not entering like he’s waiting to be invited in.

“You’re - you’re here?”

A sneer flashes across his face and he smirks at you like he’s making fun of you.

“Did you not ask for me? Honestly, you’re kinda stupid. What? What did you need this time? I’ve noticed how exhausted you’ve been looking. Can’t sleep without me, huh? Good.”

Caleb crosses the small distance between the two of you, his every move full of purpose and promises. He stops short of your bed, looking down on you with a face full of a false,  gleeful pity. 

“Fuck, you look awful,” Caleb lets out a low, chiding whistle. “Let’s fix it, yeah? What can I do for you, princess?” 

Caleb graces you with an exaggerated, mocking bow.

“A-Anything, I don’t know what I want - just wanna sleep, please.”

“You want to sleep or … you want me?”

“Can’t it be both?”

What’s the difference?

“Which need is more dominant? I can bend you over and fuck you stupid until you pass out, no problem – but don’t you want a little more than that?”

“I’ll - I will take anything you’ll let me have, please,”  You beg hoarsely and even you think you sound pathetic.

“Of course you will,” Caleb sighs and runs a hand through his messy hair. “Look - I’m not in the business of giving people things they don’t actually want. I am here for you; this is all for your benefit. None of it makes a fucking lick of difference to me, so you might as well enjoy it. I can anticipate your every need and nothing, not even the most minute of reactions gets past me. So why don’t you tell me what you really want? I know, but do you?”

“You.”

“You’re probably exhausted so I’ll give you a pass for acting so dumb, but we’ve established that. What? Do you want my tongue on you again? You and I both know that makes you feel good with how soaked you got me - I’m surprised you weren’t so embarrassed that you were squirting all over me.”

“I - yes but,” You stammer, unable to fathom your desires into words. 

“Buuuuuuut you want more than that this time,” Caleb finishes for you. “You need something big to fill you up, huh? I felt you clenching around my fingers and my tongue and it wasn’t enough for you.”

“I just want you to make me feel good,” You struggle with the words and the fact that all of this is new to you makes you feel small; weak. 

Caleb grabs your chin and forces you to look at him.

“I’ll make you feel good no matter what I do, so HOW do you want me to do it, pipsqueak? Use those words – I see those awards on your walls and I know how smart you are. I’m in charge, but I need you to tell me what you want.”

Despite the rough way in which he’s conveying it, the idea that he wants to take care of you is overwhelming. Not once has he focused on himself or demanded anything of you for his own gain even though his attitude has been less than warm. He’s made your body sing, erupt in ways that you’ve never experienced before and will likely be unable to achieve without him. He’s here for you; this figment of your imagination and likely the conjuring of all of your unspoken needs amalgamating into your perfect idea of what a man is.

“This - this is all a dream right?”

Caleb’s eyes narrow and he cocks his head to the side, his gaze hungry as he releases his grip on your chin and steps back to drink in the sight of you.

“Does it really fucking matter?” He challenges.

“My - my underwear, you - you took them, didn’t you?”

Caleb scoffs.

“Why would I do a thing like that?”

“Don’t - don’t lie to me, Caleb. I’m not stupid.”

“Fuckin’ could have fooled me. I think you like being stupid for me. You like it when I make you go dumb, don’t you? You always have so many big and important thoughts in that beautiful little head of yours that you love it so fucking much when you don’t have to think with me. You like it when I take care of you, don’t you, baby?”

“I just want to feel good and -”

“And you know I can make you feel good no matter what, right? So what you’re saying is you trust me?”

“I g-guess, but -”

“You’re relying on me to make you feel good, right? You know that I can do this. So, you trust me. You’re surrendering yourself to me, yeah? I kinda like that. So touch starved and so eager for me you’re willing to let me do whatever the fuck I want to you so you don’t have to think about it and just feel?”

“Yes!” You cry, frustrated and turned on as you rub your legs together.

“That’s all you had to say, ya know?” He grins at you, crossing his arms as he relishes in your frustration. “You just had to tell me that’s what you wanted. I’m not gonna act on anything here no matter how well I can read your desires. You’ve gotta want it out loud and proud, sweetheart.”

“I do - I do want it.”

“Yeah? How badly?”

“So badly. I can’t sleep, I can’t eat - I haven’t been able to think about anything but you. What did you do to me?”

“You’re just obsessed with me, princess, don’t worry. It’s not your fault, I mean, look at me. How about this? How about you stand up for me?”

You obey as if in a trance, shoving your bedsheets out of the way to free yourself. He backs away from the bed a bit to give you room to stand in front of him and the height difference causes a fresh wave of arousal to course through you.

“Good girl,” Caleb coos, cupping your jaw with his hand, big and comforting as he stares sweetly into your eyes. “Now get on your fucking knees.”

You bite back a whimper at the command and do as you’re told without a remark, sinking slowly to your knees and grabbing hold of his legs as leverage to steady yourself. Caleb leans forward to grab your chin again, forcing you to look into his eyes.

“You gonna do exactly what you’re told for me?”

You swallow the knot in your throat and nod, enchanted by his captivating gaze.

“So sweet of you, pipsqueak. I love how obedient you are - you really need me don’t you?”

“I - Yes,” You manage.

“Say it,” He demands, letting go of your chin and straightening up so he’s fully looking down on you. “Say you need me.”

“I need you, Caleb.”

“Not good enough; be more specific.”

“I can’t sleep without you and I can’t think about anything but you, please, I need you to help me Caleb.”

“So you’re fucking nothing without me, right? You can’t live without me in your life and you’ll take whatever I give you as long as I’m here, right?”

“Y-yes, please, I c-can’t live like this without your help.”

“Awe, you make it sound like you’re selling your soul to me,” Caleb laughs, though the sound is harsh and devoid of any humor. “Would you?”

“Would I what?”

“Nevermind, I’ve got something better for you. Can you undo my pants for me or is that too complicated for you, sweetheart?”

It’s occurring to you that despite baring everything to Caleb, you’ve never seen him unclothed. It’s never been something to cross your mind due to his over-attentiveness to your needs and he’s never asked you for anything or expected you to reciprocate, leaving you oblivious to what he has to work with. Taking your lack of a response as the latter to his question, Caleb makes a ‘tch’ sound and unfastens his belt, wasting no time in removing it and dropping it to the floor. He watches your head snap to the direction he let it fall in and smirks.

“What, want me to tie your hands together with it?”

“N-no, I just -”

“Have never done this before? Trust me, I know, but don’t fret - I’ll teach you,” Caleb croons, pausing to tug his pants down his thighs before continuing, “I’ll make sure you learn just what I like so you can do it perfectly for me, how’s that sound? You wanna learn how to gag on my cock?”

Your gaze lazer focuses on Caleb’s simple, black boxers. Though you have no real life experience to compare it to, the bulging fabric indicates that you don’t have an inkling of what you’re about to get yourself into.

“Yes? You wanna learn how to take it all the way in your throat? Speak for me, yeah?”

“Y-Yes, I - I want -”

“Want what? Be more specific, remember?”

“I want to l-learn what you like,” You manage despite your nerves. “I wanna taste you.”

“That’s my girl,” Caleb praises you, slipping his fingers into his boxers to slide those down along with his pants. 

His cock catches on the waistband before bobbing free, the movements slow and intentional so you can get the full experience of the show he’s putting on for you. Caleb is long and thick, curving at the end in a way that makes you wonder what it would feel like inside of you. The tip is red and drooling with precum that Caleb collects with the pad of his thumb and covers the rest of his dick with. 

“You can touch it, sweetheart, don’t be scared,” Caleb murmurs, reaching for your hand with his free one.

You allow him to take your right hand in his and swallow thickly as he places it on his cock, curling his fingers around yours to make a fist. 

“Feel how hard I am for you? How much I’m leaking for you?”

The way he speaks is always shocking for you, yet his words encourage you. Despite the fact that he’s crass and filthy it makes you want to push him to the edge and see how much more he has to say. 

“You like it when I talk to you? Like it when I guide you? Just a good girl that wants to be told what to do, huh? Fuck, you are so pretty when you’re following instructions. That’s right, just turn off your brain and listen to me - surrender to me and I’ll make it so fucking good for you - put your lips on the tip, sweetheart.”

You part your lips for him, hovering in front of him as if to wait for his actions.

“No, no - you’re gonna do it yourself, okay? Go at your own pace and I’ll tell you what to do, don’t wait for me to put it in. If you want me to control this I could just fuck your face and take what I need, but you don’t want that, do you?”

The prospect isn’t entirely unappealing, you find yourself thinking as heat floods through your body in needy waves.

“Huh… maybe you would like that. Let’s take it one step at a time, though,” Caleb’s grip on your hand slackens as he guides your hand slowly up and down his cock until he releases it completely to let you take over.

“I just… put my lips on it?”

“That’s the general idea, yeah,” Caleb sounds amused as he peers down at you. “Go ahead; I’ll be good.”

His gaze is intense and the fact that he’s watching you makes you all the more nervous. Worried your grip on his cock is too tight, you loosen it until just your fingertips are touching him. You lean forward, licking your lips to wet them before pressing a gentle whisper of a kiss to the tip of his cock. The wetness of his precum coats your lips, making you curious about the taste. Your tongue sweeps across your bottom lip to collect the slightly salty, sharp tasting liquid and Caleb groans.

“You don’t gotta treat me that genty, you know - I won’t fuckin’ break if you’re a little rougher,” he coaches as you press another delicate kiss to the tip and his fingers find purchase in your hair. “This okay with you?”

You’re surprised he’s asking, but you look up at him and nod, overcome by the sight of his flushed, slightly dazed face. It makes you want to take him apart like he did for you, unravel him completely and have him at your mercy. The newfound fuel from that delicious expression on his face has you eager to see more; hear more of him coming undone for you. You part your lips and take him in until the head is pressing against your tongue, that sharp-tasting precum spreading across it. You swallow it down, wincing slightly at the unfamiliarity of the taste and the sensation and Caleb hisses out your name; something he doesn’t usually refer to you as. You pull your lips off of him until the tip of his cock catches on your bottom lip.

“Like this, Caleb?” You ask innocently, desperate to hear more of him.

He glares at you.

“Aren’t you a little fucking tease? Well, go ahead. You think you can break me? I dare you.”

You know he’s mostly all talk and trying to rile you up - that he’d never let you feel unsafe or like you’re doing something you don’t want to be doing. Dream or reality; none of that matters and it’s a far cry from your mind, a thought so fleeting that disappears as soon as he’s with you. You push more of him into your mouth inch by inch until you feel a gag in the back of your throat, not unlike the feeling of brushing your tongue in the morning. It’s uncomfortable, but manageable, so you close your lips around him fully and taste him with your tongue, trailing it up and down what’s in your mouth.

“‘That’s it, good girl,” Caleb encourages, fingers tugging at your hair and pulling at your scalp as he collects it into a makeshift ponytail, a few silky tendrils slipping from his grip to frame your face.

What you lack in experience you make up for in determination, so set on making him feel as good as he’s made you feel and chip away at that carefully crafted image you’ve already begun to see cracks in. He can’t be as unaffected as he acts and you know for a fact that’s the case when you hear the faintest whimper bubble in his throat as you hollow your cheeks to suck around him.

“Fuck, just like that,” He groans, tightening his grip in your hair to the point that the tugging begins to sting a bit, but not enough to hurt.

You look up to catch his gaze to instead see his head lolling back, the adam’’s apple on his throat pronounced and bobbing as he shakes with restraint. He could take control, shove himself down your throat and fuck your face, but he lets you figure it out slowly as you get your  bearings  and grow used to the feeling of him in your mouth. A throbbing, aching sensation blooms between your thighs as your pace increases and you begin to sloppily suck him off, drool dripping down your chin with the exertion. 

“Quick learner for me, yeah?” Caleb tries to act nonchalant, but the tell-tale signs of his pleasure manifests in the pain you feel as his grip in your hair tightens. “So fucking good for me.”

The ache between your legs becomes too much to ignore, causing you to whine on Caleb’s cock. The vibrations make him hiss and that grip gets even tighter still, bringing tears to your eyes with the combination of him hitting the back of your throat. You take him as far as you can, which admittedly isn’t that far, but he hums his appreciation and refrains from bucking into your mouth, using your hair as leverage.

“I can see you - ah - squirming down there,” he huffs out, voice thick with tension like a rubber band about to snap. “You’re making me feel so good that you’re ignoring your needs, aren’t you? Go ahead, touch yourself while you’re blowing me,  it’ll make you feel a lot better.”

His words barely register in your mind, like it’s a foreign concept to you. 

Can you touch yourself like that? Do you have the capacity to do both at once? Isn’t this about him?

“This is about you, remember.” Caleb remarks, like he can read your mind. “Take what you need, okay?”

You whimper, the sound again reverberating against Caleb’s skin and causing him to hiss. Drool pools at your lips, spilling over with every thrust into your mouth. With a trembling hand, you reach between your legs to find your panties soaked completely through, the revelation that sucking him off is bringing you so much pleasure is slightly shameful. A desperate, whining sound bubbles in the back of your throat as you shyly press your fingers against your clothed entrance, the friction not nearly enough to satisfy that need.

A slight move of Caleb’s leg has him pushing his shoe against your thigh, indicating for you to open your legs for him while pressing more insistently in your mouth as a result. You focus hollowing your cheeks around him, sucking him as deeply as you can, oblivious to what it is that he’s doing. Caleb lets out a frustrated groan and forces his shoe between your legs and right at center. The pressure has light dancing behind your eyes and your fingers are long forgotten as you subconsciously begin to grind against the cool, textured leather. 

“That’s it, baby, ride my shoe - take what you need from me; you’re doing so well,” Caleb encourages as he manages to take control over the rhythm you’ve established with your mouth as to not go too rough, but give you room to seek your own pleasure.

You moan around his length, picking up speed as you chase the feeling of bliss you’ve been craving for the past few days, anxious that if you’re not fast enough, he may disappear. His absence always feel like kick to the gut; a harsh punch back to reality that reminds you of what’s to come – a lack of sleep and this deep longing in the pit of your stomach - something like melancholy that he isn’t real and isn’t actually there for you – that this false man is the most you can get and he slips through your fingers in the form of shadows and smoke.

“Don’t cry, baby,” Caleb chides, fingers slipping from his grasp in your hair to cup your cheeks.

Your hair falls around you in curtains, damp with sweat and tangled from Caleb’s grasp. He brushes it away from your face to tuck it behind your ears as he wipes the tears away with his thumbs, maintaining the slow, lazy pace of his thrusts in your mouth. You let the tears fall, unashamed in your drive for your pleasure as you ride his shoe faster, more insistently. 

“You gonna come all over my shoe for me? Be careful, if you get them too dirty I might make you lick it up, sweetheart. Would you like that?”

The slight edge his voice has taken doesn’t go unnoticed by you and if you were placing bets, you’d be willing to put money on the fact that he’s focusing on you so he doesn’t lose that control he’s been clinging to. You can feel him pulsing in your mouth and while you’re inexperienced with all of these new acts and his knowledge outweighs your own, you’re not completely oblivious. Or hard of hearing, you think, as he lets tiny, controlled gasps slip from his lips. The idea that you’re turning him on and making him just as feral as you are sends you into overdrive. You grasp his naked thigh, anchoring yourself to allow more movement and more pressure. The feeling of his shoe pressing against your clit with every grind makes you cry out and soon, you’re falling over the precipice from rutting like a bitch in heat against Caleb’s shoe.

“Pretty, desperate girl,” Caleb soothes, hands delicate and gentle against your face as he cups you almost lovingly, amused at the fact that you’re getting off on anything he’s willing to offer you. “Oh, you’ve made such a mess.”

In your trance, you haven’t even noticed just how much you were leaking against him. You cry out almost hysterically, overstimulated as Caleb takes over and begins pressing his shoe against you, reveling in how much you’re trembling beneath him. 

“That’s it, baby. Just feel it, yeah? Fuck, do you feel how hard you’ve got me? Made a mess on my shoe and my cock,” he marvels, gently pulling his cock out of your mouth and sneering gleefully at the globs of saliva connecting him and your lips. 

He leans forward to catch you before you collapse to the floor in a trembling, exhausted pile and steadies you before crouching to your level. He presses soft kisses to both of your eyelids, then your nose and then your lips. You faintly register him breathing in through his nose, inhaling the scent of him on your lips and the pleasure it’s brought you, like he can actually smell the arousal. 

“Oh, no, you can’t rest -” he chastises as you slump against his chest. “Did you actually think we were done?”

Caleb’s arms are huge as he wraps them around you to pull you to your feet, allowing you no time to rest or revel in the embarrassing orgasm you’ve just been subjected to. Caleb somehow manages to kick off his shoes as well as his pants and boxers before he walks you to the bed and gently pushes you back. You blink up at him as he peels his shirt off, displaying his naked chest to you for the first time.

It should come as no shock to you that he’s sculpted to near perfection, yet you ogle him shamelessly in your post-orgasm haze. His playful disposition and sweet looking face contrast the sight of him naked drastically. Though you’re no stranger to the internet, nothing compares to the sight of the man before you, complete with an arrogant and knowing smile that somehow enhances your attraction for him.

“Like what you see?”

“You’re beautiful,” You say without really thinking twice, averting your eyes when you realize you’ve been caught. “S-Sorry.”

“Don’t ever apologize for looking at me,” Caleb commands, tossing his shirt to the side before leaning over you. “ ‘sides, you did just have my dick in your mouth so I think we can drop the formalities, right?”

You look back at him, this time directly in his eyes. Molten pools of violets with flecks of scarlet gleam back at you, darkened with a raw, unmistakable want that makes you dizzy. 

“I think you need me inside of you just as badly as I want to be inside of you, don’t you?” Caleb prompts. 

“I’ve - I’ve never -”

Caleb cuts you off with a searing kiss, his lips hot and frenzied against your own. He presses his tongue against the seam of your lips, demanding entrance that you grant immediately. Caleb sucks on your tongue, the kiss devolving rapidly as he pants into your open mouth, not bothering to repress any of his unbridled need for you. His groans are kindling for an open, blazing flame and your whimpers are the gasoline and the catalyst for a wildfire. 

“Fuck, this outfit, too - you wear this just for me?” Caleb grunts after breaking this kiss to allow you some air you didn’t know you needed. “These fucking panties…”

“I thought you’d like them,” You murmur, chest heaving with shuddering breaths. “Hey -”

“Mm?” Caleb wonders before trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses against your throat. 

“My p-panties, the ones with  - the ones with the cherries,” You accuse, not letting Caleb distract you like he did earlier. “You t-took them, didn’t you?”

“Are these some magical underwear or somethin’? Fuck, why does it even matter?” Caleb huffs as he pulls back to look at you.

“If it doesn’t matter then why won’t you tell me?” You tilt your head to the side.

Caleb pulls away to look at you – almost like he’s sizing you up. 

“Why can’t you just stop talking about shit that doesn’t matter and let me make you come,” Caleb counters. 

“Because,” Your eyes narrow as you stand your ground. “I think you’re lying to me.”

He actually laughs at that.

“I’m in your dreams, pipsqueak - ‘s not like any of this is real, right?”

“I know that you lied about those roses,” You press. “I know that you took those panties. I couldn’t find them anywhere and I wear them all the time – it’s not like I have a bottomless underwear drawer. So… why don’t you answer that question for me, Caleb?”

An unsatisfied, agitated frown tugs Caleb’s lips downward as he stares at you.

“I - I just feel… I feel like I’m losing my mind,” You say softly. “I woke up without them and - and I was still…”

“Still what?” 

“Wet,” You cringe as you say it, your embarrassment trickling into your voice with pricks of shame. “Like … like it all… happened.”

“You had a wet dream,” Caleb reasons, leaning forward to hover over you. “Just like you’re having now, right? Perfectly normal and nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“B-but, the underwear -”

“Baby, you probably just lost them in the wash, you know? Sorta like how those machines eat your socks sometimes?” Caleb purrs, slipping his fingers beneath your lace-covered cunt. 

“I’m not - you’re trying to distract me,” You cry out when he easily slips his pointer and index fingers inside of you. 

“You need me so badly, sweetheart, please just let me take care of you,” Caleb coos. “You’re so fucking wet and I can feel you clenching around my fingers.”

“Caleb -”

“Gonna let me fuck you? Gonna let me be your first and your fucking last?” He demands, scissoring his fingers to open you up before slipping his ring finger in as well. 

Caleb’s fingers are long and dexterous, the perfect length to reach places inside of you that you’ve never been able to reach yourself. He sneaks his thumb into the mix to press harshly against your clit, drawing a broken, high-pitched cry from your lips so needy, you’re ashamed of yourself. 

“Gotta give me an answer, re-mem-ber,” Caleb taunts, punctuating the words with the thrusts of his fingers. “I can make you feel so fucking good. I’ll put you right to sleep, sweetheart. Make you come all over me while I’m fucking you stupid.”

Your insistence on forcing him to explain himself with your missing panties ebbs away with each filthy promise he spews and the need to have him inside of you outweighs it all. 

“P-please,” Your concession is a quiet plea and it’s all Caleb needs to rip your panties off of you. 

He moves down your body to flatten his tongue against your cunt, fingers still buried deep as he works them concurrently, collecting as much of your arousal as he can. You blink back pleasure-induced tears to see Caleb gripping his cock, squeezing it at the base while he eats you out like he’s staving something off and the sight has you clenching around his digits as your second orgasm of the evening takes you hostage. 

“Fuck, atta girl,” Caleb’s muffled encouragements come from soaked, quivering lips as he drinks up everything you have to give him. “Tastes so goddamn good.”

“C-Caleb,” You moan, reaching for him and finding purchase in his hair. 

“That’s it, pull it,” Caleb eggs you on, placing sloppy kisses against your soaked, fluttering cunt. “Use me and my mouth – think I can get you a third time?”

“N-No, need - I need you inside,” You pluck up the courage to voice what you need, knowing Caleb will only grant you what you want when you ask for it directly. 

You whimper at the loss of his fingers but don’t have to miss him for too long, because he’s settling between your legs and slipping his cock up and down your pussy without penetrating it. You gasp at the feeling of his bare cock against you, thick and pulsating with need as he ruts against you, his shoulders quaking with restraint. 

“Fuck, so fucking wet for me,” He grinds out, head falling back at the feeling. “You want me to put it in? Want me to fuck you raw? I’ll give you every last bit of come I have and I’ll fuck that into you too so you don’t waste a single drop.”

“W-Wait, it’s - I’m just dreaming, I can’t -” You blubber, a feeling of panic rising like bile in the back of your throat.

“Don’t worry, as much I’d fucking love to breed you and knock you up so you’re tied to me forever, I can’t get you pregnant,” He scoffs ruefully. “You won’t catch anything from me, either.”

“C-Caleb, what are you?” You whimper, confused but aching for him to keep touching you. 

“Yours,” Caleb deflects and he sounds dejected as he guides his cock so it’s pressing at your entrance, but still looks to you for permission. “I’ll stop right now if you don’t want this. Just tell me. I just need you to come for me, okay?”

You know Caleb isn’t human – that much has been clear to you from the beginning. Though he manifests in the form of the most devastatingly gorgeous man you’ve ever seen in your life, he feels more spiritual than anything. Whether that spirit is malevolent or he truly does exist to please you is unclear, but you’re starting to think that area is more gray than white. 

“Want you, Caleb,” You grind against him from below, lifting your hips to encourage him. “Please, make me feel good. Make the ache go away.”

Caleb’s eyes search yours for any traces of hesitation even though you know he can likely read your thoughts or intentions and the double-checking that you’re okay and in compliance makes your heart flutter in a way it probably shouldn’t. 

“Say it,” He commands.

“Please, just - please fuck me, Caleb, I - ” You whine, cut off by the feeling of his engorged tip breaching your entrance.

“Keep saying my name like that, sweetheart.”

You’re expecting force or a roughness that never comes and are instead soothed by Caleb’s large, gentle hand stroking your cheek as he feeds his cock into you with the other. There’s an intense, building pressure that doesn’t quite hurt, but feels incredibly unfamiliar in comparison to the size of his fingers. 

“It’s - It’s so big,” Your voice is strained as he inches in slowly and you make the mistake of looking to where you’re joined.

Your eyes widen in panic as you realize he’s not even halfway inside of you. Caleb notices your expression and he laughs, his eyes crinkling in amusement when he sees where you’re looking.

“Don’t worry, baby, we’ll make it fit,” He thrusts forward, digging deep into you at a spot you’ve never felt anything reach before. “Look at that, you’re taking me so goddamn well. So good for me, sweet girl. I fucking love you.”

I’m delusional, you think mirthfully as he praises you. I’m actually starting to believe he loves me.

You writhe beneath him as he bottoms out, squirming uncomfortably against him as you try to get used to the feeling of him inside of you. To his credit, Caleb always puts your needs first and he exercises the most monumental display of strength you’ve seen thus far as he stills and allows you to acclimate to him.

“Feel good? Need a second?” He asks softly. 

“Feels good - I think I’m okay,” You confirm, wiggling your hips a little to test your comfort levels.

It doesn’t hurt nearly as bad as you thought it was going to, but with the residual wetness from the two orgasms he’s given you, it makes sense that the glide would be comfortable. Any ounce of discomfort melts into a deep-seated need for him to keep going; to chase his own pleasure after attending to yours so diligently. 

“Caleb, y-you can - you can -” You stammer, unable to find the right wording and too nervous to speak clearly. 

“Huh,” Caleb slowly pulls out of you until just the tip of him rests inside. “I think I remember telling you that you need to tell me what you want from me, didn’t I?”

“You’re - you’re being mean,” You accuse, trembling beneath him in your desperation for him to move.

“Yeah and you fucking love it, don’t you?”

Caleb leans slowly inches back into you at a maddening snail’s pace and leans forward to tug your shirt over your head, a low, appreciative groan wrenching from his lips as he takes in the sight of your bare breasts.

“C’mere,” He demands, tucking his hands behind your shoulders to pull you up to his chest so you’re essentially sitting on him.

The angle changes, gravity working overtime to aid the slide of his cock so  deep inside of you that you can feel him in the back of your throat.

“O-Oh,” You choke out. “Feels - that feels so good, Caleb - I think I’m -”

Caleb laughs derisively against your neck, the breaths of air tickling your skin.

“You’re gonna come already? Fuck, you’re really aching for it, aren’t you?” He teases and your delusions fuel you into thinking he’s sounding softer; less malicious and more fond. “Go ahead, let go for me.”

Your hips move of your own accord and there’s a force that you believe to be Caleb’s doing that aids you in your movements. You’re so close to him that every time he bottoms out, you’re grinding against him in a way that makes you see stars, the pressure on your clit and the filled void inside of you too much for you to handle.

“That’s it,” Caleb encourages when he feels your muscles spasming around him, constricting him so tightly you vaguely worry he won’t be able to pull out of you. “Love this pussy so much - love you so much.”

Caleb’s proclamations are your undoing and you detest how much your body reacts to that word. It’s as if he’s lit a fuse on you and every part of you is exploding; your body trembling so violently as Caleb reaches between the two of you to rub circles into your clit, the feeling so visceral and intense you’re sobbing. Caleb doesn’t stop until you’re falling against his chest, limp and breathing so ragged you’re a hair away from hyperventilating. 

“C-Caleb, can’t - no more, can’t -” You weakly rest your hand against his to stop him, too exhausted to take any  more. 

“So good, love it when you come for me,” Caleb whispers into your ear, slipping his hand from between your legs to push your hair away from your face. “That’s my good girl.”

“Wh-What about you?” You panic, the realization that he hasn’t come setting in.

“What about me? This is for you, sweetheart. Can you handle any more? ‘Cause I think you’re done for now.”

“Please, I want you to come for me, Caleb,” You beg, shakily pulling away from your slump against his chest to look him in the eyes. 

You can feel him pulsing inside of you as he matches your gaze. He murmurs your name like it’s a warning, clearly worried that you’re pushing yourself for his sake.

“Hey, I really don’t need -”

“Please let me suck you off,” You press. “Please, I - I want to make you feel good, too.”

Caleb is silent for a moment, eyes searching yours for any kind of objection or betrayal of your words and he sighs when he finds none.

“You’re somethin’ else. I didn’t even get to fuck you within an inch of your life the way I wanted to because you couldn’t handle it and now you’re telling me you’ve got enough energy for that? Fine.”

Caleb eases you off of his lap, wincing as his cock catches against your entrance and bobs out, drenched with a mixture of your come and his sweat, angry and red with his need to come. You sniffle at the loss and Caleb snorts despite the fact that he’s so pent up. He leans back on his elbows so he’s still able to see you and looks at you expectantly.

“Well? Not gonna suck itself, is it?”

You grin tiredly at him, throwing every last bit of caution you have out the window in your desire to make him feel good. Caleb fights back a laugh as you clumsily lean forward and shakily rest your arms on his thighs. You swallow thickly at the sight of his cock up so close and it looks even bigger than when you had him in your mouth earlier. 

“Pipsqueak, you don’t have to - fuck,” Caleb hisses.

It’s your turn to take Caleb apart as you cut him off by slowly slipping him into your mouth. He’s far too big for you to take all of him, but you apply what you learned earlier and despite the vast space between your different levels of experience, your tongue on his cock has Caleb swearing. His fingers flex and curl into fists at his sides and you suspect it has something to do with him wanting to grip your hair. He fights the urge to just take from you as he lets you explore his cock with your mouth and hand, taking what you can’t fit in your mouth into your fist. 

“Just like that, sweetheart,” He coaches. “Feels so good, baby.”

You wince at the taste, somewhat taken aback by the tang of your arousal and his skin, but it’s beyond worth it when you look up beneath your lashes and you see him panting, eyebrows knit together in a way that makes him look almost angry with how hard he’s concentrating. You take a deep breath and take as much of him in as you can, hollowing your cheeks around him as you suck as hard as you’re able and his reaction has you rubbing your legs together.

“Fuck, that’s it, I - I think I’m gonna come, you need to fucking - fuck - pull off, now.”

It’s probably unwise to ignore him, but you want to show him how good you can be and how badly you want him to feel as good as he’s made you feel. Instead of pulling off, you suck harder. Your inexperience serves to aid you because Caleb loves how sloppy you are with it. The image of you with his cock between your lips with drool and precome dripping down the sides of your mouth makes him growl, the sound inhuman and feral deep in the back of his throat.

“Fucking - P-pull off!” He warns, but the feeling is too good for him to fight off and he’s not about to risk hurting you, so when he hits a new depth in your throat that has you gagging around him, he comes undone.

You sputter around his cock as thick, warm ropes of come splash against your tongue. In a panic, you swallow what you can, but globs of his come spill out of the sides of your mouth and comingle with your saliva.

“Shit,” Caleb hisses as his hips flex with the force of his orgasm, every fiber of his being fighting for him to buck into your mouth as he holds himself back. “I told you to pull off!”

Caleb extricates his cock from your mouth and groans as more of his fluid spills out with it. You have a glassy, dazed look in your eyes and your lips are swollen with the exertion of your efforts, slick with his come and your spit. 

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” Caleb marvels as he leans forward to slot his mouth against yours without the grace of an actual kiss.

Caleb bullies his tongue between your lips, darting out to taste as much of you and him together as he possibly can. He laps up as much of the remaining fluids as he can from your mouth, throat working as he swallows it down. Caleb’s hands find purchase in your hair, deep to the scalp so he can be as physically close to you as he’s allowed.

“C-Caleb,” You pant into his mouth, panting for air he’s not granting you. 

“Love the way you say my name,” He groans before sucking your tongue into his mouth. 

This kiss is longing, deep and greedy as Caleb takes everything from you to your very essence. There’s something real within it; something you can’t place that you haven’t felt in his kisses prior. Caleb doesn’t stop kissing you until your eyelids are fluttering and you can barely keep yourself held up. He lowers you to the bed, carefully placing your head on your pillow. 

“Don’t - don’t go,” You snivel. “You can stay here -”

“You know I can’t, sweetheart,” Caleb sounds crestfallen, that mask of his slipping entirely. 

Am I imagining that?

“Please, come back then,” You’re almost bartering with him, already missing the weight of him against you despite him still being here. “Please come back tomorrow - Every night - I - I need you.”

“I’ll come when you call,” Caleb promises as you close your eyes with the relief in that knowledge. “Get some rest, okay?”

“Need you,” You babble incoherently as sleep takes you as its captor. 

Everything goes black. 

As always, you wake up the next morning feeling renewed. You stretch and nearly double over as a sharp ache blooms between your legs. You frown in confusion until the memories of the previous night flash through your mind, vivid and almost tangible. You swallow thickly as his answer from the night before resurfaces.

“Caleb what are you?”

“Yours.”

[cinnawonbabe]

CREEP

part one

pairings: peeping jungwon x sister’s best friend female reader

warnings: jungwon is a peeping creep watching y/n piss, and shower, masturbation, slight descriptions of intentional self inflicted harm, mentions of blood, slight, but not really, dubcon from reader, oral fem receiving, peeping on her sleeping

overview: jungwon had a weird creepy obsession with peeping on his older sister’s best friend whenever she comes over. he’s done it for so long it became like a game that he didn’t get caught in…. until it wasn’t.

taglist🏷️ : @nayeoniiz

jungwon was sitting in the living room, working on one of his many assignments from university. he was in year one and if he wanted to be the best, he had to earn it. he was so focused on his work that he didn’t realize when his sister walked in, accompanied by her best friend y/n. jungwon studies were soon halted by his sister coming into close proximity of him.

“hey wonnie whatcha doing?” his sister asked, breaking his trance from his work. he looked up and his eyes met with both of the girls. a light red glow tinted his cheeks. the girls knew jungwon had a fat crush on y/n and it became apparent that they took joy in teasing him for fun.

to them, jungwon was this sweet little boy, always caught up in his studies. you could always find his face stuffed in a good book. but the reality of it was far more sinister. little did they know how pervy jungwon really was: waiting until the late hours of the night to sneak and creep on y/n at any given moment. there was one summer where y/n was changing into a swimsuit in the bathroom. jungwon was hidden in the bathtub, peeping through the crack on the shower curtain. he watched her undress from her clothes and slide into her bathing suit while he rubbed one out quietly to the scene that unfolded in front of him. no one knew that this ”innocent” boy had a dark, twisted secret and he liked to keep it that way. or so he thought he could.

jungwon was now averting his attention away from the girls, ignoring their teasing looks. “can you guys just leave me be? i’m studying for an important exam coming up,” jungwon said as he began to collect his belongings.

“aww is wonnie going away? you don’t wanna spend time with me anymore?” y/n taunted. she knew exactly how to rile this boy up. jungwon shook his head, quickly grabbing the rest of his things and fleeing from the situation. he ran straight up to his room, closing the door behind him. he leaned his back against the door, taking a few deep breaths trying to calm himself. his trousers felt tight and uncomfortable. he wasn’t surprised to see how visibly hard he was. he couldn’t help it. y/n looked too stunning, her skin unmarked, so beautifully soft. he just wanted to devour her.

he locked his door and made his way to his bed, placing his belongings on the floor next to him. he slid his hands in his pants and underwear, bringing them down to his ankles before grabbing the lotion from the nightstand next to his bed. he had to fix his little problem now.

he squeezed a decent amount of lotion onto his hand and grabbed his throbbing member. the cold sensation from the lotion caused him to hiss as he stroked it, images of y/n flashing in his head. from seeing her naked, her flawless skin being illuminated by the dull bathroom light, from her unknowing sleeping figure’s chest rising and falling with each breath she took, her lips parting with every snore. oh how he adored her. he quickened his pace, firmly stroking his member to every fleeting thought of y/n. he choked on a moan, keeping quiet so no one knew what he did behind closed doors.

then, his imagination took a turn. he started imagining himself stripping her naked, marking up her sweet, soft skin. he thought about how she tasted, what her insides felt like. it felt so good. and he was so, so close. rubbing his thumb against the slit on his tip, he couldn’t contain it any longer. he was reaching his climax. with a final stroke he came hard into his hands, his body convulsing as he muffled a moan, biting hard onto his bottom lip. he could taste something metallic in his mouth. fuck. he thought. he’s bleeding. he quickly wiped the mess he made of himself onto his clothes and took them off, tossing them into his dirty clothes hamper in the corner of his room. he looked into the mirror next to his dresser. his lip didn’t look that bad, but he needed to clean up quickly. he quietly and quickly rushed straight to the bathroom that was down the hall. he did not need to get caught running naked while his sister and y/n were downstairs. he locked himself in the bathroom, taking a nice hot shower to cleanse him of his sins. it felt good having the hot water running down his body. but, oh how he wished it was y/n’s hands touching him instead.

he washed up using his favorite body soap, then washed his hair afterwards.

after he got out and wrapped a towel around his waist, he stared into the foggy mirror. he wiped it so he could view his lip better, bringing his face close to inspect it better. it was swollen and a small slit was in the middle of his bottom lip. it was very noticeable. how was he supposed to hide this? how will he explain this if he was asked? in that moment an idea popped in his head. he’d fake an injury. he grabbed onto the shower curtain, and fell forward causing a loud bang on impact, knocking the wind out of him. the fall caused him to bite down on his lip and bleed some more.

he heard commotion from outside the door, it had to be the girls. a loud knock soon followed right afterwards. jungwon got up and looked at the scene. the shower curtain and rod was on the floor, trails of blood droplets as well. this was brilliant. the perfect cover up. he opened the bathroom door, drawing gasps from the girls. it was a sight to see. jungwon’s sister look petrified, her brother was bleeding from the mouth, and the bathroom was a wreck. “wonnie, oh my god! are you okay? i’m going to call mom. y/n, please help him!” his sister screamed, scattering away to call their mom.

y/n was at a loss for words. on one hand, she was concerned about the boy’s wellbeing. but on the other hand? she couldn’t help but observe him and inspect his every feature. this was a once in a lifetime opportunity to see a wet and bloody, half naked jungwon. his abs were glistening in the bathroom light, water mixed with blood dripping down his chin, his wet hair messily sticking to his forehead. and as bad as it sounds, he looked desirable to her right now.

jungwon’s face grew hot, drawing her out of her trance. she didn't realize how long she had been staring. she immediately took action, grabbing a face towel and wetting it with cold water to clean his busted lip. he winced in pain from the contact. “oh, i’m sorry!” y/n exclaimed.

“it’s fine. i’m fine,” jungwon reassured her as she continued to clean him up. jungwon’s sister came upstairs to let them know their mama won’t be back until later tomorrow morning, she’s working an overnight shift at the hospital tonight. “so it’s just us tonight?” y/n asked and his sister nodded. “yeah, i’m in charge and mom said to just clean the afflicted area and ice it,” she added, handing him an ice pack. he took it and put it on his lip, quickly thanking them both before heading to his room to get dressed and finish with his studies.

after a while, he checked the clock: 10pm. i should probably head to bed soon, he thought. as was getting ready to head to bed, he heard commotion outside his door. he cracked it slightly open and saw y/n standing there, already dressed in her pajamas and heading towards the bathroom. a sinister smile appeared on his face as he quietly tiptoed out his room and walked in the direction of his sister’s room, peaking in. his sister was sound asleep in bed. it was showtime baby. he quietly made his way to the direction of the bathroom, peering into the keyhole as his eyes landed on y/n. he watched as she slid her shorts down and sat on the toilet, his own shorts now growing tight around him. he watched as she wiped herself, pulled her clothes up and washed her hands before he quickly fled back into his room. he couldn’t risk getting caught like this. he closed his door softly and waited for her to pass by. he heard her footsteps creeping down the hallway, but they stopped right in front of his door. he panicked, but didn’t dare to make a sound.

a soft knock was heard from the other side. at first he ignored it, sliding into his bed and under the covers. “jungwon are you awake?” y/n called out to him, but he didn’t respond. he kept quiet, hoping she would leave soon. but then the doorknob jingled, twisting and the door creaked open. jungwon felt his heart pounding. oh no oh no. he thought. she was coming in. he turned his back to the door, feigning sleeplessness. he heard her footsteps come closer to his bedside. the mattress dipped behind him. this cannot be happening right now. this had to be a dream.

he felt her small hand resting upon his arm and her breath dangerously close to his ear. “i know you’re asleep, but today is the first time i’ve actually seen you outside of that nerdy facade you have,” she whispered into his ear. it sent shivers down his spine. he felt her hand snake under his shirt, her fingertips running against his abs. “i’ve never knew such a sweet boy like you was so beautifully built. it has to be from those taekwondo lessons you’ve been taking,” she added, her hands now playing with the hem of his shorts.

his member throbbed painfully, craving so badly to be touched. he couldn’t hold back any longer. he grabbed her hand, causing her to yelp from the sudden action. he turned to face her, examining her facial expressions. they both stared at one another intensely. “you don’t know how long i’ve wanted to do this,” he said, crashing his lips onto hers. it was rough but passionate. he spent so long, longing for this moment and here it finally was. he never believed in miracles until now. their lips danced amongst each other. her hands now snaking around his neck to bring him closer. he wrapped his arms around her waist, flipping himself on top of her. he trailed kissed down her jaw to her neck, sucking and nipping at her skin. he waited so long for this, he wantedㅡ no he needed to leave his mark. he wanted the world to know that he finally bagged y/n after all these years of pining for her. he left so many love bites on her skin before he moved to rid her of her shirt, trailing more kisses down her body. he took one of her breasts into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue gently on her nipple as he squeezed the unoccupied one with his free hand. small whines escaped from her lips, riling him up even more. he alternated between each breast, edging her on before trailing more marks down her abdomen. he licked a small streak down her navel until he reached the hem of her pants.

he paused and looked up at her, a silent glance for any sign of hesitation. she looked down at him, her breath hitching in her throat as she did so. “please wonnie..” she heaved out. a switch flipped inside his head. he didn’t know what came over himself, but he soon stripped her out of her shorts and underwear, teasingly kissing and sucking on her inner thighs. soft moans escaping her lips. “all those years of you teasing me,” jungwon rasped out against her skin. “now look at who's on the other end.” kissing close to her core, but never touching her there, was driving y/n crazy. she never knew there was a dark side to the kid she grew up with. teasing him all those years only for her to end up being the fool.

she wanted him to touch her so bad. “please wonnie, touch me!” she pleaded with him in a whispered yell.

he smirked, “as you wish princess.” he then licked between her flaps, she shivered from the warmth of his tongue on her dripping wet core. he licked up her juices that threatened to leak out. his tongue dancing on her clitoris. the sensation was magical to y/n. she intertwined her fingers into his hair, grabbing chunks of it as she buried his face deeper into his core. she had never felt this way before. it was all new to her as it was to jungwon. despite the fact that they were both virgins, jungwon seemed experienced in this field. he sucked gently on her clit, plunging two fingers into her core. her back arched from the pleasure. he plunged his fingers deep inside her, curling them as he thrusted them. his moves were precise, accurately hitting all the spots she didn’t know she had. yher moans grew louder with each movement, echoing throughout the room, but she didn’t care. it felt too good. how was he so good at this?

he quickened his pace, bringing her closer to her high as her body started shaking, a knot forming in the pit of her stomach and stretching throughout her body. it was exhilarating, her body trembling with every breath she took. she felt his fingers plunge into the depths of her insides, loving the feeling of how he rubbed her sweet spots. “oh wonnie… i’m gonna-,“ her sentence was cut short by a loud whined out moan of pleasure. her body jolting from the overstimulation, feeling his two digits speed increasing as he finger fucked her through her orgasm. she came hard into his mouth, her juices flowing all over his face as he kept his pace, licking up all her delicious juices. her toes curled as she rode out her high. her body shook from the remaining overwhelming pleasure. as she came down from her orgasm, jungwon placed a final kiss on her clit, peering his head up to make eye contact with her. “how was it, princess?” he asked sitting up. he made direct eye contact as he took his two digits and put them in his mouth, licking up the remainder of her juices off his fingers. she watched intensely, her body craving him more. “phenomenal,” she said honestly. she watched as he took off his shirt and then used it to clean her off before helping her get dressed. “you should probably head back. i’m sure my sister is up now from all the commotion,” jungwon teased, smiling widely knowing he had finally fulfilled one of his many fantasies. she nodded in agreement, pushing herself off his bed and wobbling to the door making jungwon laugh. he found it cute that she could barely walk straight just from the head he gave. he felt accomplished with himself.

right before she left she turned to face him, “wonnie, we should do this more often,” she shyly stated and jungwon’s smile held a dark vibe. it both frightened y/n, yet turned her on. she really liked this side of him.

“princess, this is only the beginning of something beautiful,” he said and with that she left his room, shutting the door behind her. when she got back to her best friend’s room, she noticed that she hadn’t woken up at all. guess she wasn’t loud enough after all. and with that she headed straight to bed, not knowing jungwon was once again creeping on her as she slept. you’re finally mine, y/n. he thought as he started at her sleeping through the crack of the door.

TO BE CONTINUED…..

[antisocialsharky]

ASPD - Reduced To Being Subhuman

Do you know whats its like to be categorically excluded from being human?

Do you know how it feels to know, that no matter how much you work on yourself, no matter what you do, no matter how much you contain your urges and no matter how desperately you try to belong, your entire fucking species has already decided that you are not a part of them?

Its rejection on an uncomprehensible scale. A repetitive slap in the face at every corner. Barely being permitted to walk among them and never more than that.

Fake promises of letting you in, while never stopping to cast you out. Demands of your action and care, while keeping the possibility of actually doing it out of your reach. Its fucked.

"What seperates humans from other animals, is their ability to form deep bonds with others, work together on a big scale, feel deep empathy and care for one another and go against ones survival instinct to protect others out of love"

"If you don't feel empathy, you're not human"

"Art is what connects people, the deeply embedded emotions in it, that can only be felt and understood, if you have what it takes to be human. The ability to feel with others"

"The most important thing for humans is connection and community. Caring about each other, feeling for each other and not having any intentions to harm others"

"Those who harm others are sick and don't belong. They're not human, cus if they were, their empathy and guilt and morals would prevent them from doing it"

If the core of being a human is to feel with others, to care, to connect, to subscribe to morals and to experience all of these things on the regular, that suggests, that those who do not feel that and cannot do that, aren't human.

This would only be an assumption, if it wasn't fucking proven to us in every goddamn moment of our existence.

The world is full of the insistence that without empathy, without connection, without morals, you're not human. It starts with music and books circling around the concept and ends with people using a lack of empathy as an explanation for any depraved thing they can think of.

Its impossible to exist, to consume, to live, without being assaulted by lines and images that question your very right to exist and be a member of this species.

If your love isn't an emotional care for others, its not human.

If your friendship isn't based on deep emotional connection, its not human.

If your care isn't based on genuine distress at seeing the other upset/in pain, its not human.

If your activism isn't based on being emotionally appalled and angry and distressed about what you're seeing, its not human.

If your actions aren't based on morals that are important to you, they're not human.

If you cannot understand art and do not feel moved by books and songs and movies, you're not human.

If you wouldn't go out of your way to save others, you're not human.

If your apology isn't motivated by genuine remorse, its not human.

If your behavior change isn't motivated by genuine care and guilt, its not human.

Not human. Not human. Not human. Never fucking human.

Do you know that they call those who they perceive as not human? Monsters. Sick. Deranged. Insane.

Do you know what things they classify as monstrous and sick and deranged and insane?

• not feeling empathy

• not feeling remorse

• being aggressive

• feeling pleasure at other peoples suffering

• feeling pleasure at your own suffering

• making reckless impulsive decisions

• living in a different reality

• being able to handle and look at topics they find morally wrong

• being obsessed instead of feeling love

• lying and being manipulative

• breaking laws

• not thinking about other people's safety/health

• being self obsessed or grandiose

• mood swings/erractic mood

• and basically every other symptom of all the mh conditions

Its not just behaviors that could cause harm, that make you a monster in their eyes. Its your brain. Its who you are. You will never actually be human in their eyes, because you lack everything they require in order to see you as human.

They make that clear by defining healthy relationships with these human qualities.

They make that clear by having them be part of job descriptions.

They make that clear by having them as community guidelines and rules.

They make that clear by inserting them into laws and judging you based on them in court.

They make that clear by defining their prosocial society based on them.

Without the human qualities, you will never be their equal. You will never get to experience what they do, you can always just watch from the outside and imagine what it might be like.

They make fake promises, telling you, that if only you went to therapy, if only you changed, if only you took those meds, if only you just followed what they told...you would finally get to be human.

But no. They may pretend. They may accept the show you put on as barely passing, but their requirements will not change and you're still not meeting them. You're tolerated, not accepted.

And they still don't want you there. If they did, they wouldn't make therapy so hard to access, they wouldn't continue spreading the stigma in psych lectures, they wouldn't continue refusing you treatment, they wouldn't continue telling you that you're destined for prison, they wouldn't demand for the d*ath pentalty to be brought back for people like you.

If they truly wanted you there, they would change the requirements for what makes you a human being. They don't.

So you do the only thing that is left for you. Your only option.

You find comfort in sickness. You make yourself at home in your deranged insane mind. You embrace the monster.

You adjust to being aggressive first and anything else later. You grow comfortable with the demons in your brain suggesting violent ideas. You get used to your fascination with the morbid and wrong. You learn to tolerate the loneliness and absence of others and your own emotions. You grow okay with recklessly and impulsively ruining your and other peoples lifes every now and then.

You embrace who you are and maybe you push the boundaries and delve deeper into the sickness of your own mind. Cuddling up under blankets of new levels of violence. Resting on added defenses and removing yourself further and further from other peoples idea of what and who you should be.

It doesn't always stop the longing. You might still catch yourself desperately hoping that maybe you can change, maybe you will get to experience those things as deeply and humanely as others do. You might grow frustrated and angry with yourself when you can't. You might lie in anguish, tossing and turning while your brain throws insults at you and repeats how much of a failure you are for being subhuman, not wanted, not perfect.

But maybe the longing becomes less. Maybe you don't need to be angry with yourself quite as often. Maybe you can be understood by other monsters, by others who are sick and insane and deranged. Maybe you can finally talk freely about your thoughts and your emotions and your urges.

Maybe you didn't need to be human afterall. Maybe being a monster is enough.

first posted on my instagram (same @)

[redvexillum]

PSA: RACISM, BIGOTRY, ENTITLEMENT IN HAZBIN HOTEL FANDOM

CONTENT WARNING: Inflammatory hate speech, White hate, political baiting, gaslighting, racism, death threats

The messages I’ve received and am addressing below contain upsetting and harmful language that has no place in any community. If these topics are distressing to you, please prioritize your well-being and feel free to stop reading here. Thank you for taking care of yourself.

I never imagined I would find myself addressing this, but here we are. This post is regarding my recent story, Stay With Me, which has stirred up unexpected controversy due to my decision to imply the reader’s race as white. I want to clarify that this choice was made purely for plot purposes.

The story is set in 1920s Louisiana, a time and place where racial and class dynamics were deeply significant. This backdrop was essential to the narrative’s themes of tension and forbidden love, as it explores the societal barriers that would have made a relationship between Alastor and the reader virtually impossible. The decision to depict the reader as an upper-class white individual was not arbitrary—it was intentional, aimed at heightening the drama and emotional weight of their story.

I deeply value the Hazbin Hotel fandom and the x-reader community. Writing for this space has brought me immense joy, and I’ve formed wonderful connections with both readers and fellow writers. That’s why receiving such hateful and inflammatory messages has been incredibly disheartening. The accusations of racism, the vitriol, and the twisting of my creative choices into something they were never meant to be—this has shaken me more than I can express.

To the anonymous senders of these messages: I want to make it clear that my work comes from a place of love and passion. My intention has always been to tell compelling stories that explore complex emotions, societal norms, and the human condition—stories that resonate with readers on a deeper level. To reduce my work to a political agenda or an act of prejudice is deeply hurtful and entirely unfounded.

I want to echo sentiments shared by Kit (please check out her explanation here), another writer in the fandom, who also explored the racial and class dynamics between characters. Like them, I am fascinated by the tension and drama that arise from star-crossed love stories, particularly when societal laws and prejudices forbid such relationships. Writing the reader as white in this context wasn’t about excluding or favoring anyone—it was about creating an authentic narrative rooted in the realities of the era.

For those questioning why I made this choice, I ask: if you can suspend disbelief to fall in love with a cannibalistic, asexual deer demon, why is the reader’s race—chosen for specific plot reasons—the line you cannot cross? My goal as a writer is to craft stories that make sense within their own context. The entitlement to demand otherwise, or to impose personal prejudices onto my work, is unfair and unwarranted.

I hate that I’ve had to turn off anonymous asks. Some of the most heartfelt and hilarious messages I’ve received have come from anonymous users, and losing that connection with my readers pains me. But unfortunately, the actions of a loud, hateful minority have left me with no choice. I will not entertain further discourse on this matter after this post.

To those who have supported me, who have read my stories and shared kind words: thank you. Your encouragement is what keeps me going. Writing for this fandom has been a labor of love, and I pour my heart and soul into every piece I create—for free, might I add. It’s devastating to feel that love overshadowed by hostility.

I won’t let this stop me from creating, but I’d be lying if I said it hasn’t made me question my place here. To anyone who feels entitled to tear down what others create out of hatred or spite: I hope you take a moment to reflect on the harm your words can cause.

To my true supporters: I appreciate you more than words can express. Your kindness reminds me why I love writing in the first place. Thank you for standing by me.

[astra-ravana]

Shamanism: Beliefs And Practice

Shamanism is an ancient spiritual practice that involves a practitioner, known as a shaman, interacting with the spirit world through altered states of consciousness, such as trance. The goal is to direct spiritual energies for healing, divination, or other purposes.

Commonly Held Shamanic Beliefs

• Animism (the belief that all things, both animate and inanimate, possess a spirit or soul).

• Everything is interconnected.

• There is an alternate reality happening concurrently, often called the spirit world.

• Shamans can enter the spirit world freely, with intention.

• Spiritual journeys are an often necessary part of life.

• The spirit world can be a very real, very dangerous place.

• We are not alone, we have spirit helpers, familiars, ancestors, power animals, our guides.

• Energy has a unique footprint and vital force.

• It is possible to do work while in the spiritual realm that will have a direct effect on "ordinary reality"

The Practice of Shamanism

Shamanism is a diverse and ancient practice with a long history across various cultures worldwide. While it shares common themes, the specific practices and beliefs can vary significantly between different regions and traditions. Here's a breakdown of some key similarities and differences:

Core Practices:

• Spirit Communication: Shamans in all traditions believe in the existence of spirits and the ability to communicate with them. This communication can involve various methods, including trance states, drumming, chanting, and the use of sacred objects.

• Healing: Shamans often play a vital role as healers, using their connection to the spirit world to diagnose and treat illnesses. This can involve removing negative energy, retrieving lost soul parts, or negotiating with spirits causing harm.

• Divination: Many shamans possess the ability to predict the future, interpret dreams, and provide guidance through divination techniques like reading bones, stones, or other natural objects.

• Soul Retrieval: This practice involves journeying to the spirit world to retrieve parts of a person's soul that may have been lost due to trauma or other experiences.

Regional Variations:

• Siberian Shamanism: This tradition is characterized by its use of drums, costumes, and trance states to journey to the upper and lower worlds. Siberian shamans often work with animal spirits as guides and helpers.

• Central Asian Shamanism: Central Asian shamans, such as those found in Mongolia and Tibet, often incorporate elements of Buddhism and other religious traditions. They may use techniques like visualization and meditation to connect with the spirit world.

• Indigenous American Shamanism: Shamanic practices among Indigenous American cultures are incredibly diverse, but they often involve the use of sacred plants, sweat lodges, and drumming. Some traditions emphasize the importance of dreams and visions as a means of spiritual communication.

• Neo-Shamanism: This contemporary movement draws inspiration from traditional shamanic practices but adapts them to modern Western culture. Neo-shamans may use techniques like drumming, meditation, and plant medicine to induce altered states of consciousness and connect with the spirit world.

Key Differences:

• Spirit Guides: The types of spirits shamans work with can vary widely. Some may focus on ancestral spirits, while others may work with nature spirits, animal spirits, or deities.

• Rituals and Ceremonies: Different cultures have unique rituals and ceremonies associated with shamanic practice. These can range from simple personal rituals to elaborate community events.

• Training and Initiation: The process of becoming a shaman can vary significantly. Some traditions involve formal apprenticeships, while others rely on personal experiences and spiritual quests.

It's important to note that shamanism is a living tradition that continues to evolve. As cultures change and adapt, so too do shamanic practices. While there are many differences between various forms of shamanism, the core principles of connecting with the spirit world, healing, and divination remain central to this ancient and powerful tradition.

[the-crystal-femmes]

Hello! We wanted to make this post in regards to the banning of TikTok in the United States, and the potential influx of TikTok users onto Tumblr! We've heard that individuals may be curious as to what a physical alterhuman is, and as a system who is bodily physically alterhuman, we are more than happy to explain it by revamping our original explanation.

So, that being said

What is a physical alterhuman?

// pt: what is a physical alterhuman //

A physical alterhuman, as the namesake implies, is someone who identifies as alterhuman on a physical level. There is NO set experience for this, just like every other way of experiencing alterhumanity.

Examples of this include, but aren't limited to;

Being able to transform into an alterhuman being, a headmate in a system who may see the body as a physical alterhuman when they front, the "human" appearance being a veil or a glamor, the body simply being alterhuman, etc

Personally, we fall under the category of believing our body's "human" appearance is a veil, and we speculate we are, in reality, a shapeshifter.

A common misconception that's around the alterhuman communities are that ALL physical alterhumans are delusional. And your first instinct may be to try to defend by saying "not all of them are delusional!"

Well, I wanted to say that, even if someone's physical alterhumanity is caused or influenced in any way by delusions, they are still 100% valid and shouldn't be shunned away due to experiencing something like this.

Someone being physically alterhuman for ANY reason doesn't give anyone the right to try to "reality check" them, identity police them, ridicule them, or hate on them. Even if you're trying to do these things in "good intent", you're most likely doing more harm than good! You're talking to a stranger on the internet that you don't know the full story of, and you definitely don't know what's on their kind.

And you may be uncomfortable with physical alterhumans, but if you are, then just steer clear of us! No one is forcing you to be around us, and your discomfort doesn't give you a right to try to push us out of the community. You may think we are "scary" or "too weird", and to that, I say open your eyes.

If you want to discuss this post, civil discussion is your key to go, so please remain civil in the reblogs and replies! And if you have any corrections, input is appreciated.

- Lemon (it/her/him) and Dewdrop (she/zem)

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[Dividers by cafekitsune]

[fuckmeyer]

ALSO CARLISLE AND EDWARD ARE DEFINITELY MATES!!!!

one of the overlooked horror aspects of Twilight unrelated to Bella & Edward's romance is 200-year-old Carlisle Cullen changing 17-year-old Edward Masen, a boy so sick he couldn't even consent to becoming a vamp.

Edward says Carlisle was lonely and wanted a companion. but what kind of "companionship" can a man get from a child? Carlisle was desperate, sure, but he could have picked anyone dying during the influenza pandemic to be his companion. why Edward?

imo, Carlisle didn't want a companion in the sense that he wanted an equal partner. Carlisle wanted someone he could care for forever without having to worry about them dying. he wants to play the role of caretaker because—up until this point—it's the role he knows best and the only role he's comfortable with. because the influenza pandemic put this image of himself in jeopardy (as he has to watch countless die of a novel disease he cannot treat), Carlisle looked to someone who could reaffirm his role. Carlisle doesn't want a relationship between equals—he wants validation that he'll always be needed in this world. what better way to do that than to change a young boy who will never mentally progress beyond 17?

the argument here is, "oh, well Carlisle treated Edward's mom who made him promise to save her son." it begs the question why THIS plea is the one that gets to him. was this the first time a 200-year-old doctor got pleas from his patients to save them? i highly doubt no one on their deathbed ever thought to appeal to the Mysteriously Perfect Hot Doctor to save their life by any means necessary.

which leads me to believe Edward being turned is not just the result of a) Carlisle being lonely, b) a "noble" man making a promise, or c) the pandemic creating ripe conditions for someone to disappear, but also, e) an implicit desire to reaffirm his role as caretaker in a moment of self-doubt; plus bonus, d) a worse fifth thing

[trans-axolotl]

"While 988 represents a significant expansion of crisis care, it also represents an expansion of location tracking capabilities and nonconsensual practices in social support services. 988 policymakers have adopted and defended the practice of nonconsensual intervention, disregarding the voices of hotline users, psychiatric survivors, human rights organizations, and crisis care experts who condemn the practice. In addition to defending non-consensual intervention, 988 administrators have advocated to increase the surveillance of hotline users, asking the federal government to grant the Lifeline unprecedented location tracking capabilities. Simultaneously, the Lifeline has avoided calls for transparency and maintained secrecy around the number of non-consensual interventions their hotlines are initiating and the negative consequences that helpseekers have faced as a result. Undeterred by the contradiction of the life-threatening harms that can be caused by non-consensual interventions, 988 officials continue to make claims that the use of these interventions allows them to better achieve their goal of providing “life-saving services.”

Since its creation, the 988 Suicide and Crisis Lifeline has increased its reach to the U.S. public through a national marketing campaign. In this campaign, 988 regularly advertises itself as a “private” and “confidential” resource for people in crisis, offering a safe space to discuss one's struggles. Not included in this advertising is any disclosure about the possibility of emergency interventions, which can include law enforcement, and in particular that such interventions can occur without a helpseeker’s knowledge or consent. In spite of efforts by advocates and survivors of non-consensual intervention, 988 officials have continued to obscure the policies and practices that render their advertising misleading and dishonest. This lack of transparency has meant that the public is largely unaware of the potential negative consequences of calling 988. Despite good intentions in its design, in reality, 988 has created another pipeline for people experiencing crisis to come into contact with potentially unwanted and unhelpful interventions. These interventions can ultimately harm, traumatize, and discourage people from reaching out for help."

-The Problem With 988: How America's Largest Hotline Violates Consent, Compromises Safety, and Fails the People. Safe Hotlines Report, 2024.

[novlr]

Do you have any tips on how to write a character who’s being manipulated?

Your blog has been very helpful to me! :) thanks a lot

Quick Tips for Writing Manipulative Characters

To convincingly write a character who is being manipulated, you must first understand how to write a believable manipulator. Often hidden in plain sight, manipulators pull the strings, guiding the actions of those who are often unaware that they're dancing to someone else's tune.

Let’s look at manipulators as puppet masters, exploring how they function and how their actions echo throughout your story. By understanding the manipulator, you'll better equip yourself to create realistic characters who are unwittingly under their sway.

How do they behave?

Play the victim to garner sympathy

Charming and persuasive

Twist and distort the truth to suit their agenda

Play mind games

Are silver-tongued

Passive-aggressive when confronted

Use guilt to control others

Don’t hesitate to lie or deceive

Demonstrate a sense of entitlement.

Project their feelings onto others

How do they interact?

Play different roles with different people

Prefer indirect communication to direct confrontation

Gaslight others, making them doubt their own perceptions

Shift the blame onto others

Exploit others' vulnerabilities

Use people’s secrets against them

Make others feel obligated or in debt to them

Use flattery to get their way

Create conflict between other characters

Deliberately create confusion and chaos

Describe their body language

Maintain intense eye contact

Use touch to seem friendly and intimate

Facial expressions often don't match their words

Use large, expressive gestures to dramatise

Have a confident and exaggerated posture

Soften expression to look more trustworthy

Smile artificially or excessively

Lean in close, invading personal space

Mirror others’ behaviours to seem more likeable

Mimic emotions they may not feel

Describe their attitudes

Believe they are always right

Feel entitled and superior

Lack empathy

Highly competitive

Often impatient and intolerant

Controlling and like to be in charge

Rarely apologize sincerely

Often play the martyr, acting self-sacrificing

Can be sceptical of others’ intentions

Kindness is often an act

Positive narrative effects

Paradoxically, manipulative characters can have a positive narrative effect on those they manipulate. These characters can act as a catalyst for change, pushing others to unlock hidden potential and indirectly teaching them to be more cautious. In the face of manipulation, characters can mature and grow resilience.

Manipulative characters can also reveal people’s true natures by tricking them into revelations or by fostering unity as others band together against them. Furthermore, their actions can create dramatic plot twists, make people question their own perceptions and realities, and add intrigue.

Negative narrative effects

Manipulators can cause emotional and psychological distress, breed distrust and insecurity, and disrupt relationships and friendships. These characters often lead others to make damaging decisions, creating a toxic environment.

By exploiting and exposing others' vulnerabilities, manipulators make individuals question their self-worth. The extent of their manipulation can even cause physical harm and lead to the downfall of other characters. Their lasting legacy? Emotional scars that define their victims long after the manipulator has exited the narrative.

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"Never let your sense of morals prevent you from doing what is right." 

Isaac Asimov

Reciprocity

The full quote is usually stated as "Whatever you are looking for is also looking for you," and it essentially means that the thing you actively seek in life is also actively seeking you out, often interpreted as a message of optimism and the power of intention. 

Key points about this quote:

Origin: While not definitively attributed to one person, it's often linked to the philosophy of Sufi poet Rumi, whose famous line is "What you seek is seeking you." 

Interpretation: This quote is generally understood as a positive affirmation, suggesting that if you put your energy towards finding something, it will likely appear in your life as well. 

Law of Attraction: Some people connect this quote to the concept of the Law of Attraction, which states that your thoughts and intentions can attract corresponding experiences into your life.

ethos

/ˈiːθɒs/

the characteristic spirit of a culture, era, or community as manifested in its attitudes and aspirations.

"a challenge to the ethos of the 1960s"

Similar: spirit, essence, character, quintessence, motivating force, morality, principles, ethics

"Actions speak louder than words" 

is an idiom that means what someone does is more important than what they say. It's often used to describe a situation where someone's actions don't match their words. 

Karma is an ancient Indian concept that refers to an action, work, or deed, and its effect or consequences.

Karma

Karma, in its essence, is the principle of cause and effect, rooted in ancient Indian philosophy. It suggests that every action—whether physical, verbal, or mental—has consequences that shape an individual's future, either in this life or in future incarnations. The idea is that positive actions lead to positive outcomes, while negative actions lead to suffering or undesirable consequences. Karma is often seen as a law of the universe that encourages ethical living, responsibility, and mindfulness, urging individuals to act with compassion, integrity, and awareness of the interconnectedness of all beings.

“I am a unique individual human being, breathing into the vastness of space and the essence of time, shaping my reality and affirming in existence.”

― A Abraham

This quote by A Abraham expresses a profound sense of self-awareness and empowerment. It acknowledges one's individuality as both a vital part of the universe and an active force in shaping reality. The words emphasise the significance of personal agency, as if each person is a living force that contributes to the unfolding of time and space. It reminds us that our existence is not just passive but transformative, affirming the unique mark we leave on the world through our actions, thoughts, and presence.

“Everyone should be respected as an individual, but no one idolised.”

― Albert Einstein, Einstein on Politics: His Private Thoughts and Public Stands on Nationalism, Zionism, War, Peace and the Bomb

This quote by Albert Einstein emphasises the importance of recognising each person’s inherent worth while avoiding placing anyone on a pedestal. Respecting individuals for who they are, without elevating them to an unrealistic or unattainable status, promotes equality and a sense of shared humanity. It encourages us to appreciate people's unique contributions without turning them into idols or expecting perfection. This perspective fosters a more grounded, humble approach to relationships, where admiration doesn't lead to undue reverence, and individuals are valued for their true selves.

Whatever is hurtful to you, Do not do to any other person.

A command based on words of Jesus

This teaching, often referred to as the Golden Rule, aligns with Jesus' words in the Gospels: "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you" (Matthew 7:12, Luke 6:31). It’s a profound moral principle that encourages empathy and compassion. The idea is simple yet powerful—before causing harm to others, we should consider how it would feel if the same were done to us. It promotes respect, kindness, and understanding, urging us to treat others with the dignity we wish for ourselves.

“Well, I like to eat, sleep, drink, and be in love. I like to work, read, learn, and understand life.”

― Langston Hughes

This quote by Langston Hughes beautifully captures the balance between life's simple pleasures and the pursuit of knowledge. It reflects a holistic approach to living, where enjoyment and love coexist with work, learning, and personal growth. Hughes celebrates the richness of both the sensual and intellectual aspects of life, emphasising the importance of savouring each moment while also striving for deeper understanding. It’s a reminder that life is about finding harmony between the things that bring us joy and the things that help us grow.

“If you can't explain it to a six year old, you don't understand it yourself.”

― Albert Einstein

This quote by Albert Einstein speaks to the importance of clarity in understanding. If we can explain complex ideas in simple terms, it indicates a true mastery of the subject. The ability to break down concepts to their most basic, understandable form reflects deep comprehension and insight. It encourages us to seek simplicity in communication and understanding, ensuring that we don't just know something, but that we can effectively share it with others, regardless of their age or background.

“Life is a journey through space and time. 

Time is the ever-present moment in motion. 

Invest in minds that are full of ideas, concepts, and resolve. 

Together, we can create a better future for ourselves and for generations to come.”

― A Abraham

This quote by A Abraham beautifully captures the essence of life as a continuous journey, where the present moment is a constant flow of time. It emphasises the value of investing in the minds of those who are driven by ideas, concepts, and determination. The message inspires collective effort toward building a better future, highlighting the power of collaboration and forward-thinking. It reminds us that each step we take, guided by purpose and knowledge, shapes not just our own destiny but also the world we leave behind for future generations.

"Sometimes you have to distance yourself to see things clearly.”

― A Abraham

That's a powerful statement. Taking a step back or distancing oneself from a situation can often provide the clarity needed to gain perspective. It allows for a broader view, free from the emotional or immediate impulses that may cloud judgment. This space can foster better decision-making, insight, and understanding, especially when navigating complex situations or relationships. Do you find yourself reflecting on this idea in relation to something specific?

“Don't ever fill Silence and Empty Spaces with Evil Voices and Useless Objects respectively. 

One will Infect your Mind, The other will Make You A Slave.”

― A Abraham

That's a powerful quote, reflecting the importance of being mindful of both external influences and the things we allow into our lives. Silence is a space for reflection and clarity, and empty spaces, when filled with distractions or meaningless possessions, can hold us back from true freedom and purpose. It seems to encourage cultivating wisdom by guarding both the mind and the environment.

“People will love you. People will hate you. 

And none of it will have anything to do with you.”

― Abraham Hicks  

This quote by Abraham Hicks encapsulates a profound truth about human relationships and perception. It highlights the idea that people’s feelings toward you often stem more from their own perspectives, experiences, and inner worlds than from who you truly are. It’s a reminder to stay authentic and not be overly influenced by external validation or criticism.

“You will become way less concerned with what other people think of you when you realise how seldom they do.”

― David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest

This quote beautifully highlights the human tendency to overestimate how much others focus on us. It's a liberating reminder to prioritize self-awareness and authenticity over the fear of external judgment. Most people are preoccupied with their own lives, which means we often have more freedom to be ourselves than we might think. It's a cornerstone of confidence and personal growth.

“You can make more friends in two months by becoming interested in other people than you can in two years by trying to get other people interested in you.”

― Dale Carnegie, How to Win Friends & Influence People

This quote from Dale Carnegie underscores the power of genuine curiosity and interest in others as the foundation of meaningful relationships. It reflects the idea that people are naturally drawn to those who make them feel valued and understood. By shifting focus from seeking attention to giving attention, you build trust and rapport more effectively.

“Any fool can criticise, complain, and condemn—and most fools do. 

But it takes character and self-control to be understanding and forgiving.”

― Dale Carnegie, How to Win Friends & Influence People

This quote highlights a profound truth about human interaction: it is far easier to judge and find fault than to exercise understanding and forgiveness. Dale Carnegie emphasizes that these qualities—character and self-control—require emotional maturity and strength. Practicing understanding and forgiveness not only nurtures relationships but also fosters personal growth and resilience.

“Live amongst people in such a manner that if you die they weep over you and if you are alive they crave for your company.”

― Ali Ibn Abi Talib

This quote by Ali Ibn Abi Talib highlights the importance of living with kindness, integrity, and generosity. It encourages us to build relationships that leave a lasting impact—where our presence is cherished, and our absence is deeply felt. The essence is to live in a way that others appreciate, respect, and miss us, both in life and in death. It's a reminder to be present and meaningful in the lives of others, fostering love and genuine connections.

“No two things have been combined better than knowledge and patience.”

― Hazrat Muhammad

This quote attributed to Hazrat Muhammad (peace be upon him) beautifully encapsulates the synergy between knowledge and patience. Knowledge allows us to understand, make informed decisions, and grow, while patience ensures that we endure challenges, give ideas time to mature, and navigate life's complexities with wisdom.

The combination of these two virtues is a recipe for success, as knowledge without patience can lead to haste, and patience without knowledge can lack direction. Together, they empower us to persevere and make meaningful contributions.

“The truth will set you free. But not until it is finished with you.”

― David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest

David Foster Wallace's quote from Infinite Jest encapsulates a profound truth about the nature of self-awareness and growth. It suggests that truth is transformative but often disruptive—it doesn’t grant liberation until we fully confront and grapple with it, no matter how challenging or uncomfortable.

This can resonate deeply with anyone pursuing personal growth, as true freedom often requires facing hard realities and breaking through illusions about ourselves or the world.

“Life is hard. Then you die. Then they throw dirt in your face. Then the worms eat you. Be grateful it happens in that order.”

― David Gerrold

This quote by David Gerrold brings a darkly humorous perspective on the inevitability of life’s challenges and death. It’s a reminder of the transient nature of our existence, suggesting that despite life’s hardships, the order of events allows us to experience life before its end. It’s a way of encouraging gratitude for the time we have, even if it seems fleeting or difficult. The humour in it may also serve as a coping mechanism to remind us not to take life too seriously, embracing both its struggles and its brevity.

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Me when Timmy Turner is a perfect allegory of abuse and neglect from a child's perspective, how while def not intended, the fact the show is mainly from his perspective can explain how cartoonish his parents seem to be as well as the people around him, when in reality his parents, babysitter, and teacher aren't actually as humorous as Timmy perceives them but he's actually in a lot more danger/harm then the audience can see. I know it’s not the intent but if it was it would be almost perfect, his escapism getting more and more intense and his fairies seeming more more close due to the fact they can see how horrible Timmy’s life in general actually is. Like whenever people say “Why does Timmy have fairies and not Chester”, it’s cause Chester isn't miserable.

Chester is happy where he is, and he loves his dad and his mobile house, which is why he doesn't need a fairy’s. Compared to Timmy, where he dosent have much to be happy for, he doesn't have that dad who will say he’s proud of him and watch Sunday Cartoons. He dosent have the freedom of doing what he wants cause of the fact Vicky is his baby sitter (I know Vicky is also Chester’s, but it’s assumed that it’s def not as much as Vicky babysits Timmy almost every single day, leaving little room for other kids.)

Anyway back to my main point- when you actually properly look at what Timmy has to deal with, the whole cartoonish sitcomey/none of it is in the next episode, makes sense, cause he's a kid! He thinks that people are just idiots, not that this is out of genuine uncaringness, or true neglect. Its why Cosmo and Wanda never seem actually concerned, cause this is how TIMMY sees the world, and in his eyes his parents are loving but just busy, rather then uncaring people who don't actually take time for his son, and the only people who actually love him for who he is are creatures from a whole other world! How the people in his life arent failing him personally, their just "cranky adults" when in reality now that we've seen Hazel + other kids parents, it really is just Timmys life. Hell if Dev was the main character of Fairly Odd Parents a new wish, there would be a good chance his dad would seem a bit better, cause when your a kid 9/10 you don't think your life is actually shit. He probably thinks that his life is normal and its just him, when in reality, he deserves so much better :(