#IM SO INCREDIBLY UNCOMFORTABLE AND HORRIFIED

[auroreliis]

what if reader had k*lled someone before and the batfam (yandere) dis not know like «I dont need your damn protection» reader said to the batfam «but the world is so dangerous out there and your just a baby» the batfam said to reader « B!TCH I have k*lled someone the f you mean im a baby?!?» the batfam with horrified expresion «WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!»

That last little part is a funny little over dramatic way it might go.

Oh, you are COOKED. (Do pardon my use of brainrot language...)

CW: mentions of murder...obviously

The first thing they do is isolate you in a room and keep you there for a while until they figure out what to do with you (and so you can think about what you've done).

What happens next? Therapy sessions, which they all agreed on.

Don't worry, you will tell them everything, specifically Bruce, since he's the one carrying out the therapy sessions.

"Why did you kill that person?"

"How do you feel about it now?"

"Do you regret it?"

"How do you feel after our conversation?"

He pities the person you ended up killing and feels a little disappointed. A life was taken by you, an innocent person's life. He didn't raise you like this, did he...?

However, he also pities you. Unless you are trained to kill someone, it breaks you. He's seen it so many times, people commiting murders and then panicking, breaking down, because they couldn't live with the consequences of their actions.

You're a mere civilian, how could you ever have been exposed to that kind of environment? How could he let this happen? No, it is his fault for waiting so long before saving you from the world. He will teach you why it's wrong. He will make sure you heal and never take another life again. After all, it is his job as your father to guide you in life.

That's right, the only reason you could've done it is because you didn't know any better. You are a mere child in this old, cruel world, after all.

In the end, he holds himself accountable. He should've done better. He should've protected you better from the cruel world you live in.

Dick would be shocked. His little birdie, his angel, killed someone? Impossible. You're so innocent, like a baby, so how could this be true? He would take some time off to come to terms with the fact that you're not the kind of person he expected. When he comes back, after a week, he seems slightly distant.

With time, following your therapy sessions, he will return to his normal, clingy, annoying self. However, you can't help but wonder why he was acting so weird that one week.

Despite the fact that he also kills people, Jason is incredibly suprised and disappointed after hearing that you killed someone. Unlike everyone else, he feels anger. You're so young, so innocent, you grew up in a place where murdering someone was not necessary, so why would you do it? He doesn't kill people because he wants to, he only does it because he needs to. But you didn't need to do it.

That's what upsets him most. You chose to do it. You willingly took a life.

Despite being so hurt, so broken, he still feels an ounce hesitation when killing people, so how come you, someone who didn't go through what he did, could kill someone in a situation that wasn't even self-defense? Nothing could possibly justify it! And here you are, proudly announcing it to them. You should be ashamed.

He kills murderers, so what should he do with you? Does that make you as bad as the criminals he kills? God, he doesn't even want to think about it.

Jason won't get over it for at least a month. He'll be very distant around you and won't be seen smiling for a long time. Towards you exclusively, his behaviour becomes incredibly bitter. In fact, he's the one who most strongly encourages Bruce to carry out the long, grueling therapy sessions. He really thinks it'll do you good...

Tim's reaction would be more mild than expected. He would certainly feel uncomfortable with the fact that you seemingly feel not an ounce of guilt or regret. However, he wouldn't change his behaviour too much for too long.

During the first week, he'd be a bit more careful with his affection towards you. No, it's not because he's scared. He simply wants to observe you and see how effective the therapy sessions are. If he feels that your attitude towards murder hasn't changed, he would encourage Bruce to be more intense during the therapy sessions.

He would be more careful with the activities he offers you, since Bruce called a meeting with everyone to establish more rules, those being directed at Tim mostly. Tim's "cool, lenient older brother"-act needs to change.

From now on, no crime films or shows (especially not any violent ones), no crime documentaries, no crime or detective books, no vular language, no threats towards anyone or anything and for at least 14 months, no leaving the manor.

This change will probably be permanent.

[skys-archive]

Solidarity has got to be the best thing I've ever experienced

People who understand my queer identities? Like women but don't date them and oh so incredibly attracted to men and any non woman? People who understand my gender where I want to push to boundaries of gender presentation - be a masculine woman and a feminine man and everything in between but really I am neither I am simply myself and those who understand that truly understand who I am. The alloaces who aren't fully ace. Maybe you want sexual sometimes its just really easy to get uncomfortable. Wanting to give and not receive or receive and not give people who still love romantically and deeply but simply don't fully want the sexual experiences. Polyamorous solidarity? Supporting each other and giving advice and understanding that loving multiple doesn't disregard the love for one. Queer solidarity is truly beautiful and finding people that find the same way as me is so hard but so rewarding

What about cripple solidarity? People who understand spoons and how it's can be so hard to function with the amount of pain and brain fog we're in every day. I love celebrating the little victories with each other the things that are so hard for us but not everyone thinks of. In real life i don't know anyone who's disabled but online I've come to such a wonderful community full of support and love and care and I love all of you. It's so hard to find people that understand and take everything seriously.

Neurodivergent solidarity. Finding other people that struggle with paranoia and hallucinations and delusions. Things that are so horrifying that no one seems to understand. The solidarity between those who understand is incredible. We're there for each other through the pain and sorrow and fear that we can face every single day. Im going to be honest, I don't know anyone in real life or online well that struggles with this. But if solidarity in my queerness and disability has been so wonderful I can only imagine.

Solidarity is the best I can imagine how to feel. To be understood and seen and the care that comes with it.

[jetblkhotelmirror]

every single person with an instagram account needs to go follow motaz (@/motaz_azaiza) on there immediately. i wont lie, the videos and pictures he is posting are horrifying. he is showing us dead bodies of children, hands, arms, legs, and torsos ripped violently from the rest of the bodies. hes showing us people with broken bones sticking out of their legs. hes showing us fires. hes showing us collapsed buildings. hes showing us deaths more painful and violent than most of us could ever imagine.

it is so incredibly painful, but we have to watch. watching reporters like bisan (@/wizard_bisan1) are important too, of course, but i think a lot of people are only watching those reports, where, most of the time, its filmed like a (very somber and horrifying) vlog. they show the bombings and atrocities, but not to the same level. accounts like bisan's keep us informed and up to date on the movements and actions of israel and on the suffering of the people moving from place to place because they are constantly being driven further away from their homes, and motaz's show us the horrible aftermath. today alone he showed us dozens of dead and dying bodies, people trapped under rubble, and dismembered body parts flung from the bodies they belonged to. both types are so important to watch, and we cant choose the ones that are "easier" just because we are uncomfortable

its so so important that we see it, all of it. we have to be willing to watch, however horrifying it is, because we cannot allow this event to be erased from history. we cannot turn away out of discomfort when the people of palestine are being forced to live through this.

go follow every palestinian reporter you can find, and then actually watch, all the way through, ANY content they post. they are risking their lives to show us what is happening there (literally, reporters and press and their families have been targeted by the iof for showing us whats really happening), and they deserve to be listened to. if you know of any others, please let me know who and what platform so i can follow them, its so important that we get out news from the source. im only following bisan and motaz rn bc those are the only accounts ive seen, but i know there are more.

dont take your eyes off of palestine. they need us to see whats happening to them

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edit: thank you @4ft10tvlandfangirl for bringing wael dahdouh (@/wael_eldahdouh on instagram), saleh aljafarawi (@/saleh.aljafarzwe on instagram), and hind khoudary (@/hindhoudary on instagram and @/hind_gaza on twitter) to my attention. after finding wael's account i saw some joint posts with hamdan dahouh (@/hamdaneldahdouh on instagram) as well. i just followed them and everyone that sees this should too. the more we can see the better we can know and understand and the more information we can spread about what is happening

[nintendont2502]

An (Uncomprehensive) list of sandwich related crimes I've been forcibly made an accomplice to

- A chicken classic footlong with tuna

- A double meat meatball sub with double chicken classic

- Every type of cheese on one sub

- Steak and seafood

- Literally any sub with seafood

- Subdogs

- A sub being microwaved instead of toasted (disturbingly common)

- An uber order for just a bread roll. No meat, no cheese, no salad - just an uncut white roll. They paid 20 AUD (not including delivery) for something you could get for like 3 bucks at Woolies

- That one time someone asked me to toast their sub three times

- Anyone who pays for beetroot or avocado (I usually "forget" to charge them if no ones looking but sometimes I forget to do that (or they're an asshole))

- That one time there was red shit all over the floor and we genuinely couldn't tell if it was blood or raspberry

- Every time I've mixed lift and Fanta together because it tastes good

- I think I sneezed near someone's sub once. They didn't say anything.

- One time someone bought our entire stock of turkey to feed his dog. There's nothing wrong with that it was just an incredibly bizarre thing to experience at 10 am. Also I didn't know how much to charge him for so I just kept hitting the "Turkey 6 inch add-on" button until it looked right. (Also turkey is the most annoying meat to prep)

- I dropped an untoasted garlic and cheese toastie once. There was mozzarella everywhere

- I also dropped someone's toasted chicken strip's sub in the salad bar once

- The uncomfortable amount of times i/my coworkers have dropped something in the tuna or seafood, and just dug it out and put it back

- There are absolutely no cross contamination procedures here please for the love of God don't even come in if you're allergic to a single ingredient. Everything's touched everything

- sometimes I just stand in the fridge when it's hot and/or I don't want to do my job

- I cut myself breaking down boxes today. I don't know how

- We're meant to count out the amount of pickles we put on subs (6 for a 6 inch, 12 for a footlong). I've literally never done that. I don't know how to count

- My first time working the till someones card never went through and I just didn't say anything until they left. Then I just told my coworkers that the card payment prompt never went away even though they paid. They believed me

- I eat the choc chips left on the trays after the cookies have been flipped sometimes

- Someone broke in once, and all they did was break the toilet lock and leave

- I've eaten melted cookie dough that we couldn't use multiple times

- I've seriously considered eating the raw capsicum multiple times. The only thing stopping me is the cameras

- 90% of the time at work I'm just thinking about homestuck (horrifying)

- I was put in charge of the store music *once* and everyone complained about it. (So did I to be fair - I was playing the first non-explicit playlist I could find)

- Near the end of my shift this woman came in who was *obnoxiously* cheerful. Like she sung and posed when she walked in, she kept yelling at her friends and tapping on the glass excitedly (and dropped the glass screen on my arm). I had to serve her on tje till, and after she told me that she and her friends had had a wild night and were still pretty buzzed, I looked her in the eyes and said "haha I wish that was me right now" in the deadest tone possible

- im like 90 percent sure she was still on something

- this one guy used to come in all the time and order carrot "for colour". I miss him.

- where are you carrot for colour guy :((

- i almost choked on ice at the end of the night trying to prove a point to my coworkers

- one time we were out of almost everything, and we genuinely considered closing at 11 in the morning because we couldn't serve anyone

- I hear the uber incoming order sound in my sleep sometimes

- people keep tapping the glass FUCKIGN STOP WE ARENT FISH

- someone kept tapping the glass with their keys and I wanted to scream

- every time someone pronounces macadamia as "macadamian" I lose a year of my life

- every time someone pronounces Chipotle as "chip-ottel" I gain a year of my life because that shits hilarious

- there was once an hour long debate in the work group chat about what cookies were the best. Someone called someone else racist + claimed they called a homeless guy the n word

- in the same group chat someone once sent shirtless pictures of themself and also this

[andossp]

its so frustrating. because its enraging and horrifying that im just ken could win over the other songs on that list but it makes so much sense that theres no relation to the struggle of a character going through something truly and heart wrenchingly uncomfortable, but mostly white people absolutely do understand the incredibly surface level-no introspection-no work done that was not done for him by barbie-struggle that ken goes through. it makes sense and that's terrifying and so, so so frustrating. 'im kenough' is infinitely more marketable and relatable to the people in charge of making these decisions than 'what was i made for' and the droves of people saying 'well i didn't relate to the other songs' 'well i just think ken is funny' or even the dopes saying 'ken is the real life of the movie' and 'ken carried this movie' are the same fucking people making critics choice decisions

RYAN GOSLING "I'm Just Ken" wins Best Original Song at the 29th Annual Critics' Choice Awards (January 14, 2024)

[the-stoner-wizard]

I watched SMILE and reacted on Twitter here you go:

8:14 PM: Relatively calm.

I’m bored so I’m gonna do a live reaction to the horror movie I’m watching.

1. Holy fuck that suicide scene was brutal, knew it was coming but fuck

2. Campy dialogue, good scares

3. I fucking hate Holly

4. I’d shit myself if I saw that

5. Cute cat, Joel sucks tho

8:16 PM: Focused on lore.

Laura Weaver is a interestingly in depth character with a whole ass police report bring typed up for her, explaining her trigger in all this. Its a cool detail that not many horror movies do they just say “Oh it happened, imagine it :3” no this DESCRIBES it. V nice.

8:34 PM: Oh we’re yelling now.

YOU FUCKING KNOW THE THING IS RELATED TO SMILES WHY ARE YOU GOING NEAR THE CRAZY MAN GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM IT YOU STUPID BITCH HOLY SHIT GO GO GO NOOOOOO

8:36 PM: Calmer but still scared.

I’m so confused and so beyond fucking terrified its not even funny

8:42 PM: Mostly thinking of solutions

In the case of this movie I think I’d kill myself out of sheer blind panic because this shit is so fucking intense

8:45 PM: I don’t why this is what was in my head

Who the fuck names a cat Mustache

8:48 PM: Yelling again, that scar was rough

FUCK YOU DIRECTOR WHAT THE FUCKING SHIT WAS THAT GOD FUCK JESUS I HAD MY HEADPHONES ALL THE WAY UP YOU SO OF A

8:59 PM: Yelling pt2 absolutely brutal scene, pinned the director out of fear and amazement

THE CAT SCENE. THE BIRTHDAY SCENE. IM UNCOMFORTABLE IM SCARED IM CONFUSED THE DIRECTOR IS A FUCKING GENIUS WHO DIRECTED THIS HOLD ON ParkerJFinn DUDE GREAT JOB THIS SHIT IS FUCKING TERRIFYING YOU ARE A DAMN GENIUS

9:10 PM: Again happy with how good it is

The lore is so limited yet beautifully detailed and executed, clearly theres a world behind this and yet, you only get a hint. Characters seem very real, very authentic, very genuine. This is such a great movie. A master craft of horror.

9:39 PM: Mixed opinions on a v good scene

That scene with the sister was brutal, but that scare was fuckin awesome

9:46 PM: This is a calmer section. Good lore

Again another great lore establishment, a natural car convo where a bunch of shit was revealed about the creature and some things that might be argued as a weakness, covered up and also a possible weakness, it was a great natural way to do a exposition dump.

9:49 PM: Pleased but this scene was super scary

The scene where she talks to a previous victim is so fucking well done. The absolute, complete panic, her anger, all of it is incredible, not to mention the following scene where she imagines killing her patient is mortifying

9:56 PM: I have fully appreciated how good this movie is and have no idea how horrifying it’s about to be

The execution of the scene where the therapist turns out to be Smiley (the monster) was so incredibly well done, absolutely spectacular job. I was horrified but also super impressed from a film making standpoint

10:20 PM: I have realized how horrifying it is. I am yelling again.

THAT LAST TWIST WITH THE HALLUCINATION OF JOEL IS ABSOLUTELY FUCKING INSANE OH MY GOD THAT IS AGONIZING ALSO THE COOLEST MONSTER REVEAL FUCKING EVER????

10:21 PM: I am resigned to the ending

And oh fuck she’s possessed Joel is cooked

10:22 PM: I have reached the end of my torture. Great movie. Going to see the sequel with a friend.

Oh my fucking god that ending. The scene where the monster crawls into Rose. Her suicide. Joel’s face. He knows he’s cursed. I need this sequel now. What a ending. What a movie. 10/10. This was great. I am devastated. Jesus shit

[xplrvibes]

live commenting starting in 3… 2… 1…

Today we watch… The Shanley Hotel (*crowd applause*)

Josh!! and the other one (side note, seth gives me the heebie jeebies)

“That looks—“ aww so pretty “—horrifying” oh ok nvm

I love watching colby drive ☺️ boys driving = happiness

“This looks haunted” no it really does actually

fr haunted places and gift shops makes me giggle idk why its like ahh big scary haunted place… and a gift shop

“alright lets sign a weaver to get choked” im… so incredibly down. oh they mean ghosts choking them not… not snc cho… nvm

theyre in a bedroom talking about being choked and i am in the gutter scraping my mind out with a rusty shovel… we are 4 minutes into the video. heavenly father forgive me.

“you can feel it. when i walked in… i’m uncomfortable” just empath things 💅

scotty the medium fan girl i love—- hold up this mfer is using a oujia board as a thing to lean against when he writes 😳

not the miniature raggedy anne dolls 🤦🏻‍♀️

I realise im not commenting on actual content just little things but we’ll get there.

colbys nauseous… strap in folks its starting. “I feel the same as i did in the conjuring” my brother in christ pls… you gon make me anxious thru the screen. i havent seen this episode yet!

ok side bar but officially if colby says he feels nauseous/anxious about a place, it is 10000% going on my ‘this is haunted fo shiz’ list.

he walked thru a door and he’s fine now?? its the floral wallpaper 💯

fr whatever rooms he felt anxious and nauseous in, they gotta investigate there.

“alright, ghosts, im coming down” reminds me of shanes “hey demons its me, ya boy”

this is long. imma make a part 2 - aussie anon

Oh man, I quite enjoy the Shanley. That's another really good one that has a similar vibe to Mizpah in certain respects. ;)

Yea Seth, not a fan.

I have to say, I've been to a lot of haunted places in my life of drifting around the USA. A lot. Any one of them that I walk into that has either a gift shop, or a big binder behind the front desk with stories/photos of all their guests' ghost sightings over the years are always my favorites. I know they're tourist traps, but they're fun lol.

Scotty actually does lives on tiktok a lot. I've come across him a couple times and he's always spoke so highly of them; said they were very nice and he'd gladly do another video with them. I always thought that was sweet considering thay have a whole part in this video where they're like "uuuuuhhhh...." about him lol.

And yea, Colby and his psychic gut strikes again. And it's always just casual throwaway lines that everyone ignores. Ugh lol!!

[h3ntaichrist]

as someone who hasn't had a hard time seeing the grey in most situations, im only just now realizing ive been handling my friendships & relationships in a manner so black & white. it didn't matter how many fights were had, how many times my feelings were hurt or my boundaries crossed, i wouldn't adjust what i was seeking in the other person. it would keep happening and happening until eventually resulting us no longer speaking.

today, for the first time that i know of (& very organically i might add), i adjusted. i saw the grey & i chose its path. i remembered there's no use in saying or implying anything at all. and i fucking adjusted.

i feel like i just woke up today. i feel like ive stepped into a completely different plane of consciousness and its simultaneously exciting & horrifying.

i also recognized some behavioral patterns that have been around for a long while, i just never understood them for what they are. let alone be able to identify them as they happen.

needless to say, its been a incredibly weird day. im counting it as a win, though. because self awareness, while uncomfortable, is a good thing.

its the state of everything else that makes it painful.

[henrychengtual]

OKAYYY ONTO THE EVERYTHING ELSE

dev patel u wonderful man.... i am so glad it didn't explain the entire political situation in depth because it made perfect sense to me and i trust anyone else who is acquainted with politics here..

the things the leaders said were scarily accurate and i thought that the depiction of the underworld and how so many poor people have to resort to illegal means of making a living JUST to survive was aptly horrifying .

the emotions of the actors played a huge role in this too!!! the flashback scene where we see what happened to kid's mom and how his hands became like that... genius . insane . the emotion was very very very out there and raw and bared for the world to see and i liked it so much. the anger, the pain, the suffering, all of it was so palpable it was. a hard watch for me at least

and of course the hijras!!!!! seeing them shown with so much love and respect was so amazing. the scene where he takes of his shirt and they start cheering him on.... yeah. it's really refreshing to see their attraction to people be portrayed as normal or even be acknowledged in the first place and im SO glad he included that scene like.. a bunch of bad bitches cheering you on as u work out? HELL yeah dude.. also the scene right after that where he calls one of them over to try punching the sandbag... so tender so sweet.. i was smiling a lot

AND THE MUSIC oh the music... stellar soundtrack. getting zakir hussain to be in the movie was insanity bhai . i had the absolute honour of seeing him live once and it was amazing holy shit it changed something in me forever. the way he is completely transformed by his passion for the tabla is something that you only really understand when you've seen him play in front of u and it's almost tangible and completely captivating

plus the metal song in the background when the hijras killed all of those men <3 and the fight scene with ooh la la in the background <3 one of my new favourite scenes of all time

AND OF COURSE THE ACTION??? SO GOOD??? he really got in there with it and i ATE IT UPPPP because the action was so visceral and over the top, so much gore and do NAWT get me started on the biting my GOD. i loved it so much and i really admire how he showed all the filthy parts and the camera went rightttt into it!!!! a lot of people complained about the shaky cam and a couple of them were saying the close ups felt uncomfortable but i absolutely loved all of those things because they were what made the fight scenes that much more intense!! and the camerawork gradually getting steadier throughout the movie as he improved my goddd i was so glad it was actually symbolic of his development as a fighter and an individual and not just me reading into things too much.. the shots being so close also made the fights feel incredibly personal and god it hit so hard i loved it so much . it felt scared it felt confused and that's probably how kid felt too so it's amazing that the camera was able to capture the way he saw the fight it made the scenes so much more immersive which i adored!!! i think dev patel should be allowed to bite more people <3

the shots as a whole were gorgeous too there were some really cool dutch angles in there and a lot of sick colour grading and the scene where he tore open his chest was one of my favourites in the movie!!! amazing composition during the ending scenes tooooo i think the shots captured the emotions of the actors really well it was just really really great and i loved it so much THANK U DEV PATEL!!!!!!

okay guys first my initial reactions and then i will really Get Into It

[kbetacygni]

OH MY GOD WHY DID I NOT READ THE WARNINGS

[botanicallyinclinednerd]

As much as I hate the very concept, the idea of Dark!Leon is an intriguing one. What if in 3x13 Morgana went about a more magical route to ensure the loyalty of the knights, to ensure Leon's loyalty? I shudder at the very thought, but like I said, its very intriguing to concider.

[antipathy-arsonist]

HUUNNNGGHH OKAY ILL TRY

(im going to to elaborate on those tags specifically from the. hank j angle because as you probably know i am. incredibly autistic about that guy)

okay so. the thing that im thinking is how after the madness really started [id say around madness 3/4 but if we're talking when shit got awful for hank id say ep 5] hanks never. really going to be as content(?). as he was before

post 3 they live in fucking superhell and nothing makes sense and people are always after you. and you're the big bad beast that everyone is hunting down even though the people who see themselves as "better" than you and seek to stop you have done equally or more reprehensible shit [ dont think we forgot about the abominations and the sleepwalkers jeb... oh yea! and releasing zeds into nexus city! ] but ohh no your the scapegoat this is ALL YOUR FAULT. ALLWAYS HAS BEEN ALLWAYS WILL BE. and yes of course you've done bad things. of course you had a part to play. of course you enjoyed it. for a time

now imagine if the horrifying world you've grown accustomed to fuck, maybe some would say you thrived in, just. went back to the way it was. and yes, while you desperately wished for your life to go back to normal at points, you wished you were the person people loved before or you wished you could recognise yourself in the mirror again. you cant. they went back to normal, everything went back to normal. but you. you got left behind. you're just some broken remnant of a time people would rather not acknowledge. you make everyone uncomfortable because you remind them of the awful things people did to eachother.

what would your purpose be anymore? you grew used to the cycle of living and dying and killing, you feel like its all you've ever known. but what now? in a world where we dont need to kill to survive and death is once again a painful tragedy and not. yanno. Tuesday.

what do people do with you? they can shun you or they can pity you. both seem like bad options to you.

within the era of violence and suffering you wished everything could go back to the way it was and it did. but you didn't. you'll never ever be the person you were again. you became so used to the horrible existence you led that once you got your wish you wanted nothing more than to go back to when who you are NOW, not who you were before, is normal. but nothings normal, you'll never feel normal again.

GRAAHH I WANNA TALK ABOUT HANK J RAAAAHHHH

I WANNA ELABORATE ON THE TAGS I LEFT YESTERDAY BUT I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY

[magpiesbones]

okay OBJECTIVELY. the Jod Backstory chapters are a fucking masterclass in creating a really fucking compelling villain. Like he starts out with a pretty standard and generally admirable motive (last ditch evac for Everyone On Earth) and then it just slowly gets more and more disturbing and uncomfortable while he has Harrow-In-Alecto doing things like picking up glass with her hands. Like the moral degeneration? BRILLIANT. FANTASTIC. watch Jod do something sorta disturbing and then another, slightly worse thing, and then before you know it he has a fucking nuke and a puppet king. The way it keeps getting more and more uncomfortable when he brings it back to the cows? YES. tell me a cow fact, Jod. Then tell me a LITTLE more about this Literal Actual Cult you made on purpose on youtube. The hero complex here is incredible. Look at him go. watch him get caught in the cyclical nature of revenge. And he’s not telling Alecto this so she knows. He’s not doing it for her benefit. He’s telling her this so he can convince himself he was in the right. This isn’t Oh My God What Did I Do, it’s Poor Me And How I Tried To Save The World. Like.

It doesn’t MATTER that Alecto is there. He could be talking to a fucking mannequin. A child. All he wants is for someone to listen to him tell his story so he can hear himself and think he was right to do it all. (Im not catholic but) It’s kind of like he’s trying to have a confessional except he’s both the confessor and god and Alecto is the priest and all that matters is that Alecto hears him and he is absolved. Except that’s not how consequences work. Additionally. It’s Jod Talking Time and Alecto is kind of Not Important to it and vaguely objectified. Like it doesn’t matter who she is just that she can listen. And then when you find out that she’s a human-size Barbie. That is horrifying. She’s not even a person to him she’s a power source and a tool.

[adorable-deku]

im still thinking abt that au where everytime izuku dies he becomes more eldritch, and im thinking about how this plot woukd go.

bc im not sure he would go to ua at all. by the time the hero exams roll around, he would already have died a couple dozen times from vigilante nonsense and a lack of properly trained fighting skills (one might argue that immortality makes those unnecessary). so by that point, hed be pretty goddamn eldritch

glowing, uncomfortably vivid green eyes with pupils that are far too black and paper white whites. no pores, at least as far as anyone can see. if he doesnt make his presence known, he sinks into the shadows but if he does make his presence known, he inspires immediate discomfort and fear. his hair takes on a mind of its own sometimes and is scheming something. occasionally he has a weird persuasiveness that he really needs to explore more? and hes developed tentacles. absolutely wild

hes also seen a lot more of the worst parts of the world. hes had villains take him to the hospital after accidentally killing them. hes seen a hero leave him for dead. yknow, the normal shit

i have a hard time envisioning this izuku applying to ua unless he were forced to go there through some sort of vigilante rehabilitation program.

i dont like that much, though. i do think he would know eraserhead, though aizawa wouldnt know who he was, just that he was a vigilante with some kind of incredible healing quirk, it was odd how it affected so much other stuff though.....

maybe he gets super badly injured but since he doesnt die, he doesnt heal, so aizawa takes him to a hospital, they get the mask off, oh my god its a literal child

aizawa actually learns what his quirk is and becomes even more horrified.

i think im gonna go slightly negligent inko in this one. like she loves her son but isnt willing to rly get involved with his life unless he does smth super out of the ordinary

aizawa gets custody of izuku through some hero system bullshit but izuku already has that detachment to the world and people around him from the effects of dying over and over and over. hes not really touched and doesnt feel much loyalty, though there is a little. he continues his vigilantism. keeps dying.

this couldnt be a happy end bc the basic plot of the story is izuku slowly losing parts of himself through death until he becomes a completely different person

idk maybe he drifts into the league of villains? if afo took his quirk itd be disastrous for the world in general but rly good for the plot

hmmmm..... he does have that whole quirk experimentation lab. maybe they can reduce the effects of izukus quirk? something

or perhaps its like..... the aftershock of death, the changes aren't permanent. like when the deaths pile up, izuku becomes a different person but given time to recover, he returns to himself?

cant decide whether to do that with the physical changes too....

[tg-headcanons]

Submission by @bloodystars

hey...NFSW AHEAD!

im a realation like Mr Yoshimura and Ukina, ghouls find humans tasty so would what would a ghoul giving a human oral taste??? god this is so dumb

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I AM ONCE AGAIN TALKING ABOUT GHOULS GOING DOWN ON PEOPLE

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, ghouls are freaked out by oral sex. Someone putting their genitals in another person’s mouth? Aren’t you afraid they’ll bite them off? How can you know they won’t?

For ghouls it’s something incredibly kinky that most don’t even consider until late in a relationship, and if someone got their dick sucked their friends will bully them for being a dumbass. Ghouls will fuck each other with kagune before they consider slobbery on any knobbery

Ghouls would be very nervous to let someone go down on them, but not so nervous to give head to someone else. If one fucks a human and the human asks them to, they’ll either be horrified to learn what oral sex is, push the human away if they try to start on them because TEETH, or go on ahead and give the human the Gawk gawk 9000 because as long as teeth are far away from their junk this is fine

Normally ghouls bite during sex, it’s just part of the territory with them, so they’re used to tasting their partners. But now they have the new experience of tasting without biting, and with a human partner it actually tastes good

We all knew someone would say this sooner or later: yes they will go for period blood. Free sauce. Semen? Free sauce. Whatever the hell that human tastes like? Food. It tastes good but they probably wouldn’t tell them so as not to make them uncomfortable

It would take way longer for a ghoul to be comfortable with a human going down on them. Even though they can’t break the skin they have teeth and mouths are for biting, though if they’ve been in a relationship long enough they may be willing to try it

[7wanderingpaws]

Captain Bucheon 01

(gif is not mine)

Pairing: Baekhyun x reader (Lee Nari)

Genre: policeman AU; enemies to lovers AU 

Warnings:  langauge

A/N: First chapter! Yay! Super excited! Also, the feedback I got for the prologue - THANK YOU SO MUCH. Im super excited and happy and grateful. Hope you will enjoy this one! ^^

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: prologue

>>>First<<<

Loud screeching was what woke you up. Thundering of footsteps down the corridor made you groan and turn in bed because for god's sake, it was Saturday morning and they just had to be loud at 10am!

Your roommate, lying in the bed just four feet next to yours, stirred awake too, though considering her eyes were fully open, she must have been up for a while now. “I’m glad it’s them waking you up and not me.”

You sighed and managed to smile but you were tired. Life in dormitories sucked, but yours even more so since you were assigned probably the worst dorms in the campus. Having to share bathroom and shower rooms made you leave your comfort zone. But finding toilets in the terrible state you did just purely horrified you. Why weren’t some girls flushing the toilets?!

“You know very well I won’t kill you if you wake me up, Yuyeon-ah,” you mumbled, your voice hoarse. Having Yuyeon as your roommate was the only positive aspect of the dorm life. Some would argue it’s the most important one but you were selfish and you wished you had a private bathroom like the other, more advanced, dorms had. There wasn’t even a kitchen where you could cook your ramyeon deliciously!

“Doubtful,” muttered Yuyeon, amused, and she moved to sit up and start her morning routine while you decided to lie around for just a little bit longer.

Working tirelessly many evenings made you tired and the exhaustion always caught up with you during weekends, where, frankly, you didn't have work. Also, it being the beginning of your second semester, the tension and stress were on but you decided you wouldn't let it affect you too much. You have had enough stress in your entire life and you swore you would become your usual cheerful self.

And you had been, indeed, working on it. But that meant getting over, and hopefully, forgetting everything that happened almost one year ago. Your brother was still in prison and your family, terribly disappointed and in pure shock at what had become of your brother (plus your underage drinking fiasco), you all decided it would be better for you to move to the dorms for the time being. Another story was forgetting about the person who was behind the entire turn-over of your life.

Byun Baekhyun.

You never saw him after that one time he came to your high school. In that moment, you were numb, paralyzed and it hurt to see him. He dared to act like he cared. But over the time, you grew hate towards him. A hate that was weirdly combined with some emotions you really didn't want to pay too much attention to, because they were all based on a fake relationship. A relationship, that was something so beautiful, just for it to end up becoming a complete nightmare. A trauma. A terrible trust issue that you might never be able to get rid of.

It was safe to say that you, Lee Nari, would rather spit at Byun Baekhyun than ever start a conversation with him let alone acknowledge his presence were you to meet him. Not that you were expecting to meet him. After all, you had been incredibly careful - especially around Oh Sehun - in avoiding him by never-ever-ever-ever even coming as much as close to the street where the main Bucheon Police Station was located (but too bad for you; it was literally in downtown Bucheon) and even if you had to cross it, you whined and had to be dragged by your wrist (by Yuyeon). On the good side, there was never a chance for you to cross his apartment building as he lived in a different neighborhood. So that was, thankfully, out of the possible trouble inducing locations’s list.

But still, you couldn't help feeling anxious about spotting him somewhere. The first few months, you might have been looking around with too much hope, wanting to see his real self instead of the ogling at the few photos you had together stored in your phone. Just one glance of his eyes, nose, lips was what you wanted; it was maddening.

Then the flashes of that day came back, ruining every sweet memory, every sweet touch of his engraved into your skin, every stroke of his lips - it all vanished, instead morphing into his stern, burning gaze of which you were on the receiving side. The way he blamed you, the way he wanted to arrest you, and then the way he wouldn't let even your own mother hit you yet he gave you the harshest of punches… The moment of you overhearing his conversation with his tall colleague (you already forgot his name) until your entire world crashed on you. He lied. He never liked you. He never wanted a real relationship with you. He used you to get to you. Byun Baekhyun wanted to arrest you and then he arrested your brother and smashed your heart into tiny pieces. How could you ever recover?

“What, you're not getting up?” shrieked Yuyeon when she came back from the bathrooms, towel hanging around her neck. “The results of the votes are today so you better get up and prepare. You're the school's star, missy,” she grumbled and went over to her table, continuing her complex skin-care routine.

Right.

The way to get over Byun Baekhyun was to live and you could do that thanks to your friends.

Pfft, you had places to be. Forget about Byun Baekhyun.

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Because of your communications major, you somehow ended up in the university’s student council. You were representing your school year but it was still unclear how the hell you managed to win over more than half of your classmates when all you ever did was hide or be with Yuyeon.

You entered Bucheon University with pretty damaged self-esteem, your cheerful self still recovering from the scandal. However, despite always doing something mischievous with Yuyeon neither of you had a huge circle of friends. It was only natural that the two of you did everything together. Even now, it was mostly you and her, plus Sehun and some other friends.  Unfortunately to you, many males voted because of the nature of your chest. The quiet girl with huuuge boobs, they were saying with hushed voices.

“Don’t pay attention to them, it’s you winning at the end of the day,” advised Yuyeon at the time.

So when the both of you waltzed into the seminar room with a round table in the middle and took seats (Yuyeon was there for your moral support), you could only glare at one senior who was sitting opposite you, his eyebrows wiggling as he  shamelessly drunk in your chest which was, as per usual, hidden under an L-sized hoodie. It seemed you could never escape.

When the president of the student council, Chul, appeared you all stood up and bowed to him respectfully even though he was a student just like you. He was the oldest though.

To your surprise, he walked straight over to your chair, throwing a charming smile at Yuyeon, who let out a quiet scoff in return, before leaning down to whisper in your ear, not forgetting to touch your shoulder gently: “May I have a chat with you? It’s rather private.”

When he leaned away, you blinked twice but nodded and followed him outside for a moment. You could hear whispers erupting after you left though you paid no attention to them.

“What is it, Chul?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest. Chul was one of the very few who never got distracted by it and you were thankful. He helped you a lot in your first semester, like finding you a job and teaching you how to drive a scooter so that you could easily do the deliveries while introducing you to some other interesting people on the campus.

“So about the spring festival - I have two things,” he started, his gaze set on your eyes, always making sure he reciprocated the eye contact. “First, you are taking part in the relay running for our team with representatives. Second, you have been requested as the MC-“

Before he could finish, you sighed holding out your hand to stop him, feeling the nerves kick in, not even paying attention to the first news. “Those votes aren’t even valid. They are all mocking me, Chul. Besides, I don’t wanna do it.”

Chul let you finish, patiently nodding. “Well, hence me stealing you from the meeting.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve been requested,” he repeated, emphasizing the last word, “by our main star.”

“I thought we haven’t heard back from the agencies yet?” you asked. You’d written countless emails to various agencies, asking for special famous idols of theirs. To your utter distaste, it also included Siamsa but you couldn’t tell anyone you knew what an annoying, fake bitch she was.

He shrugged. “Well, we heard back from a couple. Siamsa agreed to be the main star of the festival under one condition,” he murmured, lowering his voice. He pointed his index finger at you. “If you’ll do the MCing for her.”

That left you speechless. That delusional woman wanted what now?! “I don’t want to, Chul,” you shook your head, frowning.

It made you wonder why you were getting nervous in the first place. Was it because of her status and having to stand in front of your entire school or was it because of the connection you both shared and that was Byun Baekhyun? Just the idea of having to face her and having to be reminded that she dated your ex made you weirdly sick in your stomach.

He sighed, scratching his neck. “I’m sorry, Nari, but I’m afraid I’m gonna want you to accept it. She is the hottest idol out there and everyone wants her the most. Imagine the attention our university - and especially us, the school council, could bring in. Don’t let us down,” he added gently, though you could sense authority in his voice. Chul was always fair, you had to admit. He never asked you to do anything that made you uncomfortable, never asked you the reason for your reluctance in the past but now he insisted and it showed in his intense gaze.

“I’ll help you with the preparations,” he added, smiling encouragingly. “You’re much more outspoken and talented than you give yourself credit for, so I’m sure you’ll be a star just like Siamsa.”

Well, he really didn’t have to say that last sentence. If there was someone you wanted to be like, it was your good old self. Of course you had more talent, after all you were the big-mouthed one.

Chul patiently waited, seeing that you were mulling over the options. When you looked up at him, you slowly nodded while hating yourself. “Fine. I’ll do it. But-” you stopped him from smiling widely, “what happened with the original voting? Who won?”

“Obviously, you.”

You shook your head quickly. “But I mean who is the actual winner?”

“Not important,” he muttered, brushing past you. “Let's head back inside. Not everyone has the time to sit around waiting on a Saturday.”

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Once the meeting was over, you couldn't wait to spill the news to Yuyeon but needed to wait until lunch time, when you would meet Oh Sehun. You had sent him a text earlier asking if he was still grabbing lunch with you and Yuyeon (secretly you were writing these messages for obvious reasons - you couldn't risk he would be with Baekhyun). Since he had agreed, you and Yuyeon were speed-walking to the cafeteria, both of you hungry.

Once sat down and joined by the tall friend, you looked around varily just to make sure he really came alone. 

Sehun sighed, tired with your dramatics. “I'm alone, Nari,” he rolled his eyes as he was mixing his tuna bibimbap. “And now spill. The both of you have been acting like rabbits on energy drinks.”

Shooting him a frown, you still rambled away for ten minutes, telling them what had happened. Yuyeon knew about Siamsa and your past experience with her and Sehun also knew the vital triangle connection of Siamsa, Baekhyun and you. He still seemed shocked and even uncomfortable when he heard your entire story.

“What made her request you?” he asked after he swallowed a big chunk of food. “I mean - does she even know your name? Your university?”

“And you literally met her a year ago,” added fervently Yuyeon, deep frown wrinkling her forehead.

Just like your friends, you also had many questions but no answers. Mulling over various possibilities, Sehun finally spoke up: “Should I ask Baek-”

“No.” Your answer was abrupt, but cold, empty and harsh to which Sehun winced the slightest bit. Even hearing his name made your heart race fast and hence the sudden cold behavior. Sehun knew you as a cheerful, kind girl so seeing you being affected by his friend to this extent made him quite perplexed but nothing he wasn’t used to by now. It was his fault; he should have known better than to bring him up.

Yuyeon shot you an unsure look but this time, you ignored it, focusing on shoving around the rice in the steel bowl with the spoon.

“You should have declined,” tried Yuyeon.

“I did decline,” you answered eagerly. “I feel like that bitch might have something up her sleeve. If she does, I should be ready.”

Sehun was flicking his gaze between you and Yuyeon, thinking over your words. Surely, things you didn't know about could hardly hurt you, right?

After lunch, Sehun bid his goodbyes to you.

“Where are you off to?” you pouted, looking up at him with puppy eyes. “It’s Saturday, let’s do something fun!”

“I’m going to the running tracks today with my friend,” answered Sehun and ruffled your hair in amusement to which you pulled back and away from his sneaky hand. “Maybe later, hm? I bet you’re gonna do something with the student council anyway.”

“You and your running, aish!” grumbled Yuyeon. “Go, go, we don’t need you anyway.”

“Don’t get into trouble!” Shouted Sehun as he turned to walk towards the gymnasium and the track field. He waved one more time before he had his broad back on you.

You scoffed and grabbed Yuyeon’s hand, yanking her towards the dorms. “Well, making trouble has been more challenging since we are old enough to do trouble,” you exclaimed, jumping a few times to make Yuyeon walk faster. She whined and tried to pull away but your grip tightened and you snickered. “But that doesn’t mean we still can’t go and have fun tonight!”

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“Let’s do one more round.”

“Hyung,” groaned Sehun tiredly, feeling the sweat dripping down the sides of his face. “Enough.”

“One more.” Byun Baekhyun shook his head once before he took off for another round. “Losers will keep losing!” he shouted with a cheeky, handsome smile, running backwards for a bit to check on Sehun and when he saw the tall male run after him in challenge, he snickered and turned back, dashing off into a sprint.

It’d been like this for almost a year. Baekhyun was always a gym buddy with Sehun but in the past eleven months, Sehun became a small, indirect punching back. Whether it was because he suddenly became a mutual friend with a certain someone or whether it was a punishment for being there that night with her, he didn’t know. He didn’t want to know.

One thing he surely did know was that running helped him ease his mind and relax, maybe make him feel a little bit more numb like he so wished to be.

Getting rid of any intruding thoughts of Lee Nari was difficult. He felt sorry for her, the victim of his job. Fooling around with a young girl was not his plan but he knew he did it for the better good. He tried to persuade himself that he did it for the better good while pushing back the need to search for her and make sure she was doing alright. 

As he was nearing the finish line, Sehun caught up with him and they both jogged towards their bags nearby the tracks to freshen up. Sehun was heaving like a parched horse which made Baekhyun chuckle as he reached for two bottles, throwing one to his friend.

“Cheers,” exhaled Sehun harshly and quickly opened the bottle, gulping down the needed liquid.

Baekhyun hummed in reply and waited for his heartbeat to calm down before he would have a sip. “How’s everything?” he decided to ask. “The new semester just started.”

Sehun swallowed and closed the bottle. “It’s just the first week. You know the drill - introductions and boring stuff.”

“Nothing interesting happened then?” Baekhyun was very subtle in hints. Sehun was, thankfully, quick-witted.

“We will have the university festival in May,” he replied with the slightest of smirks on his face. “Siamsa is confirmed to perform.”

Baekhyun wasn’t looking at Sehun and even the information he just heard wasn’t worthy enough to make him pay attention. “Cool. She is an artist after all.” He noticed some girls approaching the track and he felt a small tinge of dissatisfaction. He really liked when the track was only his.

“One of my friends will be the MC. Actually, guess what! Siamsa made a special request. Funny, right? In what universe does a singer of her caliber ask for a mere first year student?”

Baekhyun snapped his head to Sehun. “Why?”

Sehun shrugged. “We don’t know why she wanted her out of everyone... though-“ Sehun pulled a thinking face. “It might have something to do with you.”

Baekhyun sighed, already feeling tired. “I don’t like that one bit. Siamsa is sneaky.”

Sehun nodded. “She didn’t want to do it but her senior kind of ordered her. So I guess she doesn’t have another choice.”

“What kind of senior is that if he makes her do stuff against her will?” huffed Baekhyun, his hands on his hips. “Isn’t he supposed to be there to support her?”

“Well, yeah. He did a lot for her so she feels like she has to do it.” Sehun decided to not share any more than that despite sensing Baekhyun’s questioning stare. He knew Baekhyun wanted to know what that “a lot” meant.

When Baekhyun knew he wouldn’t be getting more out of Sehun, he sighed and tapped his shoulder. “Thanks for telling me.” He moved to grab his bag from the floor when Sehun stopped him.

“Hyung.”

Baekhyun raised his eyebrows in question, waiting.

Sehun opened his mouth but then ended up closing it. Baekhyun was a tough nut to crack. It was obvious he was always interested in Nari’s well-being but him pretending not to do so was frustrating.

“I think-“ he re-started, remembering Nari’s emotionless face when he mentioned Baekhyun earlier that day. He opened his mouth to talk but Baekhyun was faster:

“I think it is better to leave everything up to her, Sehun. She is a smart young woman. If anyone can do well, it is Lee Nari. After all, she is finally able to do everything she was pretending to be doing.”

Sehun snorted a laugh, mockingly rolling his eyes. “And since when did you become so-ugh, respectful about that? Nari is stubborn and doesn't know anything about life.”

“It is none of my concern, Sehun,” replied quietly Baekhyun, looking somewhere off in the distance. “But I know she is stronger than you give her credit for.”

“She might hate you and she might not be over what happened between you two-”

“I locked up her brother,” gritted Baekhyun, “and before that, I wanted to lock her up. What makes you think there is any way for both of us to function normally even if we do meet?”

Sehun sighed. It was difficult to communicate with the both of them. Yes, they were both hurt but goddamn it. Anyone could know they cared for each other.

Baekhyun sensed Sehun's dilemma and so he stepped to the taller male and gave him a curt smile. “Don't push it, Sehun. She will be fine.”

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Sweat was gradually collecting around your hairline until it turned into one huge tear drop travelling down the side of your face. The text message was as clear as the night sky.

Unknown number

drop it at the 1047 unit

top floor

“It's impossible,” you muttered, feeling yourself becoming nervous. You were standing in front of 1047 and it was definitely not the top floor. It was the first floor, just like the first  number indicated. 

Gnawing at your bottom lip, you raked your head about possible connections you could contact when you couldn't deliver the boxes as you were supposed to. There was never a responsible person, only an unknown number sending you messages with the quest and a requirement to always be careful (you supposed the carefulness was concerning the boxes). You would receive a confirmation message when the box was in safe hands. That was it. No unnecessary contracts; just you and the job at hand.

You tried calling Chul, you senior. After all, he was the one who fetched you the job but even he wasn't available at that moment.

When you were just about to lose your mind, your phone rang making you almost drop the box. Thank god for your reflexes. “H-hello? Chul?”

“Hey, what's up?” he chirped.

You told him quickly your problem but you weren't expecting his light voice to become more serious. “You can't find the place? Are you sure you are in the right building- shit, the time is almost up. I'll be there right now:”

Heaving out a breath, you checked your wrist watch. The box was supposed to be delivered within fifteen minutes. How would Chul make it in time for you, you weren't sure but you soon found out when you heard his rushing steps, his phone's screen lit up with the exact information you were provided with.

“Hey,” he breathed, taking in your worried gaze as you gave him an apologetic smile.

“Sorry for the fuss.”

He shook his head once, muttering a single “no need” before he took the box out of your arms and put it down in front of the door. Grabbing your hand he started pulling you downstairs. “We gotta get out of here.”

“Huh?” you looked back at the box helplessly, before you couldn't look anymore, instead watching out for your step on the stairs. “Wait - Chul, I need to fulfill the task.”

He shushed you and before you knew it, you were outside in the chilly air. Dragging you a few more metres, he heard an approaching car's engine and he was fast to push you into a small alley that was barely lit by any street lamps.

“Chul-” you started, frowning. You didn't like him manhandling you like that.

“Do you trust me?” he whispered as he made you press your back against the wall.

“Yeah,” you breathed, eager to hear any information he could provide you with to explain what the hell was going on.

To your utter horror, a police car drove by, but you weren't terrified about why the police car was there. You were terrified about a certain someone sitting in that car and you possibly having to face that certain someone. Just the thought of having to see his shocked or disappointed face yet again made you inwardly whimper.

When the car was far enough, Chul turned to you. “You are doing a great job, you really are. But you mustn't, by any means, get caught by the police while doing deliveries. Got it?”

Feeling your heart thumping loudly from the adrenaline, you nodded. “What about the box then?”

Chul cursed when he looked at his phone. “Three minutes left. Go in and check the box. If it's still there, take it to the top floor as per request. Sometimes they give misleading information to you in case your phone gets stolen. Next time, make sure to double-check all the information they give you, okay?”

You were nodding eagerly and already started walking back to the small apartment building.

“I have to go but write to me if the mission is successful. Now go, quickly,” he said and without waiting, took off into the opposite direction.

Due to the stress, you didn't even stop to think about the weirdness of the situation. Rushing back in, you went to the first floor where you left the box. You were rendered motionless when the box was no longer there.

Someone took it.

Feeling fear creeping into your system, you took out your phone to call Chul just when you received a confirmation message.

Unknown number

the box has been successfully delivered