#Narcissism of small differences

[morlock-holmes]

I'm so tired of hearing about how the different US states are really "50 countries in a trenchcoat" because I'm sorry... Have you been to the states?

You're really going to sit there and tell me that Washington, California and Oregon are as distinct from each other as the UK, France and Germany?

Really?

With a straight face and everything?

The states are more like, I dunno, different denominations of protestantism, or different Shonen Jump battle series, or different versions of Star Trek.

Like, if someone earnestly talked about how The Original Series and Voyager are actually really different that person would be correct, but if another person said, "Come on man what are you talking about it's all fucking Star Trek" that person would also be correct.

[onewomancitadel]

Now I remember why I hate fandom sometimes because describing Darwi Odrade as a 'girlboss' makes me want to claw my eyes out. I'm taking away the slang from all of you, you're not allowed to say things like that anymore.

[thephilosopheroftheboudoir]

Why we should stop focusing on our enemies

In the end, you become just like the people you hate. It's so sad that so few humans ever learn this lesson.

[skyrigel]

Attention. I need help. Tw: Grooming

When I joined Tumblr as 15yr old back, my url @folkloregurl, this absolute asshole named Yasir Khan ( @old-school-romantics ) then in his twenties, pretended to be my friend, to be interested in my hobbies and life before gradually starting to engage me in his sick gutter acts.

He would send me explicit posts, thanks to Tumblr they were blurred because of my age, then forced me into disabling the option with his narcissism and would ask me “to sit on his lap” and roleplay with him as “his sister” and other times “as his student,”

Fifteen and no friends at all, to have the first few talks about my day before all those completely diminished and it was all about sexting.

One day he sent me his dick pic, to a fifteen year old who clearly didn't want to see it. Despite being pushed out of my limits, with an desperate plea I had told him not to send me anything explicit, he did it anyway.

To be noted, All this time, he knew i was fifteen. Infact he knew right from the start.

But still took great pleasure in everything above.

My online experience became so traumatic that I had to deactivate.

Only joined back with a new url after gaining some perspective and realising that what happened to me wasn't my fault, finding my solance in fanfictions and fandoms more than depending on anything else, especially these grown assholes who leech of little girls.

Now a month or so ago, he pretended to have found my handle again and tried to small talk. Being all so polite and thinking i hadn't grown up one bit.

Considering I was no longer naive I didn't immediately blocked him, and heard his petty lies.

He was coordinating the old bullshit again, trying to strike to small talk then making it back to about sex.

I didn't let him at all, but for the sake of my younger self i wanted to make him feel as much humiliated and ashamed as I felt in my own skin. Ofcourse the shame stayed with me, it doesn't go away just like that.

I wanted him to pay for his shameful acts.

What I learnt next was only that he is not only pedo, but fucking degraded misogynist. He compares his shitty acts with Palestine genocide. This asshole doesn't even measure up to any man. He is fucked in his head — his views about women are utterly disgusting.

Calling them stupid, dumb, whore, slut.

He has outright said, “a woman can be smarter than the whole town but she would ‘still’ be a woman”

When he realised he wouldn't be able to get me play little sister and any porn addicted fantasy, so he started to shame me for my fandom, for the fics i write or read, as if I should be the one feeling ashamed, as if I cornered and took advantage of 15 year old, as if I was a bloody pedo.

He has called me impure, bitch, dumb and other slurs because I didn't participate with his sexting.

I called him pedo and blocked him straight.

But a recent post of @romessence and similar experiences from @dumblr and other many blogs, I realised he is still harassing woman.

He has sent this to one of the users.

Abusing their families, abusing them with unimaginable slurs.

He talks about reposting while his posts are from pinterest. Adding misinformation — romantic madeup text over holocaust movies screencaps.

When I reblogged that post from @romessence with my harrasment experience, he filled my inbox with different different accounts.

I posted my experience in my safe community and guess what ?

@aahanna my mutual had similar experience with this creepo

To my horror, because this is heartbreaking, another user had similar experience when she was minor as well like me.

It is truly heartbreaking that Tumblr isn't a safe place anymore.

I am perceived for my fandom choices, exploitated when I was a literal child.

I can't see him out there pretending to be intellect when he has never ever read a single book in his life, has no respect for woman, innocent lives taken in genocide.

This sick pedo needs to put down. I am genuinely asking you to report him.

Here's the list of account and he has so so many. Please specifically report @melacholiacs which is his main account.

I am tagging some people who might understand me @iwillkeepyour-brittle-heart-warm @sunochanda @lilywalkers @dragonwithawolftattoo @mydarlingclaudia @sidollie @regulus-cannot-swim @herdarkangel @paapi @arun-armand-amadeo @monsterboyfriend @coolheadofficial @corvid007 @lxdymoon0357 @raine-ray @andreainlove @raindropsofloev @reticent-vampire @pleaseinsertwittyurl @bone-trash @rana-sentimental @mastikhor @chaliyaaa @thewisewill80sbyers

Skyrigel

I don't want much guys just if you're able to report him because I can't see this pedo pretending to be a victim, I just can't.

Edit: He deactivated,, thankyou folks <3

[intermundia]

i just read about the "narcissism of small differences," aka the idea that the more a community has in common, the more likely the people in it are to engage in interpersonal feuds and mutual ridicule because of hypersensitivity to minor differences perceived in each other, and i knew there was a reason my time in academia and fandom felt oddly similar lmao

[jenomi]

selfless

this is totally something jaemin would do… play on words from his narcissism exhibition

✧･ﾟ: *✧*:･ﾟ✧

"where are we going?" you ask for the millionth time. your boyfriend jaemin had told you to be ready to leave in an hour and to dress in something cute, but he wouldn't reveal anything else.

"just get in the car" he says with a hint of a smile on his face as he opens the car door for you. you side-eye him as you get into the car.

you felt antsy as jaemin drives to the secret location. you wouldn't say you're one for surprises, but jaemin has always been so good at them. you're genuinely surprised when jaemin turns the corner to his exhibition site.

"what are we doing here?" "i need to check something really quick."

you both get out of the car and jaemin holds open the door for you. you walk deeper into the building you're all too familiar with. you came with jaemin to watch his Narcissism exhibition come to life and helped him with the set up and detailing while he was abroad.

as you walk deeper into the building, you come across a different sign than the one you saw every time before.

SELFLESS my love for you is endless

you stop in your tracks as jaemin whispers, "surprise" as he kisses the side of your head.

"what's this?" you look up at your boyfriend who smiles at you as he hands you an exhibition handset. he grabs your hand as he guides you further into the new exhibition.

you gasp in shock and adoration as you see the room filled with pictures of you through jaemins eyes. there's pictures of everything, the small and big moments from your relationship.

"i- i don't know what to say. this is…amazing" you gesture towards the room as you slowly take in the room. he shyly smiles in return as he gently guides you towards the photos for a closer look.

the first photo you approach is a photo of you working on the couch with lucy, luke, and luna cuddled up against you in multiple positions.

you enter the number of the photo and press play on the exhibition handset:

all my babies in one photo. as much as i love the lululu cuddles for myself, i love that they want to cuddle with you more because that means they love you as much as i do. you are also working so hard in this photo, one of the many things i love about you. thank you for being the best mother to our babies - but please don't forget to give me cuddles too

you laugh lightly as you move on to the next. it was a photo from one of your many picnic dates next to han river. your hair is caught in the wind and you're laughing at something jaemin said as you reach for the camera.

every time i look at this picture, i fall in love with you all over again. i am the luckiest man in the world to be able to call myself your boyfriend. i love when you laugh, it brightens all my days. i'm so happy to have captured this photo of you, showing your carefree spirit and smile forever

you can hear the sincerity in jaemin's voice in the audio, making you tear up. you squeeze his hand as you walk hand-in-hand to the next photo.

it immediately makes you laugh. it's a photo from your first meeting with jisung, jeno, and donghyuck and you're trying to teach jisung how to cook. jisung is obviously stressed as the other members are laughing in the background, but you have a supportive hand on jisung's shoulder as you walk him through the recipe.

i don't know why we tried to save our helpless son jisung, but thank you for being so kind and loving towards all my members. as i watched you try to help jisung at his greatest weakness, it was the first time i realized how much i loved you and how i could never let you go. do you remember when i first told you i love you?

"yes" you answer aloud to jaemin standing next to you, "i'll never forget it"

jaemin smiles as he pulls you closer to his side, "i love you"

you walk hip to hip towards the next photo. it's a photo of you and jaemin in japan at night. you and jaemin are the only clear things in the photo as everything around you is a blur of heads and lights. you're looking at each other with eyes full of love, and a small hint of a smile on both of your lips.

this photo is exactly how i see the world with you by my side. nothing else matters, as long as you're with me and happy. this photo was hard to edit, but i'm proud of the way it turned out. it will always just be you and me, when things come between us, i'll fight through them to get back to you.

you tear up again as you wrap your arms around jaemin's waist. if you could fuse yourself to your boyfriend, you would so you would never have to leave his side.

as you look at each photo and listen to jaemins recording explaining each photo, he would just watch you. watch your eyes as you examine a photo and notice the details he worked so hard to highlight and incorporate. watch you as you listen to his heartfelt words recalling his memories with you. watch you as you smile and/or cry at each photo and word he says. you were his living, breathing exhibition that he could marvel at everyday. luckily, he does.

and with each photo you look at, your heart grows fuller and fuller with your love for jaemin. it becomes so overwhelming, that you can't help but let a few tears drop. there's so many photos, photos of you asleep peacefully in bed, more photos of you with his members doing various things, a photo of you and his mom, and more pictures of you and jaemin.

in the center of the room, there's a stand with a black cloth draped over it. jaemin told you it was the grand finale of the exhibit. you lift the cloth to find a small note in jaemin's handwriting: "for you, i become selfless"

you turn around to share your love and appreciation for jaemin, but as soon as you do, you watch him drop to one knee as he opens a small felt box.

"y/n, i love you with all my heart, it hurts. i want to love you for the rest of my life and make more memories with you and capture them with my camera. i want this to be the first exhibition of many. will you make me the happiest man on earth and marry me?"

"yes" you exclaim quickly. you were never going to say no. you loved jaemin with your whole heart, and this exhibition and the amount of time and effort he must've put into this made you love him more. how could you not?

jaemin puts the ring on your finger (it fits perfectly because, of course, jaemin measured all your favorite rings) before picking you up and spinning you around as you laugh and cry. when he sets you down, you give him a long kiss.

the moment was perfect. you and jaemin in the middle of a room, happy and in love surrounded by photos of your love for each other. this would be an image you'd keep in your heart for the rest of your life. 🤍

(also you leave the exhibition with a photo book, similar to the merch sold at narcissism, but it’s just photos related to you and jaemin)

[betty-fran]

Long post about the impact of traumatic experiences on Jim Kirk's behavior, and how the difference in these experiences makes TOS and AOS so not similar

This is a rather subjective topic, but I've thought a lot about it because of my work in art therapy for traumatic experiences, and after reading these two great TOS analyses about Jim is a victim of SA here and here by @sad-trekkie-life I decided to compile my thoughts about this in one place.

tw: mentions of dv, genocide, sa/csa, please be careful

I first encountered how Kirk's character is read through experience as a victim of SA in... AOS fanfictions, and before I started watching TOS, I actually thought it was some kind of only AOS fandom thing, which was strange to me because there were no direct hints of it in the movies. Still, it could be explained considering the time and environment in which AOS was released. People write things influenced by their own life experiences, and what proportion of people experience SA in their lives in modern society? How many experience DV? Especially as children? And how many of them get help? When the first AOS movie came out in 2009, I was 13 and had my own experience of domestic violence in the house where I lived. And I lived in a family of educated middle-class people. Domestic violence is actually something that happens not only in poor neighborhoods, often it can be things that are not as easy to classify as real "violence", and which are not taken seriously when you seek help. I'm sure that the situation with DV in America is even worse than in Europe, and if we are talking about the 21st century, this is undoubtedly part of it.

JJ Abrams is not a director of poetic or philosophical cinema (no one doubts this) and while AOS clearly lacks the depth, subtlety, and sensitivity of the original series, it's very much a product of its time (and for its time, it has well-preserved this “We change. We have to. Or we spend the rest of our lives fighting the same battles” idea of ​​Star Trek about becoming better, kinder, and learning to empathize). Yes, Pines' Kirk is no Shatner's Kirk, but where the hell would you find someone like the original Jim Kirk in all this capitalist cynicism, millennialism, narcissism, self-centeredness, and dystopian sentiment after 9/11? AOS Kirk was very adaptable to the environment in which he was created, and this is the main reason why I think the headcanon of AOS Kirk's childhood/teenage SA experiences isn't that far off the mark.

We are shown a boy growing up without a father on a godforsaken farm in a small town somewhere in the middle of Iowa and having noticeable self-destructive tendencies and a lack of fear of his own death; his mother is not mentioned (except at the very beginning, which makes you wonder if she even figures in his life), but a certain Frank is mentioned, who is apparently the only adult male figure in his surrounding (read: a person who has power), and with whom he has a clearly strained relationship; in one of the cut scenes, we are also shown that his older brother, ran away from their home when he was a teenager and left Jim, who was still a child, alone with the problems he was running away from. These are all just blatant red flags of domestic abuse and emotional neglect, which I consider canon for AOS Kirk. It doesn't confirm, but it doesn't deny, the possibility of SA being a part of this experience. Especially if we add that in adulthood Kirk demonstrates all possible mechanisms for not overcoming traumatic experiences - avoiding responsibility for his own life and thoughts about the future; self-destructive tendencies - alcoholism, aimless fights, promiscuous sexual contacts; lack of trust in people and outright disrespect for authority; and, the most important, lack of any shock at violence against himself as if it's deserved and expected.

Like TOS Kirk, he have a quick reaction in dangerous situations, high stress tolerance and efficiency under pressure, and like TOS Kirk, he easily uses his body to survive, protect others, or achieve what he wants, both in situations where this means flirting and sexual contact, and in situations where it means taking on pain or sacrificing his life; he easily distances himself from his own body, and like TOS Kirk, his survival reaction is instinctive, unconscious, sewn deep under the skin by constant repetition.

But for me, that's where they're perceived so differently: TOS Kirk survival reaction is the result of the Tarsus IV genocide, AOS Kirk survival reaction is the result of domestic violence. This is, of course, my headcanon, but I think that Tarsus was never mentioned in AOS not only because Abrams forgot? didn't know? it, but also because in 2009 it wasn't the kind of experience you could associate yourself with, unlike the 60s. And in fact, the only topic that the AOS really raises, and which is an echo of the early 21st century, is terrorism. Nero, Khan, Edison in AOS were terrorists. Even the Vulcan genocide is perceived precisely as a terrorist act - a quick, uncompromising, instantaneous one, and not the slow psychological and physical torment that Tarsus was. This shift in the focus of the experience of mass tragedy from Kirk to Spock in AOS is undoubtedly intentional, because AOS is constantly playing in reverse, and it further confirms for me the theory that the traumatic experience in AOS Kirk's life is primarily domestic.

TOS Kirk's traumatic experience is that of a survivor of a mass tragedy, one of a thousand, where his own trauma is depersonalized, if not devalued, in the face of such unmitigated grief. AOS Kirk's traumatic experience, on the other hand, is isolated in its individualism, and although domestic violence affects almost one in three people, it's a very personal trauma, something that remains behind closed doors between you and your abuser. Traumatic experiences are not measured in percentages, and while their impact on a person can vary, it's impossible to say which is actually worse: being a victim of war, or your own caregiver; being isolated in an entire city that is slowly dying from hunger and bullets, or in the house where you live that has turned into a house of horrors. These are all experiences that should not be. Something that cannot be endured without losing something in oneself.

Therefore, I tend to think that AOS Kirk doesn't so much crave captaincy (and the sense of control it gives) as the sense of belonging and acceptance that the ship and close people give. That's why he tries to leave the captaincy in Beyond, because in reality he continues to feel this inner emptiness even on the ship, a disconnection from the people around him; because it's not the role of captain that gives meaning to his life, but the connection with people, the opportunity to change the situation through his own actions (which noticeably distinguishes him from TOS Kirk, for whom captaincy and responsibility, on the contrary, are what really ground him). In this regard, I consider Leave No Soul Behind (in which Jim gives up the captaincy, remaining in the role of a point in the thick of things, and finding his sense of belonging) not just the best reading of the AOS dynamic, but better than it has even been done in the films. AOS Kirk's traumatic experience is easier to read; he can't really hide it, he's not very subtle about it, it lies closer to the surface, visible through his sharp angles and actions. It's the personal nature of his traumatic experience that makes it so obvious, it's like a broken bone that long ago healed incorrectly and can't be fixed, and it's immediately apparent when you get closer, and he knows it because it's personal, and he carries this scar without pride, just doesn't know what the hell to do with it.

It's more difficult with TOS Kirk, because he's much more subtle and adept at concealment. He's a really well-written, multi-layered character, and his traumatic experiences are built on the experiences of people who went through WW2 and who saw things that we would have had a hard time imagining in the real world before the events of recent years. When I started watching TOS, I didn't really associate him with any traumatic experiences at all. Part of this was influenced by how often in AOS fanfiction he is referred to as a happier, luckier version of Jim who had everything that AOS Kirk didn't have, which I now find to be just a blatant misunderstanding of his character (and what can I say, if even in SNW he's read through this lens). And he really gives that impression. But if you look at him through everything we know about his experience, his trauma is much deeper and more complex. But it's less personal, and therefore not as noticeable at first glance. From TOS we know that he survived Tarsus IV as not just a child, but a child at the beginning of his transitional age, when you already understand very well what is happening to you, and this experience is already conscious. A genocide where thousands of people were executed, where there was hunger and disease, and the fear of being killed, where he was isolated, alone, and had to quickly learn to do everything to survive. In his 20s, he witnessed half the crew of the starship he served on, along with the captain, being killed, and he had to live with the constant feeling that it was his fault because he couldn't stop the killer in time, even though logically he understood that he couldn't have done it, that it would've been impossible for anyone.

TOS Kirk is a good actor, as is repeated over and over again throughout the series, and his flippant demeanor is more often a game than a real comfort. This becomes especially noticeable over time as you begin to better read Shatner's acting, which is built on undertones and eye contact. And as a boy-from-a-good-family-with-a-happy-childhood, he slips into survival mode all too easily and does it unconsciously, naturally, practically domestic, which indicates an experience deeper than the experience of a command track. Many things speak to the influence of Tarsus IV on his behavior. His well-known belief in the impossibility of a no-win scenario stems from his fear of not being able to influence the situation, because as long as he can do something, there is always a chance. His behavior often reflects the trauma of a survivor, in how demanding he is of himself, in his obsessive sense of guilt towards the people he failed to protect. The inability to truly build a stable relationship, not so much because it's really impossible for him as a starship captain (because despite certain difficulties, it's obviously possible), but because he denies himself this, because what he really seeks in love, this complete acceptance, the merging of two essences (which he says in S2EP9 “Metamorphosis” - "You haven't the slightest knowledge of love, the total union of two people") is almost impossible to find, and no other relationship will be sufficient for him, won't give him the feeling of finally being seen, of being heard. This isn't allowed by his inner loneliness, which he is terribly afraid of and wants to stop feeling, but which is such an integral part of him, part of his survival, that letting it go for him means remaining defenseless before another, believing that this other person won't abandon, won't leave him alone, which he cannot afford to believe, because it means returning to his deepest fears.

He really easily uses his own body to survive, protect others, and achieve what he needs, often doing so (again) unconsciously, as if without thinking about alternative options. And he easily distances himself in these moments, which is really indicative of the SA victim's experience. Tarsus IV leaves room for this, given that it was a famine stretched over time in constant fear, surviving in something like that meant using pretty much everything you could, especially if Jim was responsible for someone besides him. There are many uncomfortable scenes in TOS where Kirk has no control over his own body, and which are really taken as scenes of violence towards him, and we always see how hard it is for him. While he flirts easily with both women and men, and often manipulates another person's affection for him, he's not a manslut and he doesn't get pleasure from it. From what we are shown more than once, he really understands women and sympathizes with them. He really understands what it means when you say no and mean no, and the other person thinks you mean yes. But truly, I think surviving genocide and famine is also enough to learn to adapt to any inconvenience and distance yourself from your feelings, to simply survive the moment, because that's how the self-defense mechanism works during a traumatic experience. All of these things also make me wonder what the situation is with TOS Kirk's parents, considering they are NOT mentioned in the original series, and taking it as canon alone, I have no positive theories for that.

Whatever TOS Kirk experienced on Tarsus IV, it had a strong impact on his later life and on his moral views. But it doesn't define him. It has an impact, it causes damage, it determines many patterns of behavior, but the trauma doesn't define him (and it doesn't define you). I think what defines every Jim Kirk is his capacity for compassion, his humanity, his empathy, his belief in people, and that there are no situations that are impossible to overcome. And his traumatic experiences didn't take that away from him. On the contrary, the harder it is for him, the stronger he holds on to his belief in a better world. That's why we love him so much.

[notmorbid]

one little spark.

dialogue prompts from one little spark by ellie banks.

you little asshole.

everything is annoying today. everything.

i've always liked a little scorched earth.

i've never seen the point of going out with quiet dignity and grace.

you like problems.

whatever i do, i do right.

a combination of age and life have left me absolutely fuckless.

you don't need me to take care of you.

has anyone ever told you that you catch more flies with honey than vinegar?

being single is so damned weird.

i'm fond of crashing through caution tape.

if he doesn't take care of you, i'll hunt him down and kill him.

starting small is not in my wheelhouse.

you never seem afraid of being wrong.

how did you get here so fast?

always the dangerous choice.

you don't understand what you saw.

you deserve to have some closure.

sometimes i want to burn this place to the ground.

i'm not sure if it's a dream or a memory.

shut out what you can't control, and focus on what you can.

i try not to engage in wishful thinking, but sometimes it's hard.

maybe it's me. maybe it's that 'bad blood' shit.

if i can't trust you, i can't trust anything.

are you taking care of yourself?

what does 'normal' look like right now?

cheating in your head isn't a thing.

i want to figure out how to embrace what i have left.

do i have _____ on my face?

it's okay to feel like you don't know what you're doing. that's normal.

i don't feel like anything about me is very normal.

i keep grudges like other people keep cats.

sometimes you have to take steps forward, even if they're not in the shoes you would have chosen.

i couldn't stand letting you see me struggle.

everyone has secrets.

you weren't a mistake to me.

no one's ever looked at me like that but you.

it's okay to not know what you feel.

i want you to never blame yourself. for anything.

i was a little bitch to you, and i'm sorry.

why do people like uncertain women so much?

if you were happy, you wouldn't be here.

simmer down, kid.

this isn't a happy place for me.

guilt is different from shame.

what's the difference between god and a surgeon? god doesn't think he's a surgeon.

i always end up telling you my secrets.

how do you think that would've gone, you and me?

____ felt like the safe choice.

i know you can't rebuild from ashes, but you can build something new on top of them.

i would have been there for you, if you'd have let me.

did everyone know but me?

i'm married, not dead.

at least i say what needs saying.

it's not actually hard to be nice to you.

i don't have time for feelings. i've got shit to do.

you're kind of an asshole.

if you can't handle a woman scorned, don't scorn one.

life is a lot more complicated than anybody wants to believe.

i felt like a teenager when i saw you.

you're as afraid as i am.

why aren't you angry with me?

i want us to get to know each other again.

it has been a very long time since i've been on a date.

i don't know why anyone would choose to be single.

you fascinate me.

i don't have time to sit around and marinate in subtlety.

you've been kind of a secret fantasy of mine for a while now.

i always knew i was the main character. thank you for supporting my narcissism.

this will never be over, will it?

no matter what, i want to know you.

i'm going to pour wine.

i really like you. i wasn't supposed to.

i'm trying to just enjoy the moment, but i'm bad at it.

i didn't have words for it then.

i thought maybe things would improve with distance.

when did we finish having all our easy conversations?

you've never liked sunrises. you hate getting up early.

you're my girl. you always were.

for once in my life, i wanted to be the one who got picked.

i wanted to make you my enemy, but you aren't, are you?

you aren't innocent, but you aren't evil, either.

i'm never the bigger person. not for the hell of it.

i don't know if i knew anything about my own life.

i'm not sure what i'm remembering and what i'm dreaming.

the truth will come for you, if you don't come for it first.

'should' doesn't fix anything.

was i ever there for you, or did i just torture you?

i remember the first time you held my hand.

in my lowest moment, you kept me safe. from myself, from everything.

i tried not to think about it. i didn't tell anyone.

i'm really not mature enough for this.

timing has never really been my strong suit.

i'm just hormonal. it's making me weird.

i wanted to make sure that you were taken care of.

don't ask questions you don't want the answers to.

i want to be as strong as you are. that's all i want.

i don't see a way forward without you, one way or the other.

you made my life here not hell.

you can be sorry and still forgive yourself.

your conscience isn't my problem.

i'm not one to argue with fate.

you got your character arc, after all. good for you.

[sunderwight]

Struck by the notion that Shang Qinghua would have beef with the nihilist bird author from Zenshu.

I think there's a chance she'd just be uniquely situated to rub him the wrong way. The narcissism of small differences.

Like yeah sure as an author he also felt like his ability to change the direction of the narrative he'd created wasn't in the cards, he was just complacently prepared to watch it go down for the most part, but when his no.1 fan showed up in-universe to seduce his main character and save them all from gruesome annihilation, he appreciated it! He was supportive! He doesn't write a lot of happy endings in fiction either, but who wouldn't prefer to live them? Who is putting artistic integrity above survival? Unhinged behavior.

Meanwhile Tsuruyama would probably be like, of course you don't care if someone meddles in your art, you are just some third rate internet clown whose work is barely better than (ugh) fanfiction, and then Airplane would call her a flop to her face.

Shen Qingqiu and Hirose Natsuko would just be watching on the sidelines. With snacks. Provided by their thoroughly whipped protagonist husbands.

[debtofdeception-if]

ro react/scenario:

trans/nb mc is having a rly bad dysmorphia day and feeling uncomfortable in their body regardless of what they do. how would the ros try to comfort mc during this or would they just not know what to do?

(can you also include renay cause i wanna know how good of a bestie they are lol)

Standing before the mirror, you feel a sudden aversion to your own reflection. Every detail about you just feels so wrong today. A part of you longs to shed your skin like a snake, to sever the pieces of yourself that you despise with scissors. Your fingers press and pull at your flesh, sometimes twisting and sometimes squeezing, hoping that a hidden adjustment might alter reality. You grasp the fabric of your clothes, feeling a rush of discomfort as it emphasizes parts of your body that you wish were different. Your gaze meets your own eyes, where judgment and displeasure stare back. In that moment, you feel like a caricature of the person you want to be.

V: “You must really love yourself. You’ve been staring at that mirror for quite some time.” A smirk tugs at V’s lips as they speak.

You swallow hard. “I think you’re projecting your narcissism onto me, V. There’s nothing to love about me.” Your voice cracks, and you blink back tears.

V barely glances up. “What’s wrong with you now?” They return to sorting bills through a money counter. The machine’s rhythmic clatter only aggravates you further.

“What’s wrong with me? What isn’t wrong with me? Look at me,” you whisper, voice trembling as you gesture at your reflection.

V studies you coolly for a moment, expression unchanged. “Well, I know some people who can get me in touch with a good surgeon. Want me to set up an appointment?”

You narrow your eyes. “Why are you such an asshole?”

V shrugs, still focused on the counter. “If you don’t like something about yourself, change it, or deal with it.”

You bite your lip, fighting the urge to lash out. V continues, “Though, I guess changing it really isn't an option. People like you never feel satisfied. Doesn't matter how much surgery you get; you’ll still find a flaw.”

“What’s your point?” you say, your voice small.

V leans back in their chair. They kick out the one beside them for you. “My point is that it’s all in your head. Now step away from that mirror and help me with this. Stop torturing yourself.”

You sigh and turn away, letting the chair scrape against the floor as you sit. Your reflection lingers in your mind, but you force yourself to focus on the task V has set. And overtime the thoughts fade as you busy yourself.

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A: A wraps their arms around your waist, resting their head on your shoulder. “It seems like you enjoy looking at yourself more than I enjoy looking at you,” they say softly.

You scoff. “I’m not admiring myself. Why would I admire something so ugly?” you mutter, bitterness underlying every word.

Their smile fades, sorrow replacing warmth in their eyes. “I hate it when you speak of yourself that way,” they murmur, planting a gentle kiss on your shoulder.

“Well, it is true,” you reply quietly.

They shift slightly to meet your gaze. “I don’t know what you see in the mirror. What I do know is that none of that matters. You are so much more than your appearance. You are talented, you are smart, you are a wonderful parent, and if I keep going, we’ll be here all day.”

Despite your downcast mood, a laugh escapes you. “I love you so much. I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. You are perfect to me in every way.”

Though those painful thoughts still linger, their words wrap around you like a warm blanket, offering a small comfort.

_

Renay: Okay, you’ve officially surpassed my record for most time spent staring at yourself in the mirror,” Renay says, looking up from her phone. “What’s up with you?”

“What’s up is that I look awful; that’s what’s up,” you murmur sullenly.

Renay gives you a reproachful look. “Okay, let’s play two truths and a lie. The sky is blue, grass is green, and you’re ugly. Which one is the lie?”

“Well, technically, not all grass is green,” you begin, but Renay cuts you off.

“Oh my god, will you stop? I’m not going to sit here and let you talk down on yourself.” She stands and walks over to you. “Tell me what I can do. Anything. Is it your clothes? Something about your face? There’s nothing that a bit of tailoring and contouring can’t fix. Not that you need fixing, but there’s nothing wrong with doing something to feel better about yourself if that’s what you want.”

“I’m okay, Renay, really. I’m just having a moment,” you say, forcing a small smile.

Renay sighs and places her hands on her hips. “Alright, just know that you’re amazing, okay? There are plenty of people in this world with unmerited confidence, but you deserve every bit of confidence you have. You have so much to love yourself for. Don’t let those bad thoughts take that from you.” A soft expression settles in her eyes as she smiles at you.

In that moment, even if it’s only for a little while, you forget the things you dislike about yourself. They don’t matter.

[acapelladitty]

upper management

Summary - A naughty morning spent in bed with Edward Nygma leads to a playful game which neither of you are willing to give up on too easily. (nsfw)

Link to AO3 ☆ Fic Masterlist ☆ Kofi

Mornings were kind to Edward.

As a being who appreciated a good sleep when the constant flux of his impressive brain allowed him some time to rest, the morning made a different man of Edward in a way that you privately adored. Gone was the incessant narcissism which accompanied his whirling thoughts. Gone was the sharp bite which followed his words as he couldn't help but point out mistakes and errors in tasks which a more nuanced man would ignore. Gone was the bravado, the mask which he wore for the world to protect himself.

Left behind was the man himself, at his most vulnerable and easy-going as he enjoyed the small and rare moment of peace. Edward's silken pillows had robbed him of his perfectly coiffed hair and the reddened strands stuck up in all directions as you tilt your head back at him and press your back even harder into his hair-littered chest.

If asked, you couldn't quiet remember who had initiated but a soft flurry of movements had seen Edward slowly pressing his morning wood into your willing hole, the gentle entry pulling a soft sigh from your lips as he adjusted his body to curl around you own and work himself as deeply as he could. Happy with the positioning, you had both settled into tight embrace, your hole warming his cock as much as his hand which was currently warming your stomach as it wrapped around your waist to flutter across the skin there.

"It's good being the boss." Edward groans, the tickle of his pubic hair making your ass tingle as he rolls his hips gently. His voice is tinged with sleep, content in a primal way as he speaks the words into your ear.

"And where did you get that idea?"

Challenging him with equal ease, you adjust your head to allow to him to pull your hair free of the nape as he rests his sharp chin on your neck.

"Am I not the decision maker in this relationship? The one who gets things moving and provides?" Edward counters with a slight huff. "My genius is in allowing you to think that you have the power. Don't you agree, dear?" He punctuates the question with the shallowest thrust, just a tease and little more, but the change in pressure within your heated cunt makes you gasp.

"Absolutely not." Tilting your head to scowl at him, you raise a finger and graze it across the coarse hairs of his stubble as you answer him in an incredulous rush. "You've really lost it now. Are you off your meds, baby?"

He laughs at that, an easy sound which vibrates through his chest and into your own.

"I hold the power here. You would have to be a fool to ignore that."

"Mmm," shifting to wrap a hand around the back of his neck, you tug sharply at the strands which fall against his nape, "that's not what you say when you're tied at my feet and begging me to fuck you. Then you're my sweet slave who does whatever I say because he likes making me happy. My good boy, my Eddie."

Letting the hair at his nape free, you instead ruffle at the crown - disturbing the reddish strands like you were petting a somewhat unruly pup.

Meeting your energy with sparkling eyes, only slightly dulled by his sleepiness, Edward takes your words in his stride with pursing lips.

"Interesting claim from the harlot who grows damper than a seabed at being told that she is also a good girl. How's your ass feeling today? Only one of us is wearing stripes from our games last night and it certainly isn't me."

Memories of the previous nights antics flash through your head, his abandoned belt just visible over the side of the bed, and you swear you feel a rush of fresh heat through the fading, reddened marks on your ass at his observations. You had lost his game and the agreed penalty was one you both thoroughly enjoyed as he delivered a few agreed strikes before using his mouth to make up for the mess.

"I feed us." Rolling your hips against his groin, you moan as his cock brushes your g-spot to send electricity up your spine. "Without my skills you would be a pathetic husk by now. Just like that skinny friend of yours with the bad attitude."

"Let's keep talk of Crane off the lips while I'm inside you, dear." You can feel the grimace against your neck as he kisses the skin there, dragging his tongue along your pulse point. "My intellect is unmatched, many problems are little more than child's play to me. I can bring this city to her knees on little more than a few simples riddles and a whim."

"Yeah, true, but I can do this."

Moving quicker than he could have anticipated, you pull free of his cock long enough to push him to his back and climb atop his frame; instantly sinking yourself back down on his length as your knees grip at his sides and your hands lay flat over his chest.

"Now that's just not fair." Edward groans, his hands instantly shifting to grip at your hips and steady you against his groin. "But holding onto that element of surprise is one of those little skills of yours that I admittedly love."

Love.

The word hung heavy in the air and you freeze in place despite yourself as your hands remain planted on his chest. He'd never said the word before, tactfully avoided it even, and the ease with which it flowed from his lips in this moment was like a bucket of cold water being splashed over your skin.

The rapid shift in tension didn't escape him and Edward's eyes narrowed for a moment as he visibly considered the possibilities for the change. His sharp focus darted across your expression and it took a moment but his gaze widened fractionally in realisation before being wiped clean and replaced with a blank yet calm look which you recognised as his favourite defensive choice when he'd made a slight error.

Wanting to move past it and not ruin the sweet moment, you rub your thumbs into his dusting of chest hair and smile down at him.

"Ooh, and what other skills of mine do you appreciate?" You shift the word tactfully, giving him an out which he could take without any backlash. It was playful, forced to be so, but it fell a little flat in the sudden stillness of the room.

Something weighty sits in Edward's features, the bright green eyes sweeping across your face and taking in the relaxed tension there, the false casualness which was carefully pressed into the tilt of your lips.

"Now that is a question born of ego, dear. And you accuse me of being a narcissist."

He accepted the deflection, giving life to the chance for the conversation to shift, but your lips can't help their cheeky response as you slide warm fingers up to bounce along the slight jut of his collarbone.

"You have several documents from several leading psychologists that would agree with me. But yeah, it's a selfish question and you don't need to answer it. I just like playing with you when you're all soft like this."

He scoffs as the notion but doesn't outwardly deny it as his thin hands massage your spread thighs - his cock still planted deep within your sex as you softly roll your hips every so often to remind him of that fact.

"Words have never failed me and they won't fail me now. We'll make a game of it."

Throwing your head back, the groan which pulls free of your throat is undeniable in just how long-suffering its cadence is.

"Eddie, it's not even 7am." You whine, deliberately pitching your tone to be as irritating as possible, nails curling into his defenceless chest harshly enough to make the corner of his lip twitch. "Can we save the game for when I've had at least two cups of coffee and maybe after we've fucked?"

"Who says we're fucking?" Edward asks, his brow quirking. "What if I'm quite content to just have you just wrapped around me like this? You can feel my appreciation of the current position, why ruin it by giving in to more base desires?"

It's a tease and you know it. Another game.

But you have an equal hand for this one.

"Then I'll just get myself off." You sigh, pulling yourself from his cock with one smooth movement as you roll your body to the side of the bed, standing and quickly stretching so every inch of your skin - belt marks included - was easily on display. "A shower and my other special friend will see me right."

"No, wait-" Looking thoroughly disappointed as panic sets into his elven features, Edward follows your movements as you dip into the top drawer of your bedside cabinet and pull free the small vibrator which lives there. "That wasn't wha-"

You fix him with an expectant look, genuine amusement in your gaze as you take in his somewhat pathetic positioning - features stricken and damp cock still jutting proudly from the patch of red pubic hair which rings it.

"-can I at least watch?"

Considering the ask with pursed lips, you can't deny the thrill of his proposal and the thought of his sharp eyes drinking in your soft movements with a slowly jerking hand as you pleasure yourself under the hot stream is very tempting.

"Pervert." You sniff, firing the accusation like a dart.

He grins as that, face lighting up. "Perhaps! But isn't that a skill of mine you appreciate?"

Barely able to refrain from an eyeroll, you refuse to dignify him with a verbal response and instead click the fingers of the hand which isn't curled around your vibrator and point at the shower with an expectant look.

Even after all the feats you had seen Edward accomplish, beautiful and horrifying things which a normal man would struggle with, you are still impressed with how quickly he pulls his body from the sheets and darts into the bathroom ahead of you - his cock guiding him like a particularly horny dowsing rod.

[fassina]

Honestly think it's so underrated to have a ship where they're not horny about each other at all but their dynamic is so wildly hot in a meta-way. Ooooh foils ooooh narcissism of small differences ooooh competing over the attention of a third party purely to satisfy something missing in their void of a soul

[minty-drop]

Hello can you do Yandere Funtime Freddy x Male hand puppet child reader like Funtime Freddy ends up losing bon bon and Freddy turns male child reader into bon bon plz. If you can’t do it then can you do Yandere Jurassic park x raptor reader or Yandere Godzilla x kaiju reader

Yandere Godzilla x reader

Reader is gn, and using they/them pronouns so all readers can enjoy. This will be platonic due to the fact that Godzilla is an animal as I do not support zoophilia. This is write as if Godzilla and y/n already are friends

Type: headcanons

Warnings ⚠️: possessive nature, slight jealousy

- 🌊 goji never cared for humans, and never did. They are pests, annoying and violent. Humans have always been a pain to him for as long as they had walked the earth, claiming they were superior. What foolish creatures. To think as if they were the Center of the earths core, like they were the supply of life to each and everyone of the living and non living. They destroyed themselfs, and dragged everything else with them because of their own selfishness and greed for power they will never hold.

- 🌊 it disgusts him, the burning hatred never ceased. only growing with each and every new day waking up to the bunch of humans latching onto each other for their own needs. The mistakes turning into poison, the fear turning into war. And the obsession with power, becoming so great, it destroyed everything in its path to only end in more death. Within victory is truly a disguise of destruction for gains that do not exist. Humans bound them self to their doom, fates sealed to their graves as they wail why. Why do they deserve this. It sickened him to see such plain narcissism.

- 🌊 but when you had came out of no where, seemingly out of thin air only to show him kindness and tenderness without wanting or searching for anything in return. Lacking hidden motive or greed for power. It was new, different from the harsh intentions of the many, many other humans he has encountered during his times surfacing. Different from the intentions he’s seen.

- 🌊 no matter what he did, no matter how many times he huffed and puffed, grunting at you to leave him be. You never did. It confused him. For as long as he could remember, man had been curious, nosey little creatures of destructions. And curious you were.

- 🌊 the soft tips of your fingers fluttered on his scales, barley noticeable to the touch as they gently caressed the thick dark scales that encased his snout. It was nice. The small, warm pads of your hands petting him ohh so gently, it cradled him, soothed him like a lullaby. He subconsciously bugged his enough into your hands, the hot steam from breathing was wet, making your hair stick to your face but the smile never left. Your coworkers stood far from the titan the claimed to be a beast. Who was, in fact enjoying the touch of your hands gliding over the scales.

- 🌊 Godzilla who began to anticipate for your return each time you left to end your work shifts. Which were gentle sessions of affection through Pets as you swabbed his scales to study to scales. It intrigued you how thick the scales had become, though it was obvious that it was for durability when coming in contact with talons, teeth and claws, the biology of them was wanted, for so it was your job to study them. Using tools to your advantage.

- 🌊 he didn’t mind though. As long as it was you. He didn’t care

- 🌊 he seethed each time you were interrupted by the loud blaring of sirens, the weird noises and hand gestures your co worker made to you or the occasional conversation between you and a scientist, all taking you away from him. He didn’t want you to leave. Was he becoming selfish for your time?

- 🌊 you don’t have to worry anymore. Not when he has scooped you up in his claws to wisks you away to somewhere better.

Do not claim or copy my work

[starillusion13]

i think NCT fic where the one of members are jealous would be very cool :), like they even pretend they arent jealous but they are very irritated not getting attention

Narcissism - for you

Pairing: photographer!Jaemin x f! reader (background Haechan x reader; Jeno x reader)

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Psycho au

Warnings: jealousy, obsession, arguments, doubts on partner, threats, stalking behavior, psycho tendencies and evil intentions.

W.C: 4.1k Network: @k-vanity

Dear Anonie🎀 ik the plot is a bit different but there is jealousy and irritation but not like usual. It’s a bit different how I came up with late at night🤭 I hope you enjoy ☺️

👹. 🎀.💋

You had always considered yourself lucky in love. You met Jeno, Haechan and Jaemin during your freshman year of college, and your relationship blossomed quickly. They were always charming, attentive, and seemed to adore you. However, as your relationship deepened, you began to notice small signs of affections towards you and that brought you all closer. A mutual acceptance and accepting all three of them bloomed a new relationship.

Not a friendship.

But love.

There was not a single ounce of jealousy among them. The three loved you to the extent you couldn't even explain and even if you were glad, there was a tingling sensation itching your mind.

Would it be the same forever?

"Hey! Jaemin...do you know-"

"I am busy." He closed the door behind him and left you standing in front of his room. What happened to him? you kept staring at the closed door in confusion.

Someone appeared behind you and wrapped his arms around you, your body was stiff but soon started to relax when he nuzzled his face into the crane of your neck.

"What happened, y/n?"

Your fingers fiddling with his, in front of your chest and you tilted your head to the side when you felt him leaving kisses on your shoulder and neck, teeth nibbling on your skin and his breath rising goosebumps when he spoke to you.

You shook your head, relaxing in the moment, "I don't know. When I was not here with Jeno, did something happen, Haechan?"

Placing a kiss just below the ear lobe, he slowly turned you around. Giving you a tight cute smile, he pecked your lips and pulled you closer, "why? What did he say?"

"Nothing. He was just sitting on the couch and when he saw me coming towards him, he stood up and didn't let me say anything and said that he was busy and closed the door." Your pout earned a peck from Haechan and you both smiled at each other affectionately.

"don't worry. Maybe he is busy with his photography exhibition and needs some rest." He pulled you closer and rested your head against his chest, inhaling his cologne. You smiled and hugged him tighter. He caressed your head and other hand moving slowly up and down your back, "also, I will talk to him about this."

You nodded and pulled apart to stare at his face.

The youthful charm and that warming smile.

Oh, you love him too much.

Both of you heard the creak of a door. Haechan looked towards the direction of the sound and you quickly followed his gaze.

There stood Jaemin with a blank face, his eyes following the way you two were standing together in each other's embrace. When his eyes met with the boy, the older one gave him a smile but when his eyes traveled to your face, his gaze locked with yours and he scoffed.

"Jaemin." Haechan stepped towards the boy standing at the door and swung his arm around his shoulders, the younger had a sly smile and waited for the boy to speak whatever he wanted to. "I heard you ignored our girl earlier."

Jaemin tilted his head and raised his brows before returning his gaze back to you, "really?" he smirked, staring at you, "and she told you that?"

Haechan nodded, "talk to her. She missed you for the last two days." and when he noticed your unwavering gaze on the other boy, he left you and Jaemin alone and went towards his room.

"Jaemin... are you okay?" you asked quietly.

He licked his lips and stepped towards you, "do you really care about that? If you really missed me these days then you should have come to my room for once but you didn't." he stood in front of you, curling your locks between his fingers, "but instead you went out with Jeno. Why?"

"He told me that you are busy with your schedules and to give you some time alone, we went out." You smiled in the end.

He smirked, "so you wanted to give me some time alone." He shook his head, "you just wanted to spend more time with your two other boyfriends. Am I right?"

you furrowed your brows and shook your head, "what are you even saying? It's not like that, I really did want to spend time with you too but you were busy."

His hands sliding up smoothly, like a silk touching your skin traveling up your arms and ghosting over the collar bone when it stilled on your cheeks. Breathing in the soft touches from him, you smiled affectionately at him, "Jaemin..."

"I think about you everyday but I know it's not the same from your side." The pad of his thumb caressing your face. You felt bad for him. Did you really make him left out? You should have known his end too.

You wanted to let him know about your equal love for them. Grabbing his wrist with your hands, you kissed his palm.

"don't feel sad, Jaemin. I didn't mean to hurt you that way. I'm sorry."

"Are you?" he bent forward, his breath hitting your earlobe, fanning your hairs and your breath heaved, "I don't want your pity, y/n. if you truly feel sorry to make me feel left out...then you need to prove it."

"But how?"

"that's for you to know." He stood straight, meeting your gaze again, "otherwise the consequences won't be good, baby."

Consequences?

What's he onto?

Before you could ask about his weirdness, Jeno appeared at the scene.

"Hey, Jaemin. I have ordered dinner. Will you eat with us?" he approached you two and patted your head, giving you the sweet eye-smile, "and you should take a rest now. We had a long day today."

Jaemin's eyes followed the sweet smiles and words exchanged between the two persons in front of him. A pang of jealousy hit him when he observed that he was the one holding you and yet you were looking affectionately towards the other boy.

Do you even care for him?

He left your cheek and stepped back. Nodding towards Jeno, Jaemin kept staring at you. Jeno left you two alone again and you tried to step forward when he stopped you, "go back to your room, y/n. just think about the consequences you will get or maybe...others."

"what are you saying?"

He smiled, "just saying." And followed the path where Jeno went earlier.

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Jaemin was always quiet and introverted, often found lost in the world of books or photography with his favorite camera. He had few friends and that's Jeno and Haechan and otherwise preferred his own company, until one fateful day, he met you.

You were a girl who radiates warmth and kindness. Your laughter was infectious and your smile could light up the darkest room --- even brings a little smile on his face. He had noticed you before, of course --- everyone had --- Jeno and Haechan used to show their feelings in obvious ways unlike Jaemin who used to steal secret glances but until one day you offered him a simple 'Hello' when you sat at the same table in the cafeteria when Haechan requested you to spend the lunch time with them.

That day Jaemin's world shifted. That small gesture with the soft voice did a magic for him to become completely enamored.

And he was the first one to propose to you.

His world turned into a paradise when you accepted the complicated relationship to be with three of them together.

You have noticed that Jaemin is the one who loves to spend time with you the most and he becomes all pouty and whiny if you ignore him. but since last year, he acts a bit different whenever you spend time with your other boyfriends.

Just like the last week when you encountered his unusual behavior after you and Jeno returned back home from the little date to park.

And what's consequences?

What was he trying to say?

The eerie feeling for his behavior left you to observe Jaemin more. You started to watch his every movement and some arguments with Jeno and Haechan --- which sometimes doesn't even make sense. And you tried to talk about it with him but as usual for the last few months, he ignored you and said the same words, 'the consequences.'

Initially, the dynamics were harmonious. Jaemin was charming and attentive, while Jeno was supportive and caring and Haechan was playful and protective. They communicated openly, ensuring everyone felt valued and secure. However, as their relationships deepened, in the last few months you began to notice small signs that something was off with Jaemin.

It started with his casual comments about your time with the other two. He would say things like, "Don't you think Jeno is getting too much of your attention?" At first, you brushed it off, thinking he was just expressing a need for balance. But as time went on, Jaemin's behavior grew more concerning.

One evening, you went out for a coffee with Haechan. You both laughed and reminisced about old times, enjoying each other's company. When you got home, Jaemin was waiting for you in your room, his face twisted with anger.

"Where were you?" he demanded.

"Just out with Haechan," you replied, taken aback by his tone.

"I don't like you spending so much time alone with them," Jaemin snapped. "You should have told me."

you felt a pang of frustration. "Jaemin, we agreed to this relationship. Jeno and Haechan are part of this relationship, just like you."

"Do I?" he shot back. "I saw the way you always preferred them over me. Do you even care for me?"

This was the first of many arguments centered around Jaemin's jealousy. He would constantly check your phone, question you about your whereabouts, and even accuse you of favoring them over him. your once vibrant social life began to shrink as you distanced yourself from others to avoid conflict with Jaemin.

Despite his controlling behavior, you loved Jaemin and hoped things would get better. you tried to reassure him, but his jealousy only intensified.

But one day you got to know about the deep secrets which you never thought to come across. You didn't know there's a little dark world hidden inside the place where you four live happily --- well kind of.

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It was late at night and you knew Jeno and Haechan were coming home late because they went to a party and Jaemin was never a fan of these things and well his ongoing photography exhibition gave him a good and convincing reason to avoid that.

You were in your room after having a silent dinner with Jaemin. Well, you were ignoring him because of his childish jealousy over everything and his gaze boring onto your form across the table. He was observing you like a predator in a hunting mood.

You were like a prey to him.

In the middle of watching your favorite movie, you decided to talk things out with Jaemin when the other two were not there to interrupt your conversations and they wouldn't know about Jaemin's sudden irrational behaviors.

Knocking at the door, you called out his name, "Jaemin. Are you still awake?"

There was no sound from his room. You thought to return back to your room even when you knew that he was not a person to sleep early. He is a night-owl and if he is sleeping at this hour, then he might be too tired.

You heard something fall inside his room and when you asked him 'what happened?'

There was no reply. Did something happen to him? without thinking twice, you pushed the door open and you were hit with an undenied reality.

Jaemin's back towards you, he was in a sleeveless shirt and his biceps all sweaty. But that was not the reason for your shocked and frozen state. The room was the reason. Why didn't you think of it before? He doesn't like anyone to enter his room but if you had entered his room then what are these things you are seeing right now.

"J-Jaemin..."

"Do you like it?" he turned around, smiling dearly at you. You were still focused on the things that were on his walls and scattered all over the room. You didn't realize when he approached you standing all zone out, he chuckled and engulfed you in a hug, "aww...y/n...you loved it so much that you can't take your eyes off."

He caressed your back and kissed the top of your head.

When your senses returned, you harshly pulled yourself apart, "what the fuck, Jaemin!"

He watched you walking towards his study table and pulling some papers off and throwing them away and repeating the actions all over again. He clicked his tongue, getting annoyed with you messing with his treasured stuff.

"y/n...don't throw them away." His low and dark voice was audible to you but the anger bubbling inside you was intense. You ignored his several warnings for you to stop but you didn't until he furiously went to your side and grabbed your hand and harshly turned you to face him. "What are you doing with my things?"

"and what is up to you, Jaemin?" you looked around, gesturing to the whole room filled with photographs and doodlings with some mirrors on which your name was written with red lipstick. "I thought you were busy with your exhibition and don't want us to disturb you with anything in your room then what's all these. Answer me."

He chuckled and licked his lips, looking around as if he never saw them before and right now you were the only one who made him notice it, "it's you, y/n. everywhere is you. You are mine."

"This is insane." You breathed in and out, "are you out of your mind?"

He clenched his jaw and kept staring at you silently. His dark eyes were reflecting his inner anger. Is he mad? But why?

You again took in the view. Pictures pasted on the wall in different angles with all focused on you, some very innocent, some aesthetically appealing and then there some with all the intimate details of you. Even if some pictures were taken in your concern but others weren't and if it was other times you wouldn't have complained but the rest of the mirrors and words written all over the room giving you the impression that something was off.

‘Mine…only mine to admire.’

It was written everywhere.

‘No one else should touch her.’

Then there were two separate pictures of Jeno and Haechan with cross on them with red lipstick.

"Yes. I am insane for you." He breathed heavily, "I want you to be mine. For myself."

"But I am yours. We are already together. We four are-"

"No!" you flinched at his sudden outburst. "I don't like sharing you with them. They are not my brothers but friends and...they were the only bait I could use to get to you. I have always noticed that you were all friendly with them, hanging out with them but never once tried to spend time with me. Why? You were all too silent and shy in front of me. And you know that made me determined to get you for myself. The one for me to protect."

"What..."

He cupped your cheeks. You were shocked — yeah you were but you were trying to believe that it was Jaemin who was speaking those words to you.

"What do you think? I agreed to be in this relationship when I found out you won't hesitate to be in a relationship with us. Jeno and Haechan always wanted to try a thing like this and when they both developed feelings for you, I knew it that you would be in my grasp but the only problem is them to be included." he gave you a smile, "but that's not for longer. I will get rid of them soon. I promise you I will treat you better than them."

You shook your head, tears brimming your eyes, "no you won't do anything like this. You will get these insane thoughts out of your mind. Do you hear me, Jaemin? You will forget all these. We love each other. We are so happy together."

"No we aren't. Even if those two are, I am not. You know I don't like when they touch you the way I do, they kiss you the way I do, when they look at you the way I do… I feel like it’s supposed to be only me. No one else. I want you to be mine. They should know that you deserve me...not them...only me." his tears were flowing down his cheeks. You stared at him with a broken heart and anger inside you. Somehow you couldn't shout, you felt a little pain hearing his broken voice.

Why was he crying?

If only you knew, he wanted something to call his own. He never got a family that only belongs to him. He was raised in an orphanage where he met Jeno. They were best friends and inseparable but soon he realized that his roommate has another friend, Haechan. Look — not his again. But he tried to love them, he was glad that there were two people who stand for him, who would refer to him as their.

Sharing was not an option to him— it was always the only thing he would have to follow to survive everyday.

But in university days, when he felt the sudden emotion of love after meeting you. He knew he had to get you but there was an obstruction. Even though he was the first one to propose to you, the other two had made you fall for them already. He was too late to make you only his. He knew that they would happily share you between them but he had to fight for it and he started his game to make them the bait and get to you.

He agreed to share you with them.

And he hated the word ‘sharing’ with all his guts.

"Jaemin...please try to understand." you pressed the hold on his wrist tighter. You wanted to convince him that whatever he was thinking was not right? He should wake up from his weird dream but no — it's the undeniable reality for him.

But Jaemin didn't listen. His jealousy had consumed him, turning him into someone you barely recognized. The relationship, once filled with love and laughter, had become a battleground.

"What can't you try to understand me, y/n? I am not happy about this. Look around." he turned you around and pulled you closer to him. Your back hitting his chest and he grabbed your hands in front of you, turning you all the way around with him. The way he was purring your name seductively in your ear, his breath fanning over your earlobe, your body was stiff in his hold. "See those pictures...see them? Those are my perspectives of you. You are the perfect and prettiest in my eyes. Your beauty can't be compared."

He inhaled your fresh mint scent, “and I am the only one who would admire and worship a goddess like you. I am the best gardener for a perfect flower like you. I will protect you forever. I love you so much, y/n.”

He made you both walk towards the particular wall, where all the intimate scenes with him were displayed. You would have loved it but now you were feeling disgusting. Why is he making it so complicated? You loved him but you loved three of them equally — you can't comply with his jealousy all of a sudden.

This is not jealousy — it's a pure obsession.

You were hating the pictures in front of you. Those were not his perspectives but his obsession. You can't see his face but the way he was resting his chin on top of your head and humming, he was admiring the pictures in front of you both.

"We are perfect together. We don't need two other people to join us. We have always been meant for each other and we should get rid of the unnecessary things in our life. It's just a waste of time. See...if they were not here then we wouldn't have conflicts and misunderstandings. They are trying to separate us. This needs to be over."

He kissed the top of your head when you whispered, "what are you trying to say?"

He chuckled and stepped back, leaving you unanswered. You quickly followed his movements, he was fumbling with some gadgets on a corner table.

"What are you doing?"

He didn't reply.

You stepped forward when he spoke up, "stop right there. Wait for a while. Have patience, baby." he chuckled and grabbed the necessary items and placed them on the edge of the bed.

You were breathing heavily beside the study table, nails digging on the wooden edge in frustration.

What to do? What to think of? What to tell him? What to tell them? You were all confused and breaking down in pieces.

In pieces of his obsession.

You were always his prey, y/n.

A clicking sound echoed in the room when he pressed a switch, the room was all dark then and he stood beside you to pull a string, a white sheet covered the wall opposite to the bed, hiding some part of his jealousy displayed on the wall.

He pressed a button on the remote in his hold and the projector turned on.

The video started playing but your eyes were on him — a look of disbelief in your eyes.

He smirked when he noticed you and turned your face towards the screen by your chin.

The video started with the opening of a grand glass door, entering a luxurious building with shiny white marbled floor and white walls all around with photos decorated all around the room. Few albums, photocards, clean cut glass and classy fiber frames with pictures and some quotes written in the corners. Wait, the quotes are familiar — its in his rooms as well. Then you noticed the similar mirrors with words written on them with red lipstick and you know those doodling words are your name.

Then when the camera focused on the pictures, you could see it was all yours but in Jaemin's perspective. your face was hidden in most of the pictures but was focused on you with the background. Some had your eyes visible, they looked so nice and oh — the ones with lips — highlighting your smile — such a sweet one.

You could have loved it more if you weren’t in the current situation me.

The video ended with him smiling upward towards the ceiling at drone camera and letters appeared on the screen - NARCISSISM.

The same way he was smiling at you and admiring the beauty you were radiating when the video light was falling on your face.

The exhibition was not only about his photography but it was to prove his love for you.

The exhibition is to prove to others that you are his perfect little, y/n.

Suddenly the screen went blank and two pictures appeared.

Haechan smiling brightly at the lens and Jeno laughing beside him.

You stepped forward and touched the sheet, the projector rays shining on your body and you heard a click sound. You balled your fist in anger.

He clicked a picture of you.

Again.

Suddenly, a red line started to appear from the top corner of the screen and repeating from the other top too. You were confused but soon noticed it was making a cross sign on their picture. You felt a presence beside you.

"Now its perfect."

He was smiling at the screen.

You turned towards him, "what do you mean?"

he rested his palm on your cheek, smiling dearly with lots of evil intentions, "They should say goodbye to you."

Two voices announced their arrival from the living room area and you stared at Jaemin in horror.

(I'm debating whether I should post Taeyong fic or Jeno fic next!!!)

Long note down here: 👇

It's a late night plot when I was obsessing over Jaemin with his new posts. So basically just a weird plot on how I want Jaemin to hold an exhibition for me and him. I love this man so much 😭

Also I had to keep Jeno and Hyuck here👹 and after the scandal if you want to ignore Hyuck then please leave my book coz you will find my twin Hyuck in every plot so if u hate him...you are hating on me as well.

Renjun come back to us soon. We are waiting and we love you so much baby😫

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Hii! What's your headcanons about relationship with Otis Driftwood? Nothing too violent towards reader after they became a s/o, if you could, without going into ooc <3

Otis Driftwood In a Relationship

Warnings: smut (18+), control, possessiveness, gaslighting, mentions of sex work (not reader), canon-typical violence, aggression, narcissism, it's otis - he is a warning!

Words: 1.1K

A/N: Thank you for my first Otis request! I've been in love with this man for going on twenty years so I have lots of headcanons for him. I feel like this is realistically (to me) how he would have a relationship with someone who wasn't either a victim or murderer while still keeping him in character (I hope!) Also yes I had to get the quote in the last bullet, I was watching the film as I wrote this. I hope you enjoy it. I’d love to know what you all think to this, and feel free to send me more requests 💌

→ It's widely known that Otis harbours some unconventional interests. In the small town of Ruggsville, the Firefly family's prominence, especially their ties to local celebrity Captain Spaulding, is undeniable. In this backwater community, everyone has their own shades of darkness when it comes to entertainment or survival, so you don't bat an eyelash at the rumours circulating about the family.

 → Otis charms you with his quick wit and sharp tongue, an aura of danger enveloping him and lingering in his presence. He frequents the local watering hole where you work, spending quiet summer evenings regaling you with stories of travelling the country with his younger sister, moving from one stolen car to the next. When you ask why he returned to the dead-end town, he nonchalantly declares that family is the most important thing to him. And then, with a mischievous grin, he casually mentions his involvement in a Satanic cult. 

→ Otis thinks that perhaps what draws him to you is your refusal to flinch at his unsavoury stories or the sly smirk you offer when he alludes to the sweet taste of your skin. He enjoys the recoil from others, welcomes it even because it's what he's known since he was a child and means he's got the upper hand. You give him pause, a dangerous thing indeed. In you, he sees a kindred spirit equally disillusioned with societal norms, and he wonders how long it will take to break you. 

→ With every aspect seemingly covered, there's no obvious place for you in his life. Yet, thoughts of you intrude on his mind during the day, distracting him from his tasks. The persistent idea that you might offer something different to his routine gradually consumes him, eroding all other thoughts until only you remain. 

→ His carnal needs are met by the bottom feeders he keeps around for a quick release. Sometimes, when their pleading becomes bothersome and he wants the peace and quiet, he will end it fast because it's easier when they're cold. He pulls them into his cot and curls into them until they have festered and rotten to the point that Tiny has to dispose of them. If it's a willing body he seeks, a trip to the whorehouse suffices. 

→ It's a few months before you meet the family. Otis doesn't need to tell you the importance of the moment, you can sense it in his tense demeanour, permeating the lounge as Mama parades you around the room like a prize pig at the county fair. You sense his eyes upon you, observing your reactions to each member, particularly noting your response to Tiny's imposing presence and your handling of Grandpa's vulgarity. In his mind, he rationalizes that you'll need a strong stomach if you are going to be with him. 

→ You are under no illusion that you're not the only person from whom Otis seeks comfort. He isn't shy about the fact that he needs more than what you can give him, says as much when he insists on you leaving him be for a few days to exorcise his darker urges. He doesn't approach the subject of you joining him sometimes until he is certain that you won't spring like a scared rabbit. When he finally does ask, you accept with a morbid curiosity.

→ Otis certainly has his private indulgences, but he takes great pleasure in involving you in some of his less solitary activities. Whatever the pursuit may be, it often concludes with him inside of you, his teeth leaving raw marks on your skin as he draws out multiple orgasms from your pliable body.

→ In these moments, he alternates between showering you with praise and delivering sharp, cutting remarks, his rough fingers encircling your throat as he thrusts into you with relentless force, pushing you to the brink of ecstasy until you're cock drunk and screaming his name. He relishes in the intensity of the experience, breaking you down only to rebuild you according to his desires, sculpting you into his perfect masterpiece.

→ Over time, Otis's possessiveness and control puts an end to your employment, your independence dwindling in the face of your need to be with him and his need for your servitude. His affection is conditional upon your compliance and submission, and when you prove yourself to him is when you get your reward of a tender kiss to your nose, or being pulled into his lap for a warm embrace. His love is a privilege to be earned, and he is fast to take it away if he deems you unworthy of it.

→ Otis perceives you as an extension of himself, expecting you to conform to his desires and interests. He finds pleasure in your engagement with his world, he likes when you lounge on his stained mattress in nothing but his shirt listening to his musings on the complexities of human nature. He encourages you to challenge his viewpoints, igniting debates that fuel his passion.

→ However, you soon discover that venturing into this territory can be perilous. It often results in Otis's eyes blazing with fury, his hands trembling with conviction as he towers over you, unleashing a torrent of berating and belittling words until you find yourself on your knees before him. It's a volatile dance of intellectual stimulation intertwined with the raw intensity of his dominance.

→ It falls to you to navigate these moments, gently guide him back to a sense of equilibrium with a steady stream of apologies and affirmations, trail open mouthed kisses down his body until you feel him relax under your touch. Sometimes his tumultuous thoughts wouldn't waver and he'd either take his frustrations out on your cunt or push you away until you are begging at his door. For Otis, isolation becomes a test of your loyalty—will you stay, or run? 

→ And time and again, you choose to stay, receiving no verbal apology afterward because that is Otis' way. However, when he deems fit, he leaves small tokens on the bedside table for you to find in the morning—a small sculpture, a painting—his non-verbal way of acknowledging his feelings about his actions. You know better than to draw attention to these gestures. Instead, you offer a kiss to his lips as a silent acknowledgment of his effort to make amends. His response is typically playful yet affectionate, a light smack on your behind accompanied by an eye roll, never one to dwell on sentimentality.

→ Overall, Otis is content with you, would dare say happy. You fit into his life with ease, don't give him much grief when you're not busy bitching a song about nothing. However, the devil makes work for idle hands, and there's still work to be done in fully acclimating you to his ways. He does love watching you break.

[bitethedevil]

What will make Raphael cry? He’s half human I refuse to believe he doesn’t have a softer side like others human he probably feels some emotions too..? Maybe not as strong

Raphael’s Upbringing

The seeds that we water are the ones that grow. I think it’s the same for Raphael. Raphael is half human and half devil. Raphael has ‘watered’ the devil side. As with most people, we are a product of our upbringing and environment. I have a couple of different theories as to how that has been for Raphael. I’m going to give a long-winded answer, because I can’t resist (you can just skip to the conclusion for the actual answer).

Stranded in the Material Plane

Since it takes a human parent to create a cambion, it��s not unlikely that Raphael was born on the Material Plane. It’s not unusual for cambion babies to just be left there alone, since their mothers die in childbirth. If they are extremely lucky, someone will take care of them. If not, they often just die. Neither mortals nor devils like them. However, cambions age faster than mortal children and when they are fully aged up, they attain their immortality.

Raphael could have grown up on the Material Plane, but we know that at some point he ended up in the Hells. Mephistopheles did not take him in out of the goodness of his heart, that’s for sure, and we know that they do have some sort of connection since Raphael has a portal specifically to Cania. Mephisto might have seen him survive against all odds and thought he could use him.

If Raphael grew up on the Material Plane, he has most likely grown up with complete hatred around him (he would as well in the Hells). I’ve talked about how he is good at parading as human and that he has seemingly human interests (art and poetry for example). This could be because he grew up there and that’s why he understands mortals so well. It could also simply be because he has been in the soul business for so long.

Raphael likes the Material Plane because he gets to be a big fish there, where he is very much a small fish in the Hells. We see his Napolean complex constantly when he interacts with us (little mouse, pipsqueak, generally talking down to us). Nevertheless, the devil title is still super important to him (and pointing out he is not a mortal). This could make extra sense if he grew up amongst mortals for some years, and has to prove even more to daddy dearest and the other devils that he is not one of them. But who knows.

Growing up in the Hells

It could also be that Meph snatched him up and raised him entirely in the Hells, with the purpose of using him as a pawn. Cambions are valuable because they are some of the devils that can visit the Material Plane. Meph also has a daughter that he uses for his own gains.

If raised entirely in the Hells, then Raphael would have even less human qualities. He would grow up feeling like an outsider and constantly having to prove himself. That means growing some tough skin and shunning every human emotion, which I think he has done to some extent regardless. I also have a theory that he was cast out of Cania at some point and sent to Avernus to live as an outcast, which is also interesting.

Raphael dislikes his father, but at the same time he wants to one-up him and probably impress him too. He is a lot like his dear daddy. There is a complicated relationship to be sure. His father is ruthless and cunning, and Raphael wants to be like that too.

The Emotions Part (Conclusion)

If he has ‘human’ emotions, they are under lock and key. He shuns them and doesn’t identify with them. He has had millennia to tame them, so I’m not sure that there is a lot left. If he ever feels something, it’s largely for himself. I think sadness would turn into anger and that he is prone to the same terrifying outbursts of rage as his father. If he ever does cry, it pisses him off even more because he sees it as weakness. Underneath all that seeming narcissism is most likely a man that hates himself and how he is. He clings to the image of what he wants to be: the big scary strong devil.

He has had to fend for himself in one way or another due to his upbringing, so I think that emotions for others are a thing he doesn’t concern himself with. There has only been one constant and one person he can trust in his entire life: himself. Unless he gains something from it directly, why care about it?

Cambions are largely solitary and live solitary lives. It’s really no wonder that they do given their upbringing. They are also able to be good, but why would they be when the whole world hates them or look down on them? Maybe he could be soft, if he decided to ‘water’ that side of him, but after millennia, I think it would take something huge for him to change his ways. He has other priorities.

That is just my opinion at least!

(Thank you for the ask <3)