#Pornography kills relationship

[faeriekit]

Someone made a light Batman reference in front of me yesterday and I made the mistake of recognizing it. "Oh, are you a fan?" Sir, attempting to articulate the toxic relationship between myself and the detective comics universe would put us both in the hospital. You seem like such a nice normal dad with a healthy attitude towards media consumption. I have been exposed to pornography you can't even fathom. I am being held hostage. I know the names of possibly every Robin and the constant reinterpretations of inconstant timelines. I have formed opinions people kill each other over online. They may still find me if I am ever too vocal. We are not the same. I wish I was you.

[hadesoftheladies]

why you should have hope for separatism:

-this is one of the first times in history where women en masse are educated and (are expected to) participate in the working class which means now more than ever women are better equipped to take care of their own financial needs (even with all the tradwife influencers, not many women will be able to convert because house-wifery is strictly limited to the upper-class, which is shrinking more and more, so most women will always have to work anyways, and most women see this! even the ones that joke about being housewives/strippers are serious about their careers!)

-separatism is mostly non-action. it is strategic non-interaction with men or male media which makes it extremely accessible and easy to replicate across cultures. it removes women from exploitative relationships with men. this means the only thing you need to do to convince women to become separatists is attack the idea that their lives will be unfulfilled without men. and more women and girls are embracing that culture simply because of their experiences (and access to education)!

-late stage capitalism and the rise of blatant misogyny men display is radicalizing women. which means more and more women are open to living together and raising children together romantically/platonically. (literally every woman i've talked to who's unmarried lives with their parents or wants to live with women because men are genuinely an unattractive option--thank you men for showing your asses <3)

-the internet and globalization positions women from all over the world to share their experiences (and we have many shared experiences), which means consciousness-raising has never been faster or easier or more powerful!

-men and boys are failing and dropping out of school way more than women and girls which means that women and girls are on the way to dominating academia and relevant industries! women will make up more of the skilled workers in future job markets which means that women who are educated now will likely be better off and more pursued financially than men. women's influence in society is increasing! think about it. as much as male violence is increasing, male literacy and competence and skill is DECREASING (even nepotism or sexism will not be enough to fix that problem because hiring men will still result in profit losses and other financial inconveniences). in short, male culture is killing men!

-resistance to pornography and understanding the evils of pornography are also increasing. awareness of male violence is increasing!

please read more literature on separatist strategies and don't think whatever is happening on tiktok/IG is how all women think. most women irl are not stupid enough to trade in their jobs for prostitution because women don't actually want that. many women i've talked to in real life also don't want children (in these conditions or at all)! they aren't radfems but they still have self-preservation instincts and intelligence!

there is literally so many ways we can use the current sociopolitical climate to our advantage. it is too early to give up. like wayyyy to fucking early.

[osmanthusoolong]

“Is porn addiction real? Less so than claimed, argues Lisa Hagen in a bombshell report for NPR. In this article, the journalist explores the ‘masturbation abstinence’ and anti-porn addiction movement in the US, finding a landscape filled with pseudoscience, reactionary rhetoric, and shame. “In one study,” Hagen notes, “among people who self-identify as ‘pornography addicts’, the average frequency of porn use was less than ten times a year”.”

…

“Meanwhile, sex acts outside the norm are often configured as things that only exist to hurt and degrade women or pollute their relationships, rather than as things women could possibly be interested in. Several of the women I’ve talked to have spoken about being into kink, and about how alienated they feel by discourse that kink is just a cover for violence against women, rather than something women themselves can desire and instigate.”

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“The subtextual ‘threat’ behind ‘wrong’ porn gets very queer, very quickly. An interviewee for NPR describes a common set of anxieties on the forums he frequented: ‘‘The common themes were ‘porn is turning me gay’ or ‘porn is making me cross-dress’ or ‘porn is making me want to be dominated’ or ‘porn is making me like transgenders [sic]’.” It’s pretty clear that men are feeling drawn to the taboo thrills of getting topped, gender-play and gay exploration, whether as fantasy or as real possibility; men are also, I noticed, sometimes seeing straight porn and identifying with the woman. This opens up possibilities and anxieties that ‘porn addiction’ forums seek to close off. If you’re thinking about this stuff at all, they say, you have an addiction that is driving you to seek out ‘extreme’ material, and you need help. Reading this as a queer guy felt like hearing the Kill Bill sirens going off: it’s so clear that any erotic charge towards sex workers of any kind, gay men, trans women, or stigmatised forms of sex are seen as polluting ‘proper’ straight life.

If you read through anti-porn forums and programmes as someone who knows what conversion therapy looks like, you will find its tells in abundance. Heavy emphasis on shaming, while also promising that the programme will provide a way out of that shame; advice that new desires might not go away, but can be ignored and managed; unspoken assumptions that monogamous, cisgender, heterosexual, vanilla sex is the sexual ideal; heavy use of pseudoscience; intimations that the reader is being purposely corrupted by the porn industry or a wider, conspiratorial ‘agenda’. UK Rehab’s page on porn addiction advises that “pornography addiction can lead to changes in sexual tastes, desires and practices […] which can cause huge problems for addicts in relationships. The addict may begin to engage in different forms of sexual experience and expression, which may include risky sexual behaviour […] Even in less extreme cases, as mentioned above repeated exposure to hard-core pornography can lead to changed expectations of partners, which can make attaining a “normal” sex life increasingly difficult”. What is ‘normal’ here? What is ‘risky’? What are the ‘tastes’ in question?”

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“Women, in particular, are taught that men’s excessive sexual desires are the root of cheating and disloyalty and sexual violence (rather than the misogyny that makes men disregard women’s boundaries, for instance), and that they therefore need to surveil and police their partners’ porn use. This is furthered by the assumption that any desire to use porn at all is a marker of unmanageable sexual vice and voraciousness, which you’ll particularly find in evangelical/religious circles.”

The fact that people will argue in court that this problem that, again, doesn’t exist, is responsible for CSA and other sexual violence and not the structure of society and families encouraging and enabling such…

…

“Most people who think they’re addicted to porn aren’t. What they’re addicted to is policing their own genders and sexualities, hoping that if they just do so a little more successfully, all their personal and relational problems will fall away.”

This seems relevant to the constant discussion about the subject here, especially given the politics of the people who think porn addiction/porn brain/etc is real

[femalethink]

Pornography is regularly used in ways that have nothing to do with sexual explicitness. Rather, pornography is commonly understood as a form of propaganda, a representational style linked with defamation and desensitization, if not destruction. Patricia J. Williams, who thinks legally, critically, and gracefully about race, sex, and injustice, calls pornography a "habit of thinking," and one that informs all manner of abusive and exploitative attitudes and relationships. Pornography, as I am using the term, is just that, a worldview, a way of thinking and acting that sexualizes and genders domination and submission, from the bedroom to the war room, making domination masculine (even when a woman plays that role) and submission feminine (even when a man plays that role), and making both the essence of sex. By wedding sexuality to inequality, pornography conditions women and men to have a substantial investment in maintaining the oppressive status quo—again, from interpersonal relationships to international politics.

Pornography kills off, and then substitutes itself for, the erotic—the life force, the earthy and ethereal force of growth, fruitfulness, exuberance, ecstasy, connectedness, and integrity. Pornography severs eroticism from intimacy and empathy and bonds it to voyeurism and objectification (of the self and of another). It incarnates pleasure in acts of hatred. It would have all of us believe, even those of us getting the "fuzzy end of the lollypop" (Sugar/Marilyn Monroe's lament in Some Like It Hot, Billy Wilder, 1959), that without a certain measure of power and powerlessness, danger, fear, pain, possession, shame, distance, and violence there wouldn't be any "sex" at all. Of course, the simultaneously pornographic, monotonous, and erotophobic culture tends to make that true. Variously damaged, alienated, and desensitized, pornography can become what we need in order to feel at all.

Some applaud pornography because it allows access to sexual imagery and language and easily offends offensive religious morality. Yet pornography is no real alternative to systemic sex-negative morality; rather it is an intrinsic part of it. Pornography and mainstream morality both stem from and continually reinforce a worldview that first makes a complex of body/low/sex/dirty/deviant/female/devil and then severs these from mind/high/spirit/pure/normal/male/god. For both, sex itself is the core taboo. Moralism systematically upholds the taboo and pornography systematically violates it. In the complex that evolves from this absurdity, taboo violation itself becomes erotically charged. Evil becomes seductive and the good mostly boring. Without patriarchal moralism's misogyny, homophobia, demand for sexual ignorance, and sin-sex-shame equation, pornography as we know it would not exist. And, together, the two work to maintain the sex and gender status quo.

—Jane Caputi, "Goddesses and Monsters: Women, Myth, Power, and Popular Culture."

[konigsblog]

Could u please do more mean stepbrothers soap and Gaz but make the gooner Stebrothees Soap and Gaz?

cw: stepcest, porn addiction. 💗

ohh, the stepbrother's being porn addicts... are you trying to kill me, anon? :(

they take all their sexual frustration out on you. it would make sense if they lacked female touch, i mean, spending all their time watching porn isn't helping their desperation for a relationship. so instead, they find someone trustworthy, someone they've known for years, someone to keep a secret...

you become a secret, while holding theirs. you act as a sacrifice, perhaps even a fleshlight for them. their broad hips smacking against your rear while they use you as a sacrifice for their "god" (pornography), your other stepbrother getting off and throwing his head back while he stares at the pornography with wide eyes. kyle is more into videos, while johnny takes whatever, including magazines.

finding pages stuck together while he begs you to suck him off, or present your cunt to him so he can have multiple forms of stimulation.

gaz loves when you jerk him off, while he keeps his eyes wide, body jerking into your hand as you stroke him slowly and gently, kissing down his abdomen while he moans and groans, uncontrollably cumming with realisation... :3

[vox-tv-demon]

Welcome to the HazbinVerse!

We have:

@ask-charlie-morningstar, the Princess Of Hell and leader of the Hazbin Hotel!

@ask-the-radio-demon, the deer demon that broadcasts killings across the world!

@askvaggie, the manager of the hotel and Charlie's girlfriend!

@ask-niffty, the cleaner and helper to Alastor!

@angeldust-fucks, the famous porn star who's here for some reason!

@huskthebarkeep, the bartender who's constantly drunk and depressed!

@vox-tv-demon, the television overlord who has a kid and a boyfriend!

@valentino-moth-man, the pornography overlord who has many kids and is the boyfriend!

@ask-velvette, the social media overlord who's a sassy lil bitch!

@ask-a-vox, another Vox!

@voxonlive, yet another fucking Vox!

@zestialtheoverlord, the oldest overlord there is!

@ask-lucifer-morningstar , ruler of Hell!

@ask-yourstruly-lilithmorningstar, Lucifer's wife!

@ask-rosie, leader of the Cannibal Colony and running Rosie's Emporium!

@alastors-radio-show, another Alastor!

@red-velvette-cakes, another Velvette!

@ask-sir-pentious-hisshisslord, the snake overlord with the Egg Bois!

@molly-that-spider, Angel's twin sister!

@arackniss-that-spider, Angel's older brother and love interest of Pentious (I don't know how far they've gotten in their relationship)!

@the-don-henroin, Angel's bitch-ass dad who deserves to fucking die! :D

@baxter-science-fish, the scientist and Velvette's boyfriend!

@damian-morningstar, Lucifer's accidental son!

@collin-sheep, the fallen cherub!

@prince-of-envy, Charlie's ex and an Overlord!

@carmilla-carmine, weapon seller supreme!

@weapon-gatherer-odette, one of Carmilla's two daughters!

@furry-vox ... I don't know whether this is an OC or not, honestly. But it sure does exist.

@adamthefirstangel, the first angel! It's self-explanatory.

@ask-exterminator-lute, Adam's right hand!

@dragqueenspider, another Angel Dust!

@devilduckdad, another King of Hell!

@charliem0rningstar, another Princess of Hell!

@king-morningstar, Lucifer again!

@that-funky-spider, another Angel again!

@yumyumbodyparts, a cannibal kid!

Onto the OCs!

@alainthesquirrl, chef of the Hazbin Hotel!

@vincent-the-electric-moth, Vox and Valentino's son!

@mochi-the-shapeshifter, a worker for Valentino who can change her body!

@carmeltheassistant, Vox's right hand girl!

@asktheratz, a bunch of rats!

@hazbin-stealth-rat, another rat!

@cupid-the-killer, Vox's nasty-ass ex!

@specktivedemon, a Hotel resident!

@aroyaltailor, a tailor and also part of the Ars Goetia!

@mewhenautism, autistic cthulu apparently!

@siempreminta, a mysterious girl staying at the Hotel!

@sienna-lenora-raven, Angel Dust's little sister!

@lunar-the-moon-overlord, the overlord of the moon!

@fawndemonkiddo, a young demon child in Hell!

Please feel free to link this post in your pinned! If you have an OC I have forgotten or don't know about, please reply to this post so I can add them!

[randomfoggytiger]

With the help of your analysis, I started wondering if CSM and the syndicate chose Scully to be a "mole" in hopes of one day turning her into one of them as they did with Krycek.

Perhaps, because of their knowledge of Mulder's penchant for porn, they thought that she could be a distraction and a wrench in his plans. Once they could turn or initiate her, afterall she was young and relatively inexperience and possibly easily influenced (at least in their eyes), she could help manipulate Mulder ala Diana. They didn't expect Scully to be as strong-willed and connect to Mulder as she did.

I wonder what the plan was with Mulder and Scully had Gillian not gotten pregnant. I think I read that one of the writers or directors wanted to create some angst between them by having them turn against one another at some point. I could be wrong.

Another issue that my brain was trying to reconcile is who is the "boss"? Is Mulder technically Scully's "boss" or manager and is that why he seems to order her around. OR, is Scully technically the boss since she begins by monitoring him and reporting back about his doings to CSM/Belvins? I know they are supposed to be "partners" and on equal ground, but are they. Honestly, no matter what, Scully is in control because she has Mulder wrapped around her tiny little fingers.

Okay, let's answer this in chunks! >:DDD

Neither Mulder nor Scully is the boss. They both report to Skinner, and he holds them equally accountable for mistakes made on the files. If Mulder had been "the department head" in anything other than name/title only, then he would have had a lot more one-sided punishment from Skinner for the basement's escapades: hierarchy and rank bring require more responsibility. Which is what Mulder wanted to avoid (amongst other things-- like spies. Speaking of which:)

I think the Syndicate had a different goal than CSM for assigning Scully.

Blevins thought they could reign Mulder in; and his groupies constantly raged at CSM's or Deep Throat's interference whenever Mulder was "saved" or bailed out from various scrapes. They wanted Scully to debunk his work: Blevins admitted as much in Pilot. If they wanted to sexually distract Mulder from the files, they wouldn't have thought to recruit-- or let CSM recruit-- Diana Fowley out.

CSM kept trying to thwart or kill Mulder in Season 1-3; but canon rewrote that motivation in Musings of a Cigarette Smoking Man to become one of deep curiosity and interest. In Season 4, we learned he sent Scully down because she would complement Mulder's work and hopefully lead that doe-y eyed younger man closer to the Truth-- specifically, to what CSM believed was the Truth: his beliefs and goals, his Syndicate. In Season 6, he lamented that Jeffrey was a lame buzzkill and not comparable at all to "Bill Mulder's son." It's not until Amor Fati-- David Duchovny's episode, really-- that we were given a more cogent reason for CSM's actions: he is more than willing to sacrifice Mulder for his own selfish gain. "Every man just wants to live a normal life" (loosely quoted) was what CSM believes, for himself and for Mulder; and we saw him constantly get mixed up with women left and right-- Tena Mulder, Cassandra Spender, Diana Fowley, nearly Scully-- trying to find a snippet of that normal life (the opposite of Mulder and Tena Mulder and Bill Mulder's strategy.) It's also in Amor Fati that CSM influences Mulder to wonder if Carl is his father-- an idea canon left mostly on the back burner the entire show. Here, we realize he wanted to draw Mulder to "the Truth" not for Mulder's benefit but for his own: either to join his side, or to leech off his brain (metaphorically and literally) like a parasite.

Mulder's pornography/phone sex is very different than an actualized sexual relationship with a woman; and the Syndicate, I believe, factored in that difference. As previously mentioned, the Consortium would have been aware that Mulder recruited his own girlfriend onto the files when he discovered them. Yet, they chose to-- or allowed CSM to, which I think is the case-- pull Diana away with an elevated position in Europe. Blevins and the group explicitly sent Scully in to debunk and humiliate Mulder's work. They could have chosen anyone else, including a planted spy; but they didn't feel the need because they thought it would be a one-and-done case-- that Scully would wrap her partner up tight and deliver him for slaughter. Further, I think they selected Scully because she was an excellent agent who, they assumed, wouldn't respect Mulder or his theories... and she inadvertently reinforced that impression by calling him "Spooky Mulder" in Blevins's office (after that exchange is when she was told about the job.)

Those are my thoughts, anyway.

[shini--chan]

Hello! ✨

How would germany, prussia, france, russia and austria (all of them are 1p) deal with a lover who have genophobia? (genophobia is a serious fear of sexual intimacy)

Hello charming stranger

Yandere Hetalia - Genophobia

Trigger warnings: substance abuse, forced therapy, dub-con, non-con, murder, lobotomisation, deliberate triggering of phobias 

Austria

Roderich would be incredulous about it. First, he would doubt your condition, see it just as you dishing up fibs to avoid a normal relationship. There would be snide remarks and very mean teasing. He would calm down over time, at least a bit, and decide to test the waters to see if you're telling the truth. And to determine the severity of your condition, should you turn out to be honest.

There would be hands on your waist, wandering higher or lower than appropriate. A lot of lewd jokes would fall, and when kissing you, he would pull you closer than usual or even light bite your lip. Maybe he'll make you read some raunchy novels, or go as far as to touch you in a sexual manner while you're asleep. 

Once he'd set up the diagnosis, he'll delve straight into giving you treatment. Since he is the man that outright enjoys playing psychiatrist, you'd be subjected to the full program. A pleasant side-effect in his eyes would be that he'd get to know you so well. Furthermore, you'd be indebted to him for curing you. 

That being said, your willingness to engage in therapy, with him no less, wouldn't play a significant role in his mind. The doctor knows what's best, better than the patient does, after all. Although, should conventional methods not work, then he'll gradually become more frustrated. The more frustrated he is, the more unconventional and unorthodox his methods would become. Brainwashing isn't off the table. 

France

Francis would be aghast and irate. What happened to you that you're so scared of baring yourself to another person? Should there be a culprit, then he would tear open their throat and serve their heart to you on a silver platter, quite literally in this case. France would aim on demonstrating his dedication to you through this, that he would avenge you and hunt those that harm you to the ends of the earth. Radical and off putting? He wouldn't see it that way. 

Retributions and crimes of passion aside, he would be frustrated with your genophobia. When it comes to closer interactions, he would live in constant fear of triggering your phobia. That is something that would kill the romance for him, so he would seek ways to alleviate your fears. One of those would include romancing you so thoroughly and hard (love-bombing) that you would forget the past. At least, that would be his idea. Another would be alcohol, another carbon monoxide, and yet another making you watch pornography. 

While he does claim to be a master of romance, he is a bit too bloodthirsty and controlling to really be becoming of that title. He would yearn for the picture perfect romance with you, and your genophobia would throw a spanner in the works. So it would have to be eradicated, even if it would involve vile means. Depending on the time period, it might end up with you being lobotomized. 

Germany

Ludwig would really be a wild card in regards to this. He could be awkward, recognising you as a victim of a heinous crime and handling you as if you're made of glass. At first that is - the sentiment would wear off as time passes. 

In that state, he would be at a loss with what he should do with you. There would be fearful attempts of broaching the subject more in depth, of communicating like healthy couples should. But this isn't a healthy relationship and Ludwig is far too emotionally constipated for something like that. Perhaps the two of you would wind up going in circles around each other. Germany's attempts to help you would be downright insensitive at times, like handing you a dildo and telling you to mastrubate until you are ready for real sex. 

Or, he would go in the opposite way of trying to help you in his considerate, awkward fashion. Then, he would view you as inferior to himself, a lowly creature that has to be hammered into shape. He'd roll his eyes, snap at you to pull yourself together, even make fun of you. In war, it would even be worse than that - coercion and threats and use of force. 

Either way, in most of the cases he would end up being so frustrated and wooden and out of sorts. He would sing your praises to the heavens and condemn you to hell. To relieve some of his frustration, he'd sometimes lock himself in his office with a photo or a personal effect of yours and take care of himself. 

Prussia

Gilbert, being his frugal and monastic self, even to the modern day, wouldn't realise that you have genophobia until far into the relationship. At first, he would be relieved since that wouldn't mean he would have to put out anytime soon. However, as the relationship would progress, he would find himself becoming frisky and mulling over sleeping with you. 

Here it should be remarked that Gilbert is no psychologist and he has little tact or finesse when it comes to human interactions. This would be evident in your relationship as well. Thus, he wouldn't know how to approach the issue at first. His first approaches would be downright hilarious - if it weren't such a serious topic and if he wouldn't be yandere. 

Finally though, he would take a military approach to the matter and gradually acclimate you to being intimate with regular "exercises", where you would both gradually expand your comfort zone. If it would make you comfortable, then he'd give up all control and let you ride him like a warhorse. 

Beware though - if he'd get the feeling that you're being difficult on purpose, to be spiteful or petty or due to whatever reason, then he'll let you feel it. Prussia wouldn't coerce you into sex, however your life would become harsher and harder if you make him endure a Josephite marriage. 

Russia

Oh, when it comes to the grand picture, he would be elated at your fear of intimacy. It would mean that you aren't able to cheat on him, after all. During the beginning of your relationship he would even encourage it, and even try to use it as a springboard to make you isolate yourself even further and rely only on him. Perhaps he'd even orchestrate some incidents to induce social anxiety in you. 

That aside, you having genophobia probably means somebody hurt you in some fashion. It would be a matter that he simply couldn't leave be, and Ivan would take it upon himself to avenge you. Of course, while he would ensure that the news of that bastard's brutal demise reaches your ears, he wouldn't confess to the gruesome deep until much later. You'd have to be firmly bound to him for him to truly be open with you. 

Speaking of that, once your social life consists only of him and the company he approves of, he'd be determined to solve your problems. His approach would be that your phobia is still such a fixture in your life because you haven't found closure yet. New surroundings and a new lifestyle could help with that, or him finally coming clean in lynching the persons who harmed you. 

Though, should his initial hypothesis' bear no fruit, then he'd try more radical methods. In essence he would define the problem as your inability to relax during intimacy and that you would need help in doing so. Alcohol and opioids would be his solution here, maybe hypnosis as well. 

[arxims]

𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐊 ᶠᴼᵁᴿ

Returning to Seoul was a decision that you finally ended up in , given that it was the place where you spent your past years. Leaving your messed up past behind, you made the conscious choice to return to Seoul in order to breathe new life into your existence. Little did you know that this decision would change your life. For the good or bad. As you reconnected with an old friend from your past, you were introduced to his younger brother, whose presence became far more significant in your life in a twisted way than you thought.

Pairing : jungkook x reader 

genre/au : a lot of angst, smut, killer!Jungkook, non idol au, violence. 

Warnings : graphic depiction of violence and gore, lots of blood, mentions of rape, smut, sexual activity, toxic Jungkook, red flag Jungkook, psychopathic behavior red flag behavior, mentally disturbed characters, suicide, murder, depictions of torture, serial killing, lots of trauma, depression, criminal behavior, murderous tenancies, possible major character death, mentions child abuse and child pornography, unprotected sex, cumming, teasing, commitment issues. 

Rating : only suitable for mature readers 

Word count : 7.5 k

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"Jungkook's not here?" 

Jungkook's absence was immediately noticed by you as you entered Taehyung's home. Taehyung, visibly exhausted from a long day at work, was lounging on the couch, engrossed in a TV show. You took a seat beside Taehyung. With a weary smile, Taehyung responded, "He's out, God knows where." Over time, you had transitioned from being just a friend to feeling like a member of Taehyung's family, allowing you the privilege of entering his home without the need to knock.

As you settled in, a weight on your mind prompted you to share your concerns with Taehyung. "There's something, Tae. Something that bothers me," you expressed, your gaze shifting to the Korean comedy show playing on the screen. Taehyung, sensing the seriousness in your tone, sat up attentively and lowered the volume to listen intently. "What is it? I'm here to talk," he reassured you, meeting your eyes with a look of genuine concern.

"It's about Jungkook," you confided softly. Taehyung's protective instincts immediately kicked in as he inquired, "What about him? Did he say something?" The thought of Jungkook potentially causing you distress stirred a protective urge within Taehyung, who regarded you as a cherished younger sister. "No," you responded, "But I don't know what I am to him, Tae. He's not even giving me an answer. He loves me, he's my boyfriend. But he's not letting me make anything official.

Taehyung raised an elegant eyebrow, his curiosity piqued by the situation unfolding before him. Observing Jungkook's behavior, he couldn't help but ponder if his brother had finally found solace in a single relationship. Jungkook's constant chatter about you, both at home and elsewhere, with your name ever-present on his lips, led Taehyung to believe that Jungkook was deeply enamored with you. The intensity of Jungkook's feelings was unmistakable, mirrored in your own actions and words.

As Taehyung mulled over the situation, a furrow creased his brow, reflecting his confusion at the lack of an official commitment between you and Jungkook. "What do you mean it isn't official?" he inquired, his expression a mix of concern and bewilderment.

In response, you poured out your heart, expressing your inner turmoil. Despite being treated well and loved by Jungkook, the absence of a formal label for your relationship left you feeling unsettled. "I know he loves me and cares for me, but he hesitates to define our relationship," you confided in Taehyung, your eyes brimming with unshed tears. The fear of losing Jungkook to another woman weighed heavily on your mind, tugging at your heartstrings.

Taehyung gazed into your eyes, his own reflecting a blend of worry and contemplation. The question lingered in the air, "What is he up to?" The complexity of emotions and unspoken desires hung palpably in the air, creating a web of uncertainty and longing.

"You asked him about making your relationship official. What was his reply?" 

"He said he doesn't wanna put a label on our relationship," you sighed, feeling a sense of desperation creeping in. Despite this, you believed it was a risk worth taking. 

"All I want is to be with him, Tae. To build a life together, start a family, and grow up in a small home. That's all I yearn for," you pleaded, knowing that only Taehyung possessed the ability to navigate this situation. He was the sole individual Jungkook would listen to.

"I asked him to meet my parents and he acted like he… HeHe only loves me for sex” you gazed at Taehyung with pleading eyes, hoping for a solution. "Please, convince him to meet my parents."

Following a moment of contemplation, a glimmer of hope flickered in your eyes as Taehyung offered, "I will try. I'll try and talk to him”

It was late, almost nine when Jungkook returned after his meeting with Yoongi. He was proud of the widespread news of Hajoon's murder and echoes his glorious name - the shadow reaper. 

He slowly closed the door of the house. As he turned back, his eyes met with the figure of Taehyung with his arms crossed. “Look, We need to Talk, Kook” Taehyung's voice sounded serious, it worried Jungkook a bit considering the fact that Taehyung was rarely serious. 

“Hyung.. Talk about what?” Jungkook's eyebrow raised. “About you, (Y/N) and your relationship with her. What are you upto?” His arms uncrossed as he raised his voice slightly. A scolding tone evident. 

“What are you saying, hyung?”

“Aren't you two together?  Then why can't you just fucking meet her parents. Poor thing only asked you to make it official and You turned that down?” Taehyung spat. He clearly despises Jungkook's actions sometimes and this was one of them. 

“Because I didn't feel like it. Did she tell you about it? She came to you whining?” Jungkook talked back. He threw his coat on the couch putting his hand in his pocket. 

“The matter is. You're making her confused. If you're her boyfriend, you should act like it. You're acting like you don't even love he-”

“Because I don't. . I'm not sure about it, hyung. But I need her”

Taehyung felt like someone hit him with a brick. His eyes widened in shock. “What did you say?”

“I. Don't. Love. Her. I'm feeling something I never felt before. And I don't know what the fuck it is” Jungkook said in a whisper. Eyes piercing Taehyung's. “But Hyung, I want her. I need her. I wanna keep her. And don't you dare break the glass palace she made in her heart. Let her believe I love her. It's better. But don't force me to just meet her parents  and all that bullshit because I'm not planning to marry anyone.”

Taehyung felt his hopes breaking into pieces. He was finally at peace when Jungkook found his girl. But he was more hurt over the fact that you've been hoping for a life with Jungkook more than anything. How are you gonna take this? Jungkook cannot lie forever. One way or another, you'll know the truth. Taehyung weakly sat on the couch “I can't believe this… You've been betraying her?” Taehyung's voice rose. “No. She needs to know.” Taehyung search for his phone on the table. But before Taehyung could reach it, Jungkook picked it and smashed it on the floor. 

“You're not telling anything to anyone, Hyung. Just remember this. The day she leaves me will be the last day I'll stay sane” Jungkook warned, leaving Taehyung in utter confusion on whether to save his friend from a lifetime heartbreak or keep his mouth shut for the sake of his brother's life. He knew Jungkook didn't make empty promises. Before storming off, he said one more thing. 

“(Y/N) is mine. She'll forever be mine and whoever steps into my way, I won't hesitate to end them.”

Though Jungkook rejected the proposal to meet your parents, he agreed to come with you to Jennie's wedding. Cause you whined a lot, of course. 

“You look perfect, baby. I'm jealous” You said, fixing his shirt as his hands rested on your waist, lips inches away from yours. 

“Are you sure we have to attend this wedding? cause you look so fuckable in that red dress baby.” He stole a kiss from your lips in the conversation. 

“No Kook. Keep your dick in your pants for once. It's important” You looked back at him. His line of sight met with your chest. “After the event baby. I'll let you have me” You just feather kissed his nose. “Don't tempt me wildcat, I might take you right there infront of the guests. Bend you over nicely. You want that?”

“As much as I want it, Kookie, we can't. I can't just ruin my cousin's wedding.”

Jungkook opened the door of your side as you stepped out of the car, at the wedding venue. Jennie loved peonies. So you were the one who designed the wedding venue decorations. And you tried your best to make it the most perfect one for her special day. 

“Baby, I'll go to the bride now. Socialize, okay?” You gripped his collar and pressed a kiss on his lips. “Uh huh” He grumbled, gripping your hips, leaning to get more kisses but you pushed him away. You turned your heals. As you took a couple of steps, you turned back and mouthed “Socialize. Love you” And you went to help Jennie.

As you mingled with the guests, ensuring everything was running smoothly for Jennie's big day, you couldn't help but steal admiring glances at Jungkook from across the room. His rugged good looks and charming demeanor never failed to make your heart flutter, even after all this time together.  

Watching him , laughing and making small talk with the other guests, you marveled at how effortlessly he seemed to fit in, his charismatic persona putting everyone at ease. No one would ever suspect the insecurities and self-doubts that he had confided in you during your most intimate moments together.

Your reverie was broken by the arrival of the dashing groom, Kai, looking every bit the perfect husband-to-be in his immaculate tuxedo. As he caught your eye and gave you a warm smile, you couldn't help but notice Jungkook's expression from across the room – his eyes narrowing ever so slightly, his jaw clenching with barely contained jealousy.

You smiled back at Kai, pushing aside the brief flicker of unease you had felt at Jungkook's reaction. This was Jennie's day, and you weren't about to let anything ruin it for your beloved cousin.

"You've really outdone yourself with the decorations," Kai said as he approached. "Jennie is going to be over the moon."

A swell of pride filled your chest. "I'm just glad I could make her day even more special."

As the ceremony began Jennie made her grand entrance, resplendent in her white gown, which was also chosen by you. As Jennie and Kai exchanged their vows, you felt delighted. You couldn't help but look up at Jungkook, who's supposed to be on the altar with you, saying vows to protect and cherish you forever. You couldn't help but imagine you and him there, you in your white gown and him in his tuxedo. Holding hands. It made your toe curl. Everything was going perfect 

The reception went really well. You really enjoyed it with your friends and your man by your side. And what made you proud is you got so many compliments. Especially on Jennie's wedding venue decorations and all.It was overwhelming.

“Thank you So much (Y/N/N). Thank you for making my day special” Jennie hugged you tightly before getting into the car with Kai. You happily waved them goodbye. 

After the wedding ceremony and reception had concluded, you excitedly approached Jungkook. Since Jungkook was showing no signs of seriousness in your relationship, you decided to take the initiative. You found him in the crowd as you dragged your steps towards him, your parents in tow. This was the perfect opportunity to finally introduce the man who had captured your heart to your family.

 “Kook” You immediately hugged him, pulling back, you turned back to your parents. 

"Jungkook, these are my parents," you beamed, gesturing between them. "Mom, Dad, this is my boyfriend, Jungkook."

The moment the word 'boyfriend' left your lips, you noticed Jungkook's expression shift. His eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched, and a muscle in his cheek twitching - telltale signs that he was struggling to contain his rising anger.

"We've heard so much about you," your mother said warmly, seemingly oblivious to Jungkook's discomfort as she moved to embrace him.

But Jungkook deftly sidestepped her gesture, his body language becoming increasingly tense and guarded. "I'm not her boyfriend," he said through gritted teeth, shooting you a pointed glare.

You felt your cheeks flush with a mixture of embarrassment and confusion. Jungkook had made it clear from the day before that he didn't want labels or anything too official, but you had hoped that after meeting your parents , he might be open to taking that next step.

"We're just...seeing each other," Jungkook continued, his voice low and clipped. "No need to make it more than it is."

An uncomfortable silence fell over the group as your parents exchanged a bewildered look. You opened your mouth to explain, to smooth over the awkwardness, but Jungkook cut you off.

"If you'll excuse me," he muttered, already turning on his heel and stalking away.

As you watched him go, a sick feeling twisted in the pit of your stomach. Jungkook's aversion to commitment was nothing new, but the intensity of his reaction had caught you off guard.

Deep down, you knew there was more to Jungkook's behavior than met the eye. He claimed not to want labels, but his possessiveness and need to keep you close betrayed a deeper truth - he craved your love and devotion, even if he didn't fully understand the depths of his own feelings.

Jungkook was a man at war with himself, torn between his desire to possess you completely and his fear of the vulnerability that came with truly opening his heart. And as you stood there, reeling from his outburst, you couldn't help but wonder which side of him would ultimately win out.

Little did you know, the battle raging within Jungkook was far darker and more twisted than you could ever imagine. For beneath his charming exterior lurked a monster - a creature of violence and depravity that craved your light while simultaneously yearning to extinguish it forever. king 

He drew in a shuddering breath, conflicting emotions flickering rapid-fire across his chiseled features. When he finally spoke, his voice was little more than a hoarse rasp laced with a strange melancholy.

You followed Jungkook into his car before he started it and started driving to his home. You were determined to get to the bottom of his erratic behavior back at the reception. The car ride was silent as you battled with the inner emotions you felt. The whirlwind of doubts and questions you asked yourself ‘Am I wrong?’’Does he love me?’. The car pulled up into Jungkook's apartment. He swiftly left the seat and harshly slammed the door. His anger is still evident in each of his motions. 

"Jungkook, wait!" you called out as you followed him inside the home. "You can't just dismiss me like that in front of my parents." you finally decided to speak up after a silent ride. 

He wheeled around to face you, his expression thunderous. In that moment, he was practically a stranger, the warm familiarity you'd come to know and love eclipsed by clouds of anger and irritation.

"Dismiss you?" he bit out, his tone laced with derision. "I was merely being honest for once instead of playing along with this ridiculous charade."

You recoiled as if he'd struck you, struggling to process the venom dripping from his words. "Charade? Jungkook, what are you talking about?"

He closed the distance between you in two long strides, his movements almost predatory as he crowded into your personal space. You could feel the anger rolling off him in waves, mingled with undercurrents of something that made your instincts screech with warnings to flee.

"Don't act so scandalized," he sneered, lips curling into a cruel approximation of a smile. "We both know I've never claimed to want any kind of label or commitment. So why go parading me around like some kept man, hm?"

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as hurt and confusion swirled through you in dizzying eddies. This bitter, unforgiving stranger was a far cry from the vulnerable soul you thought you knew – the tenderhearted man you'd given every piece of yourself to.

Sensing your distress, Jungkook seemed to rein himself in slightly, his expression shifting into forced neutrality as he struggled to regain control. When he spoke again, his voice was careful, almost gentle – but you could hear the tightly leashed menace lurking beneath.

"Look, baby..." he sighed, reaching out to tuck an errant strand of hair behind your ear. "You know how I feel about...attachments. About being tied down. It's not you, it's just who I am."

You flinched instinctively at his touch, and something flickered in Jungkook's eyes – a predatory light that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.

"But that doesn't change the fact that you're mine," he continued silkily. "Mind, body, and soul. I just can't do titles or anything too...official. You understand, don't you, sweetheart?"

As the full weight of his words settled over you like a suffocation, you realized that there was something deeply unbalanced about the dynamic between you. Something that extended far beyond his denial to labels. 

As Jungkook moved to gather you in his arms once more, his familiar scent and the memory of his gentler embraces, you wondered if you were finally getting a glimpse of the depths he had so carefully kept hidden. About what you are to him.

If so, the truth was more twisted and terrifying than you could have ever imagined. But even as dread coiled through your veins, some deep part of your heart still clung to the desperate hope that the man you loved was still in there somewhere, fighting to re-emerge from the gathering shadows.

"You know I want you, baby. All of you, forever." He reached out, calloused fingertips grazing your cheek with an odd sort of reverence. "But husband? Father?" A harsh chuckle rattled in his chest. "Those roles...they weren't made for a man like me."

Jungkook's gaze bored into yours, intensity and haunted desolation in those depths. For a beat, his guard seemed to slip completely, allowing you a glimpse at the tempest of darkness that dwelled within.

"I'm toxic, y/n," he said, each word carrying a strange shadow of self-loathing. "Poisoned to my rotten core by demons you can't even begin to comprehend. Giving me those kinds of titles, those kinds of...expectations..." He trailed off, shaking his head as he deciphered his next words. 

"It would only end up ruining your very existence."

“Isn't that what you're doing now?”You fired back, but your rear drenched lashes canceled out the intensity in it. Jungkook raised a hand, effectively silencing you with a look that mingled tender adoration with soul-deep anguish.

"I can't be what you want, no matter how much it kills me," he said simply. "The most I can offer is myself – the broken, damaged man who needs you with an intensity that terrifies me. Beyond that..." Another weary shrug, devoid of hope or expectation. "I'm not built for picket fences and babies, sweetheart. I can only ever be a wildfire, scorching everything in my path."

As he drew you into his embrace, you felt the truth of his words like injecting into your very spirit. 

Though you knew your choice had already been made long ago, every sane impulse in you urged you toward self-preservation, a voice that repeated in your mind, begging you to save yourself from the incarnation of hellfire in front of you. And you felt the need to keep yourself away from the impending insanity you're gonna drag yourself into by staying with him. You were hopelessly, inextricably bound to the tempest of his love . 

In the end, total devastation was inevitable for you. The only open question was the extent it'll reach in the aftermath.

You pulled back abruptly before Jungkook could claim your lips in that searing, desperate kiss. His forehead creased with a fleeting look of confusion that quickly gave way to resignation as you leveled him with an unwavering stare.

"What do you mean you're not made for this?" you demanded, gesturing vaguely between the two of you. "For having a real future together? Then why did you let me believe it was possible, Jungkook? Why give me that kind of hope if you knew all along it would lead nowhere?" you finally found your brain in the mayhem of thought whirling inside you and decided to speak up. 

He opened his mouth as if to respond, then seemed to think better of it, jaw ticking as he warred with himself internally. For several endless moments, he simply studied you intently, fingers flexing at his sides in wordless agitation.

"I never lied to you, (Y/N), " he said at last, voice low and tinged with a weariness that went bone-deep. "Not about the most important things. I told you from the start that I don't do commitments or pretty fairy tale endings."

 "But you..." He trailed off, seeming to struggle against the reins of his own restraint. "You burrow so deeply under my skin, baby. Make me want things I have no business craving."

You fought the urge to lean into that scorching familiarity, too raw and off-balance to surrender so easily. You have to. You can't go back to this agonizing cycle of pain you've been going through for seven months. 

"When I'm with you, it's like the broken shards inside me piece themselves back together for a few fleeting moments," he confessed, voice dropping to a hushed rasp. "Like I could actually be the man you deserve, instead of the warped, unforgivable thing I know myself to be."

He drew in an unsteady breath, agony writ large in the taut lines of his expression. "So yeah, I let myself get caught up in the fantasy sometimes. Deluded myself into believing we could make it work against all reason and logic."

“We can make it work. If you just let me. I'll make us work. I promise” Your voice seemed tired. You just wanted him to be with you. 

Stepping in closer once more, Jungkook cradled your face between his large, calloused palms, forcing you to meet the turbulent depths of his gaze head-on.

"But the truth is, I'm a fundamentally fractured thing, (Y/N)," he said, each word etched in harsh reality. "Dangerous and selfish to my core. Giving me a wedding ring, letting me put a baby in your belly...it would only end up tainting the light I love most about you. Twisting it into something as warped and wretched as the demons that ate away at my soul from the inside out years ago."

“ I don't understand. Jungkook. Did you lose your mind?” You whispered against His thumb which skirted the plush swell of your lips, his touch feather-light yet carrying the banked heat of a thousand barely leashed desires. "I lost it a long time ago. I'm not built for a forever baby. I can only ever be ashes and ruin in the end."

As the weight of Jungkook's grim self-assessment washed over you in chilling waves, you found yourself caught between two impulses - the driving need to soothe the haunted parts of him, and the screaming instinct to cut your losses before this pain of realization manage to pull you under as well, crush you under the weight of pain, suffering and agony that your dreams have been withered in breeze. 

In that moment of reckoning, you were forced to confront the truth that the man you had poured every ounce of your limitless devotion into has never wanted to spend the lifetime with you, let alone be tamed by something as precious and fragile as the dream of family you still clung to.

Jungkook was the wildfire he had always claimed to be - beautiful in his fury, yes, but ultimately destroying all in his path to  ash if allowed to burn. And you, solely, with burning heart, decided to rescue yourself from his scotching fire which could potentially set your sanity ablaze. Only if it already isn't destabilizing. 

Tears traced  down your cheeks as the full, devastating weight of Jungkook's words finally penetrated the fabric of your naive denial. This man – this beautifully destructive force of nature you had given every piece of your heart and soul to – he was never truly yours to possess or nurture into something sustainable.

"All of it was a lie," you murmured, more to yourself than him as your vision blurred and swam. "This whole time, you let me believe we could have...everything. A real future."

Jungkook made a choked, anguished sound low in his throat, reaching for you instinctively. But you stumbled back, wrenching yourself from his touch as if it was a poisoned Thorne. 

"Don't," you bit out, mustering what little remained of your fragile composure. "I can't...not again. Not after hearing the truth straight from your lips."

He froze then, every hard line of his body going rigid as you seemed to age a thousand years before his eyes.

"I'm so sorry, baby," Jungkook rasped, each word dragged from the deepest wellspring of his shattered soul. "You have to know, hurting you is the last thing I ever wanted—"

"But you did hurt me," you cut him off, voice little more than a wobbling whisper through the maelstrom. "You just admitted to living a lie, letting me pour every ounce of myself into an illusion because facing the ugliness inside was too hard. Despite my condition. You still made me…"

A solitary, broken sound escaped him. But you couldn't bring yourself to look, to let the all-consuming intensity of his presence draw you back under before you'd found the strength to break its spell once and for all.

Drawing a deep, shuddering breath, you straightened your spine and lifted your chin, channeling every last ounce of your battered self-worth and respect. 

"This...this is the only way then," you said, each word like shards of jagged glass scoring the delicate flesh of your heart and soul. "Clearly, we want different things, Jungkook. Things you can never give me, no matter how much we might try to force it. We shouldn't...we can't see each other again," you concluded, the taste of your own damnation on your tongue. "Not after laying it all bare like this."

Pivoting on your heel, you turned away from the man you loved – the demon who had consumed you, piece by precious piece – before your resolve could splinter anew. Each step struck through you like shrapnel, until you were certain there could be no greater anguish than the sensation of having your very essence unmade. You were completely broken, each step making the pain worse. 

"No," he bit out, the single syllable ringing with the weight of something Biblical, inescapable. "You don't get to just walk away from this, from us."

You barely had time to process his meaning before Jungkook was on you, crowding into your space with the fluid, predatory grace of a big cat cornering its prey. His broad frame boxed you in against the wall, palms slamming against the plaster on either side of your head as he caged you beneath the scorching brand of his body.

"I warned you, baby," he growled, the words half snarl, half plea as his gaze bored into yours with intensity. "Tried to make you understand that I'm not made for happily ever afters and diamond rings."

Unbidden tears sprang to your eyes anew, cutting blazing tracks down your flushed cheeks. You opened your mouth – to protest or surrender, you didn't know. But Jungkook sealed his lips over yours in a punishing, soul ripping kiss before you could give voice to either decisions.  

It was anger and adoration, tenderness and possession taken to their most primal extreme. A devouring fusion of everything you had tasted in simple sips during your time as his lover, his obsession. 

When he finally wrenched himself away, you were trembling and lightheaded, the shreds of your anger all but extinguished in the wake of his unrelenting onslaught.

"I'm a force of nature, baby," Jungkook murmured, trailing a path of searing kisses along the slender column of your throat as you fought to catch your breath. "Wildfire and in my wake. I'll only ever leave you in ashes if you tie the knot with me." 

He nipped at the juncture of your shoulder, tongue laving over the heated imprint his teeth left behind in a maddening caress. "But I'll be damned if I let you slip through my fingers without taking everything you have to give first."

His voice dropped to a rasp, resonating straight to your very core. 

"That pretty, pretty soul of yours?" A low, rasping chuckle that carried more than a hint of a threat even as he peppered your swan like neck with adoring, reverent kisses. "It was mine the moment you fell into my gravity” 

White-hot lances of your fear to lose you sanity and desperate, untamed yearning licked through your veins in equal measure at the promise blazing in his eyes. 

You were his – an ember caught in the blaze he had stoked from the moment your paths first crossed. And no matter how many times the flames licked your faith and sanity to tinder, you would keep rising from the ashes, drawn back into his searing, ruinous embrace.  

Because for better or worse, Jungkook had awoken something just as wild and merciless within you. Something that recognized its perfect other half in him, two noble, tragic souls locked in an intricate perfection.   

Just as Jungkook leaned in, his lips a hairsbreadth from claiming yours in that searing, possessive kiss, you managed to summon the tattered remnants of your willpower and pull back abruptly.

"Stop this...this bullshit," you rasped, propping yourself against the wall in a futile attempt to put much-needed space between your overwrought senses and his overwhelming presence. "I can't...I can't do this anymore, Jungkook."

Your voice broke on his name, the single syllable carrying the weight of every shredded dream, every shattered promise between you. Fisting your hands in the fabric of his shirt, you met his blazing gaze head-on, willing him to see the truth laid bare.

"Don't you understand?" The words ripped from your throat in a wounded rasp. "I'll lose it. Lose myself completely if I let you pull me back under. I'm going crazy now. I can't even think properly. Stop this before I go insane"

Jungkook's expression didn't so much as flicker, that ferocious intensity pinning you in place just as surely as his body had moments before. His eyes burned, amber and smoldering, daring you to tear yourself away from the irresistible gravity of his orbit.

"You're already lost to me, baby," he murmured at last, each word a husky brand against the heated flush of your skin. "Have been since the moment I caught your scent on the night breeze and decided to make you mine."

A tremor lanced through you at the implacable vow, the delirious hunger underlying his promise. 

"I'm not some pretty little dream you can just walk away from when the night turns bleak, (Y/N)," he growled, and you felt the words reverberate through you like an electric impulse. "I'm the shadow over your heart, cast in every color of sin you've ever tasted and a thousand more you haven't even begun to name. You think you can just leave me like that?"

Try as you might, you would never fully escape the inescapable gravity of his making.

"You don't get to cut yourself free now, not after letting me inside to fester for so long," Jungkook continued, lifting his gaze to yours in a silent demand for your surrender. "That choice was made the night you whispered yes and guided me into that secret, sacred space you'll never be able to take back."

Hot, traitorous tears spilled over the brittle confines of your lashes, scoring blazing tracks down your flushed cheeks. In that moment, you realized the unvarnished truth of his words, accepted it with every aching fiber of your being.

You were bound to this elemental creature – this wildfire made flesh. You have to turn back. Now or never. Leaving behind love, the obsession, the devotion you utterly held for him. To save yourself from the rusted cell bars of the psyche ward. You were losing it. 

You harshly shoved Jungkook away, desperate to create space between you. "Stop! Stop this, please," you sobbed, sliding down the wall until you were crumpled on the floor. 

The tears flowed freely as you shook with the force of your anguished cries. Raking trembling hands through your disheveled hair, you squeezed your eyes shut, overwhelmed by the torrent of emotions crashing over you in waves. Each shuddering breath felt like shards of glass piercing your lungs.

You couldn't do this anymore - this constant push and pull, letting Jungkook drag you to the brink of shattering over and over again. Didn't he see how he was unraveling you, stripping away every last piece of who you were until there was nothing recognizable left?

Opening your reddened eyes, you fixed Jungkook with a haunted stare, reflecting back the myriad fractures now marring your wounded spirit. "I'm breaking, Jungkook," you confessed in a tremulous whisper. "Shattering into pieces under you. If I let you sweep me back into the chaos, I may never be able to put myself back together."

His words were a darkly seductive vow as his lips hovered a hairsbreadth from yours. "Let go of the remnants of who you used to be, and rise from the ashes as you were meant to - savage, merciless, and utterly, devastatingly mine."  

 

"Burn me to ashes," you whispered in utter capitulation. "Complete your terrible work and unmake me utterly. Then you can be free to find your next victim." your body shook as you were holding onto your last string of mental control. 

"I don't want to see you again," you stated, mustering every ounce of determination as you met his smoldering gaze head-on. 

A pained frown creased Jungkook's brow, but you pushed forward before he could protest. "We should not see each other again. Ever again." you stated. 

With shaking hands, you smoothed your rumpled dress, willing your voice not to waver as you took a fortifying breath. "Ever."

The idea of walking away from Jungkook's gravitational pull, from the searing intensity you had allowed to consume you utterly, felt like carved away pieces of your very soul. He had become the obsession around which your world orbited.

But you couldn't - wouldn't - let him reduce you to ashen ruins the way others had before. Not again. The memory of that heart-rending, soul-shredding agony was still too fresh. You have to do this. For the people who actually love you. 

Jungkook seemed to sense the shift in your demeanor, the implacable walls being erected to strengthen your decision. His lips parted as if to give you commands or pleas. You didn't want to know.

But you were done being a hapless pawn in someone else's blaze. 

"Don't," you warned, holding up a hand to forestall whatever soul-scouring onslaught he prepared to unleash. "I can't...I won't survive having my heart shattered into those many pieces again. Not even by you."

For a suspended moment, the air was thick with the weight of a thousand unvoiced farewells

Then, drawing every remaining reserve of your battered strength, you turned on your heel and simply...walked away. Each step sent an agonizingly painful ripple throughout your veins. 

You didn't look back to see the expression on Jungkook's face, didn't let yourself open to the pleas and sugarcoated words you knew would come. Just pressed onward, one agonizing footfall after another, until you had created enough distance to safeguard what little remained of your tattered, grievously wounded heart.

It would be a long, horrible journey to self-reconstruction from here, you knew.  But this time, no matter how many times the phantom pyre called out, you vowed to safety in the still, small quiet that follows in the wake of even the most cataclysmic blaze.

Because for all your beautiful ruin and tragic devotion, Jungkook's love had always been a wildfire - devastating as it was brilliant. And rising like a phoenix from those particular ashes was a feat your battered soul could no longer muster.

The familiar surroundings of your childhood home provided little solace as you stepped through the doorway, your dad's worried gaze immediately finding you.

"Sweetheart?" He crossed the room, wrapping you in the comforting embrace you hadn't realized you were desperately craving until that moment. "What happened? You look..."

"Broken," you supplied hoarsely when he trailed off. "I feel broken, dad."

Your mom appeared then, features creasing with maternal concern as she took in your disheveled appearance and the sorrow etched onto your face. "Oh, honey..."

You brushed away the tears that had already begun trickling down your cheeks anew. "I...I need to tell you both something. About Jungkook."

They exchanged a weighty look, but remained silent as you guided them to the cozy living room, sinking into the overstuffed armchair that had cradled you through so many tears and triumphs over the years.

And then, like a dam finally fracturing under inexorable pressure, the entire story came pouring out in a torrential swell. You laid bare every intoxicating high and devastating low of your relationship with Jungkook - the obsessive passion, the soul-scorching connections, and the alarming moments where darkness and volatility took the helm.

By the time you finished, your parents' expressions had shifted from shock to heartbroken empathy...and something else you couldn't quite put a name to. An emotion that looked suspiciously like disappointment.

Your dad was the first to break the heavy pall of silence. "Sweetheart, I can't say I'm surprised that boy turned out to be more trouble than he's worth." He sighed, raking a hand through his graying hair. "I knew we can't trust this Jungkook guy"

You blinked owlishly, surprised by his revelation. In all the turmoil of your relationship, your parents' approval had been the last thing on your mind.

Before you could respond, your mother reached over to clasp your hands in her soft, familiar grip.” It's okay sweetie. We are here for you”

Tears stung your eyes anew at her plaintive words and the unvarnished concern on their faces. Your parents had been silently standing vigil through the entire storm, hoping against hope that you would eventually see the gathering darkness for what it was.

"We never wanted to overstep, baby girl," your dad continued gruffly “But don't be blind again. And I'm glad you realized he's not good for you”

He leveled you with an intense, soul-searching stare that bordered on paternal command. "You need to get as far away from that boy as possible, you hear me? Cut every tie until he's nothing but a memory."

Your mother squeezed your hands, nodding . "It's the only way you'll ever begin to recover, find your spark again. That man...that relationship...it's not good for you baby. And I can't lose you again."

Unconsciously, you found yourself nodding along with their grave pronouncements, accepting the heavy truth of their concerns. You had been well on your way to obliteration at Jungkook's hand. No matter how brilliant and all-consuming the heat of his love burned, it was a pyre that would inevitably reduce you to scattered embers.

"You're right," you rasped, the words tasting of ash and resignation on your tongue. "I can't...I can't keep letting him consume me like that. It'll only end in total ruin eventually."

A tremulous inhale, followed by a fragile, failed attempt at a smile you hoped looked more reassuring than it felt. "But I could use some help picking up the pieces. Becoming myself again, for the first time in...I can't even remember how long."  

You dad nodded resolutely. "Of course, (Y/N/N). Anything you need." His expression softened then, suffused with naked paternal affection.

A week passed. You never went out of your house nor let Jungkook reach out. He's been wandering in your mind as well as your premises for the week. You were sitting on the kitchen counter as your mom made breakfast. Your dark eyebags evident. He's everywhere. In your dreams, in your bathroom mirror, beside you in bed. He doesn't seem to let go of your mind. 

Your phone screen lit up in another silenced message. Then you noticed the train of 56 missed calls from none other than the destroyer himself. Control (Y/N)

"Did I ever tell you about the plans your uncle has been cooking up?" Your dad started. 

You furrowed your brow in silent question, waiting for him to continue.

"Well, you know your childhood friend Mingyu has been sweet on you for years," he said wryly. "And between you and me, his father has had dreams of officially joining our families through marriage for about just as long."

You and Mingyu had been fast friends since you were young, bonding over afternoons spent pulling pranks around his family's sprawling estate. You admit that you had an undeniable crush on him since childhood. And you once told him that you'll marry him for sure. 

But you were too broken for finding love now. No. You're done with that bullshit. Your parents will only do the best for you. You knew it might seem sudden and hard to accept. But Mingyu is a gentleman and he could potentially help you get the reminisce of Jungkook wandering in the expanse of your mind. 

"Oh honey, don't look so scandalized," your mother laughed lightly, waving off your sudden bashfulness. "We would never push you into anything remotely serious right now, not after the hell you've been through. But you can consider. They're willing to wait"

Her expression softened, turning tender and reassuring in a way only a mother could as she reached out to brush a stray tendril of hair from your face.  

"But...if you're open to it, maybe reconnecting with an old friend might be just the gentle balm your poor heart needs right now? A chance to remember what feeling cherished and adored is supposed to look like, without all the sound and fury?"

As your parents exchanged a hopeful look, you knew this newest development might catalyze the journey on the road of healing ahead. Your parents were relieved that Mingyu’s family was oblivious to your little boyfriend. Your battered spirit would require more meticulous tending and time than a simple rebound could provide.

But at the same time, something in you unclenched slightly at the idea of allowing yourself to open up to the softer, steadier affections of someone who had been woven into your life since childhood. Someone inherently safe - who could teach you how to breathe easy with the assurance of a solid, labeled relationship. 

Perhaps Mingyu could help chart the path back to the person you had been before Jungkook's wildfire had scorched away every remaining sliver of recognition. It was a lifeline, a steadying tether you realized you desperately needed in order to keep your chin above the tides of despair that threatened to drown you utterly.

So you lifted your chin, mustered the ghost of a tremulous smile, and looked into the warm, hopeful eyes of your parents as you answered the only way you could.

"Reconnecting with an old friend actually sounds...really nice. I'll consider it” 

Why do I feel like I messed this chapter up. I felt like (Y/N) Mingyu thing was too abrupt. Cause (Y/N) is heartbroken and blah blah blah. Idk. Do you feel like it was in such a rush?

Finally a long chapter. I'll take a mini break. Probably for a week or two, if I feel like it. I like writing but I was lacking confidence in my writing, which made me not publish my stories for so long. But yeah. I do have some cringe story drafts. Long way. Talking about moonstruck. It'll be only traumatizing as it progresses. Some um expected moments and, idk. I don't wanna spoil it. I have a shitload of ideas in my head and most of the events in Moonstruck now weren't even planned when I first planned out the plot. Still, the important parts are yet to come… see ya in the next part. Feel free to let me know your thoughts. Honestly I love when readers comment I'm living for this. Love yall 

- Mars

ᴛᴀɢʟɪsᴛ : @looneybleus @ttanniett @jjk174

[blorbingqls]

Blorbos From BL That Will Make Me Protect Them At EVERY FUCKING COST

so with the carnal list challenge, I think we can definitely make a list of blorbos that we would protect at all costs (and maybe have a challenge of who is the blorbest blorbo?) - so, less go

VegasPete from KinnPorsche

this scene says everything. if i can intuitively say, each one of us will have at least one of them on the list. we all know they are morally grey characters but something about them just clicks?! (i have read too many fics on AO3 on them to support my theories of KPTS 2)

WinTeam from Between Us

lord please kill me because of how feral i am about them.

SandRay from Only Friends

amidst the disappointment of the show's ending, i sort wanted them as end game but with more angst?!.

also, ps, if you really thought my carnal list and this list won't have any similarities? I am sorry but you're wrong. VERY WRONG.

Oh-aew from I Promised You The Moon/I Told Sunset About You

gays let me just go and cry 'cause i got reminded of the whole series and then him and i now need to have a box of tissues

Alan from Moonlight Chicken

something something about First Kanaphan's characters just makes me wanna go and kill everyone who hurt him

HeartLiMing from Moonlight Chicken

keeping the chaos of the whole show on one side, and their own little world on the other, I WILL DO EVERYTHING IN MY WILL POWER FOR THEM TO BE SAFE FROM EVERY POWER

also, this particular scene reminds of a similar scene from Manner of Death of ThatSorn?! (anyone??)

Tiwson from My School President

man was busy carrying the whole show with saving tinngun, soundwin, patnook and his imaginary ship with por - literally

(also this sweater and necklace is very much appreciated for its service)

Boston and Nick from Only Friends

I WANT A BETTER ENDING FOR THEM - NICK TO HAVE HIS OWN SELF GROWTH JOURNEY AND HIM TELLING BOSTON THAT HE CHERISHED THE RELATIONSHIP BUT THEY WERE NOT COMPATIBLE TOGETHER - I WILL REFLECT THEIR HAPPY MOMENTS ONLY BECAUSE THEY DESERVE HAPPINESS

Wat from The Eclipse

yes ayan and akk are equally there but him with understanding all coins deserves to be protected and treasured at all costs

PeteKao from Dark Blue Kiss

excuse me while i go and kill the society for hurting them

Fong from 2gether

man was too busy being the only braincell of this show - and this is where i'll mention about 2gether and no where else

Akk from Enchante

I AM SORRY BUT THEO DOESN'T DESERVE HIM - PLS GOD

Naa from Tonhon Chonlatte

YOU WON'T BELIEVE ME WHEN I SAY THIS THAT NA WAS TOO BUSY CARRYING THIS WHOLE SHOW AMONGST THE TOXICITY AND I SCREAMED WHEN THE SHOW GAVE HIM A HAPPY ENDING - this is where i mention tonhon chonlatte and no where else

this list is just becoming too long and i am forgetting many others but these are my main ones (i probably will get reminded of a lot more when i see other people's list lol)

tagging @waitmyturtles @lurkingshan @slayerkitty @respectthepetty @neuroticbookworm @thisautistic @poetry-protest-pornography @blmpff @sparklyeyedhimbo @bengiyo @my-rose-tinted-glasses @sandrayy @reptileofdoom @wen-kexing-apologist and anyone who wants to do this!

[eggcats]

I'm still working on chap3 (I have a bunch of unconnected little things, but I'm a bit stuck on how to connect them quite yet - but hopefully soon I'll he able to write and edit)

But instead I decided to write a "current day" slice of life fic, based on my AU, where they meet Charlie and the Happy Hotel

(some ideas came from @shizukasobsessions and my replies in the comments of my fic♥️)

There's so many different pieces here tho, lmao - like, Alastor killed Valentino and took Angel's soul to replace him as the overlord of porn, to prevent Angel from failing he gave him Husk to guide him on being an overlord, (Alastor refers to Angel as solely Anthony, the less he thinks of the pornography offshoot of their media empire, the better)

Vox is still the face of their company, Voxtek is still named after him (Alastor has no issues taking a more behind the scenes role, there's a reason he WAS the radio demon but mostly got that name from torturing souls on the radio, not by trying to force everyone to only listen to his radio show - he has no issues with Vox doing just that with television/hypnosis but he doesn't mind allowing him to truly embrace his cult-leader personality here. Vox is still his housewife behind closed doors, tho, Alastor just doesn't want to hobble him in any way)

So it's really funny to think Charlie is just dealing with overlord after overlord (and one former) as she's trying to run her hotel

I'm thinking in this AU, Angel/Anthony decides to let some of his employees stay and try out the whole "redemption " thing, as long as Charlie gives them a safe place to stay rent free - in my AU, Angel was originally owned by Valentino when Alastor killed him, so Angel not only knows what brings people to his studio, he knows he can't protect them all - hence his agreement with the princess of hell

However, Angel and Vox are friends (Husk's #1 piece of advice to him, while Angel was freaking out that his soul chain changed hands along with a bunch of new responsibilities, was "make Vox like you - if Vox likes you then you're almost entirely safe from Alastor, trust me, I know it looks the other way but it's not")

(Angel now does genuinely like Vox, and they get along pretty well, but he will admit - if only to himself - that he originally became his friend to prevent from being torn to pieces like he watched happen to Valentino)

Alastor still obviously doesn't believe in redemption, but the only reason he's there at the hotel is because Vox asked him to be (and Vox is there because Angel asked him on behalf of Charlie for some advertising for the hotel)

And @proshipper-on-ship mentioned the Chaggie parallels of Charlie finding Vaggie at a dumpster, and Alastor doing the same, and I thought it'd be really funny to have their first meetings come up

Charlie, awkward but trying to come to terms with the truly alarming amount of Overlords in her hotel: "So...how'd you two meet?"

Alastor, smiling as he finally can set up his punchline: "Found him in an alley and brought him home with me."

Charlie, super excited: "OHMIGOSH, that's basically how I met Vaggie!! How'd you find him?! I was looking for anyone to help after the Extermination!"

Alastor: "I sensed someone using my radio waves and immediately went in search of who."

Charlie, actively looking at Alastor like he's as harmless as a kitten: "OhEmGee that's so sweet! And you were just going to take him under your wing but then you fell in love?!"

Alastor, deadpan: "No, I was going to kill him."

Charlie, looking exactly like 😦: "What."

Alastor: "He wasn't a radio, though, so I decided to let him live."

Vox, with his screen in his hands: "Alastor, you gotta stop telling people that."

Alastor, thinks it's secretly very funny: "Why not, it's the truth, darling?"

I just love the idea that Charlie, for a second, thinks Alastor might be as soft and kindhearted as herself as she sees similarities in their relationships, and then Alastor just immediately breaking the illusion.

[mothsvein]

Morality Questionare for Character Development 🕯️🧭

A lengthy questionare about your character's moral compass, or lack thereof. Meant to be used as an exercise to think deeper about a character's morality at any point in development.

꧁ ༺ ─── ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ─── ༻ ꧂

Does your character consider themselves a moral person?

Does your character consider themselves morally flawless, morally bankrupt, or somewhere inbetween?

Would your character be willing to break their moral code for self preservation?

Would your character be willing to break their moral code to save another person?

Would your character be willing to break their moral code to save someone who was immoral?

Would your character be willing to break their moral code to save someone they didn't know at all?

Can you describe your character's moral code in 3 words?

Can you describe your character's moral code in 1 word?

Could you write a religious text about your character's moral code?

Is your character's moral code inherent to themselves as a person or is their moral code learned from a person or a group of people?

Does your character agree with their community's morals?

Would your character describe themselves as more or less moral than the people around them?

Would you describe your character as more or less moral than the people around them?

Would your character die to defend their morals?

If your character was killed for their morals, who or what in your story would be the killer?

Does your character think its moral to keep promises?

Does your character think its moral to always tell the truth?

Does your character think its moral to always follow authority and never question their leaders?

Does your character think its moral to respect their parents, no matter what?

Does your character think its moral to never cheat?

Does your character value loyalty as a moral code?

Does your character value faith as a moral code?

Does your character think eating animals is immoral?

Does your character find themselves questioning their own morals or bending their morals to get what they want?

Does your character feel guilt for not following their morals?

Does your character think that drugs, alcohol, and other substances are immoral?

Does your character think that pornography, prostitution, or other sexual vices are immoral?

Does your character think the act of sex itself is immoral?

Does your character think cheating in a relationship is immoral, no matter the conditions of the relationship?

Is your character willing to kill?

Is your character willing to lie?

Is your character a backstabber or a snake?

Is your character a social chameleon or two faced?

Is your character a cheater?

Does your character outwardly fake their moral code?

If other characters in their world knew their true moral code, how would they react?

If they knew the morals of the other characters in their world, how would your character react?

Does your character gain anything for sticking to their morals?

Does your character lose anything for sticking to their morals?

Has your character's morals given them any social or personal power over another character in your story?

Does their community agree or disagree with their actions aligning with their morals?

Does their community agree or disagree with their actions contradicting their morals?

Does your character have or want a career that relies on a strong moral compass?

Does your character have or want a career that relies on a weak moral compass?

If your character's morals are tested, would they pass or fail the test?

If they only had one minute to decide whether to save the world or save the person they love, what would they decide?

Would your character consider themselves a villian or a hero?

Is your character a villian or a hero?

Does your character believe that they will be punished by a supernatural force for breaking their moral code?

Does your character believe they will be punished by a natural force for breaking their moral code?

If your character was in a completely different place at the beginning of their life, would their morals be different?

Do you agree or disagree with the morals your character has?

Would your readers and fans agree or disagree with the morals your character has?

Would your family agree or disagree with the morals your character has?

Would the people who love your character still love them after discovering their true morals?

Would the people who hate your character still hate them after discovering their true morals?

What is the biggest obstacle to your character living perfectly by their morals?

Do they believe in the morals of their institution?

Does your character experience riteous justice when their morals are broken or questioned?

Can other characters question their morals without fear of retaliation?

Would your character hurt others in the name of their morality?

Does your character believe in evil?

Does your character believe in good?

To you, does your character do evil?

To you, does your character do good?

If you could change one thing about your character's morality, what would it be?

꧁ ༺ ─── ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ─── ༻ ꧂

[irkimatsu]

Overlord Husk may not be keen on sharing, but his pet has expressed an interest in group sex. Threesomes, foursomes, moresomes, both of them getting to enjoy other people - wouldn't it be fun to experiment?

And Husk does have to admit, being a third-party witness to his pet's pleasure is enticing... he's already watched them masturbating plenty of times... that could work. He has some rules in place, though:

-Any time he or his pet has sex with someone else, the other will be present, whether participating or simply watching. That's non-negotiable. Husk and his pet are a matched set.

-If the non-participating member of the encounter wants things to stop, they stop immediately. Their happiness with the act is just as important, even if they're only audience to it.

-Husk does not hesitate to use his right to tell his pet's latest playmates to stop. You will not hurt his pet. You will not degrade his pet. You will not make his pet call you anything reserved for him. You can play with his favorite toy, but you must remember who they truly belong to in the end. Go too far and he will kill you. (Husk flashing an angelic blade to make his point is fucking hot... ...Husk viciously attacking a bed partner who goes too rough and won't listen when his pet tells him to stop... all that blood... uhm. Where was I again. Anyway)

-Husk also won't invite just anyone into bed with him and his pet; you have to earn his deep trust in other matters for him to even consider making that offer. Asking him directly to have a turn with his pet is a surefire way to make sure you never get a chance to touch them, ever. Don't cozy up to him just for a chance with his pet, either. He can tell what you're trying to do, and he's supremely protective. Earning his trust doesn't get you any other special rights with his pet, though; all partners are the same. You hurt his pet, you die. That's the risk you take.

-Sometimes, Husk is more than happy to simply watch his pet sleep with someone else. Getting this new angle to watch their reactions to pleasure, to focus solely on their beautiful voice, to see for himself all the delicious things they can do with their mouth... his pet is more enticing than any pornography or strip show in Hell. He could sit back stroking himself to their skills for hours. He'll try not to cum yet, though; once their guest is done, it's his turn to step in and show what his pet really likes. They always scream loudest with him, cum hardest, leave the deepest gashes in his shoulders and back with their claws... and their guest has to watch every second of it. Husk loves being a showoff.

-Just as often, Husk will join the fun himself. It's all in service of pleasuring them in ways that a single person just can't do. Sucking both breasts at the same time, two tongues working between their legs, double penetration sandwiching them between two hot bodies and filling them with such intensity... god, anything to make his pretty little thing cum as hard as they need. And if their guest taps out first, Husk is more than happy to finish the job on his own.

-I'm queer as fuck, so I have the right to say Husk's allowed to get off to watching women fucking each other, right? It's not about objectification; he accepts his pet's orientation and wants them to have fun. If his pet takes a liking to one of his dancers and wants to play with her tits, then who is he to judge? And as long as he's not judging, what's the harm in jerking off to it?

-Let Husk get a double blowjob from two hot women who are just as invested in each other as they are in him, tongues caressing each other as they glide over his cock, hands on each others' tits, making out with each other with mouths full of his precum, god please that's sexy as fuck

Husk and his pet are still each others' primary partner, the most important person to each other. All this is simply to enhance their relationship. If it won't bring them closer together, it's not worth doing.

So, yes, even you might have a chance to fuck Overlord Husk's precious little charm! As long as he trusts you. And as long as you're willing to watch him fuck them afterward and make them cum harder than you've ever made anyone cum in your life.

The humiliation's worth it, promise.

[onlyjesussatisfies]

Wednesday Service Heart Highlight

November 6th, 2024

Song & Service Highlight:

Regardless of what the situation may be, God has paved a way with His love

God made a way for us to be rooted and grounded to the point where we won't be shaken when situations arise

We can freely come to the Father because Jesus paid the price for our relationship with Him

The scripture that came to heart:

John 8:36 ESV

"So if the Son sets you free, you will be free indeed."

John 10:10 AMP

"The thief comes only in order to steal and kill and destroy. I came that they may have and enjoy life, and have it in abundance [to the full, till it overflows]."

~~~~

Beloved, the moment Jesus died and rose again was the same moment that the power of any chain we could ever experience was broken. The moment we believed and received Jesus as our Lord and Savior was the same moment that we gained access to that reality. The reality that we can walk in the abundant life that Jesus paid for. The reality that those chains no longer have any power over us and they have to break because of Jesus.

You no longer have to be chained up to:

Fear

Depression

Anxiety

Lust

Pornography

Suicidal Ideation

Insomnia

Illness

Survival

Darkness

Sin cycles

Condemnation

Idols

Emptiness

(fill in the blank)

Beloved, I don't know what chains you find yourself tied up to, but I do know one glorious thing: Jesus has called you to be free.

Jesus loves you and He doesn't want you to remain in the darkness when He so preciously paid the price so that you may walk in liberty with Him. God made the way, it's Jesus. So, come to the alter, ask The Holy Spirit to show you the chains that are weighing you down (both known and unknown), receive the faith you need to break those chains off through Jesus, and you will be free indeed.

[princelylove]

My Prince, if i may please ask a question…

It seems like it wouldn’t be too difficult to get rid of someone obsessed with their darling by pretending to have the qualities that they hate.

For example, getting pornography and leaving it somewhere for Pannacotta to find, or buying illegal drugs to make Bruno think you do drugs, even if darling wouldn’t do these things normally?

If one starts (constantly, even if they think they’re alone) acting like they have a ‘true’ side to themselves that their obsession is disgusted by, then wouldn’t they leave you alone?

Leone could easily replay your actions before you started pretending to see it’s all an act. But for others, this could work if you’re convincing enough, right?

Thank you.

You know what? You’d be right! If they were suddenly stupid.

It's not the worst attempt. Maybe they've just started having an interest in you. Maybe they don't know you as well as they'd like to yet. But, look. Pannacotta isn't stupid, and neither is Bruno.

Pannacotta is a man who values his ability to use basic pattern recognition. That doesn’t mean he won’t have a reaction, but. Think about it logically, Panna. Of course they (you) would have a personal life, or try to scare you (him) off. You (he) are (is) acting like a fucking creep!!!! Duh!!!! Bruno can ask Leone to replay your actions, but Pannacotta can't, as their relationship is strained. He has less tools, but Panna doesn't need them to figure out that you're faking to shake him. Who leaves this stuff just laying around? A pervert who needs to be "mercy" killed, that's who, but you're not supposed to be doing these things. Ughh. It's too much for him. Give him a little while, he'll consider all of his feelings, and decide what to do from there.

You're probably not expecting him to double down, but Pannacotta is obsessed, whether he likes it or not. He doesn't want to like you, you're gross, but. He's giddy at the idea of talking to you again, of you looking at him and having those sorts of thoughts, and- oh, god. He didn't just think that. He didn't just admit that. Why can't you just leave him alone????

Bruno… knows what withdrawals look like. If you’re consistently using drugs, he’d know, because he’d cut off your access to it in the first place. His logic is that you can’t hide your body’s reaction to not having it.

He sees your recent purchase, and he raises this: confiscating it and all of your money. If you’re really addicted, you’d sell your things to get your fix. Would you sell your prized possession? Sentimental objects? Are you going to ask someone for a favor? Would you sell your body for just a little? Would you ask him?

You'd need to be such a convincing actor that Bruno Bucciarati is reminded of all the addicts he's ever had to deal with- an association that he'd like his darling to be nowhere near. If you do fool him (or genuinely are an addict), he'd just lead you through going clean. I don't think Bruno's problem is the drugs itself- if you're an adult (Which you should be if you're reading this), you can smoke. You can drink. Children cannot, and his problem is pushing drugs on children who haven't had the chance to develop yet- although he has a distaste for those who do it in public. He has sons, don't be a bad influence on them. He'll still love you, of course he does, we all have our struggles.

Leone, however, isn't the most intelligent on team Bucciarati. He’s average, but, look. I see every single member of team Bucciarati outshining him in the ‘figuring things out, and quickly’ category. Even Narancia knows when something's off- gut feelings over real logic, but still. Leone's quick to blame himself and outside sources before he'd consider blaming the best thing that's ever happened to him. The tricky part of that is that Leone doesn't have the same turn offs that the prudes above him do- the type of person he falls for doesn't have to be good, he just thinks they are. You're mean to him? Deserved, he's a dick to you. Good luck weirding him out.

Back to the topic of my last post of yanderes having some sort of fault. Something you can exploit and theoretically abuse... Yanderes are only human- Bruno was once a little boy. So was Pannacotta. For some yanderes, you can pick and prod at their insecurities, for others, you can express how off-put you are. Everyone's different. If you really wanted to shake Panna, you'd have to commit. A little pornography will upset and disgust Pannacotta, but he's too obsessed to let you go. Bruno's a committed husband who won't abandon his spouse for a little problem that you can recover from.

Have you ever stayed with someone that wronged you? Forgiven something that's entirely unforgivable? Most yanderes- especially delusional yanderes- won't let you go because you're attempting to break their fantasy. I think it's possible, but not with those two. Or three, rather. Leone's there too.

What does being let go mean, though? Do you assume that if they don't like you anymore, it means you're free to go? Some yanderes are compelled to change you, or they'll just kill you. Would you let your ex just roam free if they knew you killed people? So trusting.

[isittruecrime]

Interviews with Nancy Glass and Stone Philips

Jeffrey Dahmer wouldn’t be the first serial killer to give a televised interview. Ted Bundy, John Wayne Gacy, Richard Ramirez, Ed Kemper, to name a few gave televised interviews. It was a trend at that time, you may say. As the television was the main source of entertainment and people were drawn to know more and more about the infamous serial killers who shocked the world. But what sets Jeff Dahmer apart from those is that he didn’t have to.

Bundy was trying to appeal to the public as an innocent person at first, while on his last interview, he did it to blame the pornography and, again, appeal to the public in a desperate attempt to get off the death penalty.

Ramirez always claimed to be innocent. For his interview he prepared speeches to read out of. He was shifting the blame towards the Government. “Serial killers do, on a small scale, what governments do on a large one. They are products of our times and these are bloodthirsty times.”

Gacy, just as Ramirez, was vehement that he didn’t do the crimes he was accused of. "When they paint the image that I was this monster who picked up these altar boys along the streets and swatted them like flies, I said, 'This is ludicrous’��

Ed Kemper was the one who stood out as, in his 1984 interview, he described how he committed murder in detailed way. “One victim let me back in the car. I locked myself out. She opened the door for me. My gun was under the seat. What in the Hell am I doing telling you that? Am I a masochist? Am I looking to be tormented further? I’m trying to show you just how awful this got. How commanding this got. I was raging inside.” His blame was mainly on his mother. “My mother was a sick, angry, hungry and very sad woman. I hated her.” When asked about why did he actually kill the girls, his response was “My frustration, my inability to communicate socially, sexually… I wasn’t impotent, but emotionally I was impotent. I was scared to death of failing in male - female relationships. I knew absolutely nothing about that whole area.”

Jeff’s interviews were somewhat similar to those of Kemper in the way that he was trying to explain the reasons why he did the murders. Instead, Jeffrey never got into details on how he killed his victims in any of his 2 interviews. He did in the audio recorded interviews, but not in the video taped interviews. And that is important. Because one can read out of a piece of paper and act as he’s not reading if he’s only audio taped. If it’s on video, the acting and memory has to be impeccable. A person who doesn’t lie, doesn’t need to read out of a piece of paper to remember what they did. They remember vividly what they did.

Jeff’s interviews were quite convincing. If he was playing a role, he did a great job. If it was real that he committed those crimes, it does stand out the fact that he barely talked about it. He talked about his urges, his feelings, his first 2 alleged murders on how he picked them up, but doesn’t tell us what he did with them, how he killed them. Remember this is an alleged serial killer who already confessed to his crimes. He has nothing to hide. Yet, on TV he doesn’t talk on how he killed. He talked on why. His why is more important than his how, one can argue. Killing was a means to an end, as Jeff would put it.

These 2 interviews looked thoroughly thought out and rehearsed. He appeared believable, honest, convincing.

Describing why instead of describing how is easier to memorize as you can easily improvise on the why, while with the how, you can forget details and stumble or you can contradict yourself.

Granted, he was answering questions he was asked. He may have not wanted to describe how he killed his victims out of respect for the families and maybe he didn’t want to give gruesome details to the public.

Yet, he not only did one interview, but two describing the exact same things and answering the same questions. Why was the second interview needed? Well, because of his father’s book, of course. If you watch the Stone Philips interview, first thing Jeff is asked, after exchanging pleasantries is “did you read your father’s book?” The father himself is present.

“My dad sent me the book around last week and I spent all night reading it. I was up all night reading it.” The same night he got the book or last night before the interview? He didn’t specify. But, based on how he phrased it, I personally am inclined to think it was the night before the interview. I’m speculating here, of course.

He is asked about what he thinks of the book, if there was anything written in there that he was bothered by and so on. It seemed to me like the book was the main focus. Yes, he was asked questions about why he did the atrocities he supposedly committed, but there was nothing new as Jeff already talked about it in his previous interview. What was new, though was Jeff pointing out how he was the only one to blame! Not his family, not society, not pornography. Him and him only.

Now, the interview I want to focus on is the first one. The one with Nancy Glass.

First question he gets is why did he do the horrific crimes and his reply was “I had these obsessive desires and thoughts of wanting to control to uh… I don’t know how to put it uh… possess them permanently” and that’s why you killed them? “Right, right. Not because I was angry with them, not because I hated them, but because I wanted to keep them with me. And as my obsession grew, I was saving body parts such as skulls and skeletons” The last sentence wasn’t an answer to a question, he didn’t have to say it, yet he did. As he couldn’t stop and wanted to tell it all and get it over with.

Nancy tells him he sounds like someone who could tell himself ‘this is wrong’, ‘I must stop’. His exact reply “I always knew that it was wrong, but uh… after the f… The first… the first killing was not planned “ and then he proceeded to say how he met his first victim. Nancy didn’t ask him about his first victim, yet Jeff proceeded to tell the story he so well memorized or that probably actually happened. The story of the first victim. Notice how, in his televised interviews, the only victims he talks about are the first and second and when he talks about the second, he says he has no recollection of what actually happened. He was asked by Nancy if he told himself to stop and he started talking about the first victim, not any later victims. Because it was easier to say that after the second victim he couldn’t control himself at all, yet Nancy notices that after all the 17 murders he still sounds like someone who can tell himself to stop.

Nancy proceeds to ask Jeff what happened in the time between the first and second victim, the time he was able to control himself. Jeff’s blatant response was “It just wasn’t an opportunity to uh… fully express what I wanted to do “ then he talks about visiting bookstores and gay bars and, without being asked, proceeds to tell how he met his second victim. He is saying that his intention wasn’t to kill the second victim, but it happened and he doesn’t remember how it happened. “But that’s what started the whole spree all over again “ Afterwards he’s asked about his feelings after the killings and his reply is “it was almost addictive, almost uhhh… a surge of energy “ He brings out his need for control, yet he had no control over himself.

Jeffrey Dahmer talks about his motives in these two interviews. That is all he is asked about and that’s what he focuses on. If one knows that the motives are lust and control, it’s easy to explain without memorizing a script. It’s easy for Jeff to improvise on the spot as he is intelligent and articulate. Nothing from his televised interviews convinces me, personally that he’s done the things he was accused of doing just because he talks so nonchalantly about it.

Now, returning to the question in the beginning. Why did Jeff agree to not one, but two interviews? I think we can agree that the second one happened mainly because of his father’s book and it was a good way to promote it. Why did he accept to sit down and talk to Nancy Glass?

We know by now as it was talked in detail on our subreddit about how Jeff was using lines from a movie script in this interview that Jeff had inspiration of what to say, but it still doesn’t answer the question why. If he was the true monster everyone portrayed him to be, why coming on TV to talk about why you did it when you already gave a full confession to the authorities and everything is public? Why would you, as a guy who kept everything for himself, didn’t even talk to the family about himself in a deeper way, not even after his arrest because he told Stone Philips that he still doesn’t talk to his father about what happened because he didn’t see the need in doing so as it’s already well exposed in the media.

There’s always the chance that he wanted to tell the world that he is sick and maybe help prevent someone like himself to act upon his urges, if we follow the media narrative. It’s still not enough of an answer knowing how Jeff was so private all of his life. Why exposing yourself further after seeing how much of an impact your case already had? Was he doing it for attention as he was “doing a Dahmer” for attention of his school mates? It’s possible, but not very probable as he was doing a Dahmer to entertain his friends, to keep his friends and not necessarily for attention.

But as you know, based on all the evidences found, we don’t believe the media narrative.

The reason I think he did the interviews was because he was told to. Because it all was for the media circus. As was the case with the whole trial. All to distract the public from what was really happening in Milwaukee. The interviews were part of the process. Keep everyone distracted for as long as we can because people eat true crime up. Media profited off of it, the Archdiocese did too. Just as the movies about Dahmer, the talk shows, the news reports, so were the interviews part of the media call for attention towards this case. The monster of monsters. Serial killer, homosexual, cannibal. All the worst things a man can be, it was said of Jeff. Reminds me of John Carpenter’s vision of Michael Myers: a vicious killing machine but with an angelical face.

Jeffrey Dahmer was a product and they sure knew how to sell it.