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theladybrownstarot · 18 hours ago

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How's the personality of your future spouse ?

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Pick-A-Pile : here's a new pick card reading for you all ! So close your eyes and breathe in and out then choose pile(s) attracting you most . This is a general reading so it may resonate and not , my readings are not the universal truth so make your decisions wisely 🩷

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✧ Pile 1

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Right off the bat - feminine kind of person . They are someone who is very hopeful and determined in life , no matter how Many hardship They face they always stand again and follow to what they are always being called too . This person is really charismatic wether male or female they have this masculine energy in them when it comes to leading people and helping them, they had be someone who will not leave any person till the end but because of their genuine nature people at times take advantage of them. They are someone who will listen to all and learn from all but they will listen to themselves at last and introspect deeply to what they want to take ahead in life with them in their energy . Their voice is really sweet and honey like , Infact their personality too but mostly their voice . They maybe animal lovers too also have special bond with animals . This person has this healing touch to their personality and vibe that people come to them when In need , this person is emotionally very strong and experienced also matured than their age .

This person could have family related trauma too or their family is the greatest teacher and support, also this person is a family person or would love to have a family with you. They are believers for sure, no matter what happens they will follow and belive to what they feel called to help them up from their situation . They are visionary and have high goals also standards . They are also a good luck for themselves and others too fulfilling life with optimism and happiness .

✧ Keyword and Extra messages : hope , visionary, water sign - rising or moon , family , saturn/jupiter in 9th/8th house , pastries, sweet voice , animals ,vet , travel , plane , pilot, mars and ketu, threater - dramatic .

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✧ Pile 2

Namaste pile 2 ! Let's begin with your reading

I got two words first- indigo and Rainbow for them. They are someone jolly and happy go around type of person yet they are someone who will have this mystery inside no matter how you assure yourself that they are known to you very much. There's something surprising to them, and they reveal this small surprises about themselves in right situations only . They are quite shy and anxious too in general. They are cunning too , no matter how much you plan behind their back they will always know about it advance and back attack before you will even make a move leaving you in wonder and disbelief. They are chilled or have nonchalant attitude when it comes to their work , he/she's like - "aah I man I got it no worries at all". They are also cut throat when it comes to expressing opinions about someone , they don't sugarcoat at all . This is person is also into lots of self care and self love that's why they got themselves Pretty amazing in their life going with the flow. They value emotions a lot so of others too , this won't disrespect or disregard someone no matter even it's an enemy expressing their vunerable side or also in general because their morals are high so also they are quite a person with manners too . People might not approach this person because of their attitude but that doesn't mean they are bad ,they are just themselves .

They are intuitive , could be psychics too or have interest in occult sciences. They value their family a lot , also dont ever disrespect them emotionally because they are not attached kind of person ; the moment you disrespect , the moment they will leave you forever hence quite a person with boundaries . They will live their life purpose for sure so at times it's possible that they may not be available some time but otherwise they will be and are . Even they aren't there physically remember he/she will or knows what's going on with you and Will love and support you from far never making you feel alone or unloved .

✧ key words and extra messages : psychic , silent , lone/alone wolf , direct , honest , ketu in 11th house, sun in 10th house, mysterious , Venus in fifth/fourth house with Mars conjuction possibly , spiritual.

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Namaste pile 3 ! Let's begin with your reading

Your future spouse's personality is quite vampirish , I must say . There's this aggression and passion mix in them which flows in their pain . They will be someone who will not show their anger directly rather they will Suck out the person's soul through an interesting way . Next , I sense is that this person is really balanced - emotional and practical doesn't need a lot of time to rebalance , they are really clear about their approach and action. Theirs this sharpness and hotness in them that makes them Hella attractive which is quite mix with bad boy attitude but same something more sweet equally mixed , their personality is quite addictive. They are also grounded and humble being on this earth who is ready to make anyone happy and entertained . I sense that they are also quite flirty and enjoy every moment of their life , compassionate kind of person one can say. They are like a gentleman at first impression because of their approach . I cannot deny if they are in "rom-com" alot because I sense it so much here , they are quite a Day dreamer for sure.

This person is a nature love and loves being In fantasy, when someone meets them for sure someone will think if this person is a character from a book ? Why so because they are like someone who is rare and precious to find. They will be a kind of person who is sole beliver of "free will", he/she doesn't want to be bounded to anything so they quite can be irresponsible at times . They could also be good singers or could play instruments too. He or she is always ready for a new adventure in life.So if you ever think that your life has ended , they will be the first one to make you more hopeful and motivated .

✧ Keyboards and extra messages : ice cream , 5th house and 11th house synastry , free will , hot and cold, addictive personality , bad boy mix , scorpio ascendant or mars in scorpio , gentleman , casino, piano, Venus in 11th house, grounded and emotional.

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riboism · 2 days ago

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haunted ═╬ act III: the woman in the painting

♱ content tags: centuries old vampire! seonghwa x fem reader, vampire au, gothic romance, gothic horror, necklace fucking (?), using pearl necklace as pussy beads, fingering, cum eating, story takes place circa early 1900s, reincarnation, smut, angst, forbidden love, slowburn, lots of yearning, no happy ending, blood, satanism, animal cruelty, nosferatu/bram stroker’s dracula/edward scissorhands vibes

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The weeks passed in a blur, the crisp autumn air gradually replacing the lingering warmth of summer. The trees surrounding the Count’s estate were beginning to shed their leaves, scattering shades of gold and crimson across the grounds. You had grown used to your tasks, and even more so to the rhythm of the Count’s presence.

Though his demeanor was often reserved, he had softened in small ways—an occasional kind word, a fleeting smile. These moments sent your heart racing in ways you tried to suppress, but it was futile. He was charming, his allure impossible to ignore. Each evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, you found yourself looking forward to his appearance, your stomach fluttering with anticipation.

Tonight was no different. You finished raking the leaves that blanketed the garden, humming softly as you worked. The sun cast long shadows across the grounds, the sky painted in hues of orange and purple. Gathering the last pile of leaves into a neat heap, you set the rake aside and stretched, savoring the quiet beauty of the evening.

A sudden rustling caught your attention. You turned to see a sleek black cat darting out from behind a bush. It stopped a few paces away, staring at you with unblinking, golden eyes. A strange sense of deja vu washed over you, though you couldn’t place why.

“Where did you come from?” you murmured, stepping closer.

The cat meowed softly, its tail flicking once before it bolted toward the open door of the estate.

“Wait!” you called, hurrying after it.

It moved quickly, its black fur blending into the dimly lit interior as it bounded up the grand staircase. You hesitated at the bottom step, your heart thudding. The Count’s rules about the upstairs were clear, but the thought of the cat clawing at his furniture—or worse, his paintings—spurred you forward.

Taking the steps two at a time, you followed the cat’s swift movements. It slipped into a room at the end of the hall, the door slightly ajar. You approached cautiously, pushing the door open just enough to peek inside.

Your breath hitched.

The room was bathed in the warm glow of the descending sunset, illuminating rows upon rows of paintings leaning against walls and scattered across the floor. The scent of oil paint and turpentine filled the air. The cat sat perched on a stool near the center of the room, its tail curling lazily as it observed you.

You stepped inside carefully, your eyes widening as you took in the sheer volume of artwork. Most were landscapes—lush forests, serene lakes, and vibrant meadows. The detail was astonishing, each brushstroke imbued with life.

But then your gaze shifted to a different set of paintings, ones that made your cheeks flush.

Nudes.

You froze, the heat rising to your face as your eyes lingered on the delicate curves and shadowed contours of the women. They were striking, their poses artful and sensual. Your discomfort deepened when you noticed that one of the figures seemed… familiar.

Your breath caught. The woman in the painting bore a resemblance to you—not an exact likeness, but close enough to unsettle you. Her features were softer, her hair styled in a different time, but the eyes… they mirrored yours in a way that sent a chill down your spine.

You took a step back, your pulse quickening.

“Y/N,” came the Count’s voice, low and sharp from the doorway.

You spun around, heart leaping to your throat. He stood there, his expression unreadable, his dark eyes locked on you. He didn’t seem angry. Instead, his expression softened, worry—perhaps even concern—filled his eyes. His gaze moved from your flushed face to the painting of the nude woman, then back to you.

“I’m sorry, sir,” you stammered, words spilling out in a rush. “The cat—it ran into the house and came straight up here. I didn’t want it to ruin anything, so I—”

“It’s alright,” he interrupted gently, his voice calm but firm.

You stopped, biting your lip nervously, watching as he stepped closer and bent down to scoop up the cat. The sleek black creature immediately began to purr in his arms, nuzzling against his hand as he stroked its fur.

“I’m sorry,” you repeated, this time in a whisper.

A thick silence hung in the air. You wanted to leave, but your feet refused to obey, keeping you rooted to the spot. Despite yourself, your eyes flicked back to the painting—the one that had startled you so much.

He noticed.

“It’s not proper for a lady such as yourself to look at,” he said, stepping closer, his voice lowering in a way that sent a shiver up your spine. “In Italy, it’s different. I studied art there, and the nude is seen as something natural, even divine. Here, my clients want something a little more—family friendly. So, I’ve made the shift to making nature scenes.”

You swallowed hard as he moved closer, the warmth of his presence making your pulse race. His gaze was steady, and as he spoke, his tone took on a certain reverence.

“The Renaissance,” he said, his voice steady, “was a return to the classical ideals of Greece and Rome, a time when humanity stood at the heart of creation. It marked the rise of Humanism—the idea that, despite its imperfections, mankind is a reflection of divine perfection. The nude was revered as a symbol of that sacred beauty, portrayed without shame or indecency. It wasn’t about desire or scandal; it was about capturing truth and honoring the sublime.”

Your eyes darted back to the woman in the painting. She reclined lazily, resting against a soft mattress. She is partially draped in a soft, flowing fabric that cascades around her body, revealing her form with elegance and grace. The only attire she bore was a string of pearls cascading around her neck. Her posture is relaxed, her arms resting behind her head, and a gentle smile graces her face, as if someone was whispering sweet nothings to her. You cleared your throat finally. “I… I see that now. It’s… beautiful.”

His brow arched slightly, as if surprised by your comment, but the corner of his mouth twitched, almost imperceptibly, into what might have been a smile. “You really think so?”

You nodded, your voice soft. “It’s detailed. Expressive. I can see the care you put into it.”

For a moment, his expression shifted, almost as if he were caught between pride and something more intimate—a connection, perhaps.

“Who is she?” you asked hesitantly, breaking the fragile silence.

His gaze lingered on the painting for a moment before he spoke, his voice quieter, tinged with an emotion you weren’t familiar with seeing him with. “She was my wife.”

The words struck you, their weight hanging in the air.

“I’m so sorry,” you murmured, your chest tightening with empathy.

He didn’t respond immediately, his attention fixed on the painting as if searching for something long lost. Finally, he said, “It was a long time ago.” His tone was flat, devoid of the warmth that had just been there.

The cat let out a soft meow, breaking the tension.

“The studio is a private place,” he said, his tone shifting to something authoritative. “But… I appreciate your concern. Thank you for ensuring nothing was disturbed.”

“I didn’t mean to intrude,” you said quickly, your cheeks heating again. “It won’t happen again.”

His gaze softened slightly, though his expression remained unreadable. “See that it doesn’t. But… I don’t fault you for your curiosity.”

He turned, carrying the cat toward the door, but paused for a moment. “And, for what it’s worth,” he added, his voice quieter, “I’m glad you see the beauty in the work. It’s not something most people here care to understand.”

He left then, leaving you alone in the studio, your heart pounding as you took in the myriad of paintings once more. The weight of his words lingered, along with the unmistakable ache of his unspoken sorrow.

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Every night, he haunted your dreams. Some nights, they unfolded like fragments of memories—intimate moments that felt impossibly real, yet foreign, as if they belonged to another life entirely. Other times, the dreams were a tangled haze, a blur of longing and unspoken desires. Each night, your yearning for him grew more insistent, gnawing at the edges of your thoughts, harder to push away when you woke.

This time, the dream placed you in your bed, lying on your side. The room around you was cast in a dim, golden glow, as if lit by candlelight. Everything felt heavier—the sheets, the air, even the weight of your own body.

His fingers pumped inside of you languidly, his chest pressed up against your back as he laid next to you. Although you couldn’t see him, you could feel his hot breath hitting the nape of your neck, his lips tracing over your soft skin gently. You pressed your face against your pillow, using it to muffle your moans after each thrust of his long fingers.

“Don’t do that,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder, making your nerves twist. “You know I like to hear you.”

He burrowed his fingers deeper inside of you and curled them tightly, the sounds of your filthy squelches now filling up the room. You tilted your head back, desperate whines leaving your lips as you were absorbed in ecstacy.

Your body stilled, your eyes feeling heavy as your release consumed you, his soft, plush lips nibbling at your neck while his thrusts slowed down.

His fingers left you, and he brought them up to his mouth, sucking and licking them clean of your sticky juices. He groaned at your taste, each suck not enough to fulfill him, leading him to crave more of you.

He brought his hand down again, rubbing the slick all over your raw skin. “One more.”

You shivered at his touch, your cunt overstimulated from cumming so much for him. Your body grew exhausted at each passing orgasm, the sheer sweat making your nightdress cling uncomfortably to your body, but not once did you deny him. You craved his touch just as much as he craved yours, the reward for your obedience too enticing to give up.

You nodded weakly at him, throat too dry to say anything more. His thumb pressed onto your clit, his voice soothing you into another round of pleasure.

“My sweet girl.”

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You awoke the next morning, tangled in your sheets and feeling a familiar discomfort lingering just between your legs. The dreams were so vivid, and you got used to waking up with your undergarments stained with your arousal. You sighed, sitting up and brushing your hair out of your face, your lips forming an unconscious pout. It had ended too abruptly, leaving you yearning for more—more of his touch, his voice, his closeness. The way his presence lingered in your thoughts unsettled you, yet it was impossible to deny how much you craved it.

You sat on the edge of your bed, clutching the hem of your nightdress as a wave of shame washed over you. Longing for the very man you served—dreaming such intimate, improper things about him—felt dangerous, almost reckless. This wasn’t a harmless crush anymore. It had grown into something more consuming, something darker.

An obsession.

The thought turned your stomach. You were disgusted with yourself. How could you let your mind wander so far? He was your employer, a man burdened by grief, and you were nothing more than his hired help. What would he think if he knew the things you fantasized about him?

You pressed your palms to your face, willing the heat in your cheeks to fade. "Get a hold of yourself," you muttered, as if scolding your heart would make it beat any slower when he was near.

At least you had the day to yourself to help clear your head. While the Count slept, you busied yourself tidying up the house, scrubbing, sweeping, and organizing as the morning light poured through the tall windows. Your thoughts drifted aimlessly, but you tried to push them away, focusing instead on the tasks at hand.

As you made your way into the dining room, a sigh escaped your lips. The familiar sight greeted you again: the bowl of stew, untouched. The spoon rested at the same angle you’d left it, the once-warm broth now congealed and unappetizing. Sometimes, the Count had the decency to throw the food away, sparing your feelings, but other times, like now, he simply left it behind as if he’d forgotten it entirely.

You frowned, lifting the bowl and turning it over in your hands as though inspecting it might explain why he didn’t eat. How could someone go on like this—sleeping through the day, working endlessly through the night, with seemingly no sustenance to keep him going?

Grief. The word slipped into your mind unbidden. It must be eating him alive, you thought. You set the bowl down gently, your fingers lingering on the edge as a pang of pity hit you. He was so mysterious, so closed off, but moments like these revealed a fragility you couldn’t ignore. A part of you wanted to understand him, to reach out and offer comfort, but another part—a stronger part—warned you to stay distant.

Shaking your head, you grabbed the bowl and carried it to the kitchen to clean, telling yourself it wasn’t your place to worry. But the unease lingered, settling in your chest like a weight you couldn’t quite shrug off.

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The castle felt especially quiet as you tidied up that morning, the echo of your own footsteps filling the halls. While dusting the shelves in the kitchen, you noticed the pantry shelves were growing bare—flour, sugar, and a few other essentials were nearly gone. With a sigh, you knew there was no avoiding it. You’d have to venture down into town.

You groaned at the thought of the long walk downhill and the prying eyes of the townspeople. It was never a pleasant experience; they always seemed to whisper or stare as you passed by. Still, the Count needed his meals, and you had an idea to try something new—a sweet treat, perhaps an apple pie. Maybe that would finally tempt his appetite.

When you reached the market, the stalls were bustling with activity. You took your time browsing, your eyes scanning the piles of red and orange brushed apples displayed in wooden crates. They looked perfect, plump and ripe. You ran your fingers over the smooth skin of one as you imagined how the pie might turn out.

But your calm was broken by a sudden commotion. Shouts and murmurs rose in the distance, and you turned your head toward the source. A crowd was gathering near the edge of the market, voices growing louder and more frantic.

Curiosity got the better of you, and you hurried over to see what was happening. The crowd parted slightly, revealing a dead calf sprawled on the ground. Its throat was torn open, dried blood pooling beneath it. The sight made your stomach churn.

“What happened?” you asked someone nearby.

“Another attack,” the man said grimly. “It was found in the square this morning.”

“I lost a cow too!” another farmer called out, his voice shaking with anger. “Found her this morning, just like this one—opened up and bled dry.”

Gasps rippled through the crowd, followed by uneasy whispers.

“This isn’t natural,” an older man said, shaking his head. “It’s like somethin’ out of a nightmare.”

“I saw somethin’ last night,” another farmer interjected, his face pale. “By my barn. A figure—dark, shadowy. It wasn’t human, I swear it wasn’t.”

“Who else could it be?” the first farmer spat, his voice rising with fury. “It has to be him! The Count!”

A hush fell over the crowd.

“Him? Really?” someone finally asked.

“Yes, him!” the farmer continued. “Lives up there in that eerie castle, never comes down except at night. Probably takin’ the blood for some satanic ritual—or worse, eatin’ them alive!”

The accusation sent a ripple of fear and agreement through the crowd.

“That’s enough!” you snapped, stepping forward before you could stop yourself.

All eyes turned to you, the market falling silent save for the rustle of wind through the trees.

“You have no proof of any of this,” you said, your voice steady but sharp. “And yet, you’re ready to blame a man who’s done nothing but keep to himself? Do you even realize how ridiculous you sound? Satanic rituals? Eating cattle? You sound like children telling ghost stories.”

The first farmer glared at you, his jaw tightening. “And who are you to defend him, huh? You work for him, don’t you?”

“I do,” you replied, meeting his glare with your own. “And I can tell you he’s no devil worshipper. Maybe you should spend less time spinning tales and more time taking care of your cattle. This is an obvious wolf attack. We had them on the ranch where I grew up.”

He opened his mouth to argue, but you cut him off. “If you’re so certain he’s behind this, then why don’t you march up to the castle and confront him yourself? Oh, that’s right—you won’t. Because you know deep down how absurd this all is.”

The crowd shifted uncomfortably, the men muttering under their breath as they exchanged uneasy glances. They didn’t press the issue, but the tension lingered in the air.

You turned back to the apple vendor, your pulse still racing. “I’ll take these,” you said, handing over a few coins and bagging the apples.

As you walked away from the market, the crowd’s murmurs faded behind you, but your frustration lingered, bubbling just beneath the surface. The ignorance and fear of the townspeople made your blood boil. How could they be so quick to condemn someone they barely knew?

You thought back to what Mr. Kang had said about them. The townsfolk had a few screws loose, no doubt about it. Their boredom, lack of education, and excessive piety made them turn to gossip like moths to a flame. And for what? Because the Count didn’t attend their church? Didn’t partake in their social activities? That somehow made him a demonic spirit, capable of dark rituals and unholy acts?

It was absurd—laughable even, if it didn’t rile you so much. They blamed him for every misfortune in their lives, as if casting the shadow of their own grievances onto him would somehow solve their problems. It was easier, you supposed, to create a villain out of a recluse than to face their own shortcomings.

You adjusted your grip on the basket, your knuckles whitening with the effort. As the castle loomed closer, you couldn’t shake the thought of their wild accusations. It was ridiculous, yes, but it was also dangerous. Ignorance and fear had a way of growing into something worse, something volatile.

Yet, as you got closer to the castle, a shadow of doubt crept into your mind. The state of the calf —violently opened up and bled dry—gnawed at you. You recalled finding a few mangled cows on your family’s ranch before, but nothing like this. It was as if the predator had drained it completely, leaving nothing but an empty husk behind. What kind of animal would do that?

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Night had fallen, and you bustled about in the kitchen, carefully removing the pie from the oven. The buttery, sugary scent of the golden lattice crust mingled with the warmth of the room, wrapping around you like a comforting hug. You clasped your hands together, beaming with pride at how beautifully it had turned out.

The sound of soft footsteps startled you, and you spun around to see the Count standing in the doorway. His presence was a surprise; it wasn’t like him to appear so early in the evening. His dark eyes wandered to the pie, and for a moment, his sharp features softened.

“Sir,” you said, quickly setting the pie down. “You must be starving. I’ll start dinner right away—”

“That smell,” he interrupted, his voice unusually gentle. “Is that apple pie?”

“It is,” you replied hesitantly, caught off guard by the faint glimmer of interest in his tone. “Would you like a slice?”

His brow furrowed, as if caught in an internal debate. He stepped closer, examining the intricate latticework with quiet intensity. “It looks…beautiful,” he admitted, his voice carrying a trace of warmth. Then, as if reminding himself, he added, “But I shouldn’t. I don’t usually eat such things.”

“Oh, come now!” you said, grabbing a knife before he could protest further. “Just one bite won’t hurt, will it?”

He hesitated, his lips pressing into a thin line as though trying to resist. But when you flashed him a teasing smile and cut a perfect slice, his strength faltered. “I suppose,” he murmured, “just a small piece.”

You handed him the plate and spoon, watching as he sat down at the kitchen table, the golden glow of the lanterns casting soft shadows across his face. He stared at the pie for a long moment before finally taking a bite.

The change in his expression was subtle but unmistakable. His shoulders relaxed slightly, and his eyes closed for a brief moment as the flavors melted on his tongue. “It’s…delicious,” he said softly, as though the words cost him something to admit.

A quiet smile tugged at the corners of your lips, happy to finally see him enjoy your cooking. “I’m glad you like it. It’s an old recipe of my mother’s. Apple pie was always a favorite in our house.”

He paused mid-bite, his gaze distant. “My wife used to make apple pie,” he said, his voice tinged with a melancholy that made your chest ache. “She would spend hours perfecting the crust, just like this. It was her specialty.”

You blinked, caught off guard by the raw emotion in his tone. “It sounds like she was an incredible woman,” you said gently, your voice warm with sincerity. “It’s a lovely way to honor her memory, I think.”

His lips twitched, almost forming a smile, but the weight of his grief seemed to hold him back. “She was,” he said quietly. “She truly was.”

A heavy silence hung between you, and you saw his fingers tighten around the spoon as if grounding himself. Then, as if to break the somber mood, he took another bite of the pie. This time, the faintest hint of a smile broke through, bittersweet and fleeting, but there all the same.

Just as you felt the moment begin to ease, the Count suddenly lurched forward, his body wracked with violent coughs. “Sir!” you cried, rushing to his side as blood speckled his pale lips.

“It’s nothing,” he rasped, though his trembling form told a different story.

“It’s not nothing,” you insisted, panic rising in your chest. “You’re coughing up blood!”

He tried to wave you off, but his legs gave out beneath him, forcing you to catch him as he slumped forward. His skin was icy to the touch, and his breath came in shallow gasps.

“I’ll help you to your room,” you said firmly, wrapping an arm around his waist.

“No,” he muttered, shaking his head weakly. “Not there.”

With no time to argue, you guided him to your bed instead. He collapsed onto it, his pale face etched with pain. As you dabbed at his damp forehead with a cool cloth, his eyes fluttered shut.

“You’re burning up,” you murmured, your worry deepening. “You have a fever.”

“I’ll be fine,” he mumbled, though his voice lacked conviction.

Ignoring his protests, you continued to tend to him, fetching water and whispering reassurances. Hours passed as you stayed by his side, watching helplessly as his condition wavered. His fever finally broke in the dead of night, but he remained unconscious, his breaths shallow and uneven.

You sat back in the chair by the bed, exhaustion tugging at your eyelids. Despite his weakened state, there was something oddly serene about the Count as he slept. His dark hair fell in tousled waves across his forehead, a stark contrast to the usual perfection of his appearance. His features, so often guarded, were soft and vulnerable.

You couldn’t help but reach out, brushing a stray lock of hair from his face. A pang of something unnameable stirred in your chest as you took in his quiet beauty.

As the night wore on, fatigue finally claimed you. Without realizing it, you leaned against the bed, your head resting near his as you drifted off to sleep.

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The world around you shifted, the faint glow of moonlight through the bedroom window dissolving into the warm hues of sunlight. You found yourself lying on a bed, softer than any you’d ever known, draped in a sheer blanket that did little to conceal the bare curve of your body. The air was still, the only sound being the faint scrape of a brush on canvas.

You lifted your head, your gaze landing on the familiar figure of the Count. He was standing behind an easel, his dark eyes peering over the edge of the canvas to study you with an intense focus that made your heart beat fast. His hands moved deftly, the brush in his grip capturing something on the blank surface that you couldn’t see.

“How much longer do I have to stay like this?” you asked, breaking the quiet. Your voice carried a teasing whine, though there was a genuine edge of boredom in it. “I’m tired.”

He didn’t respond at first, his focus unbroken as his gaze flicked between you and the painting. The sunrays from the grand window played across his face, highlighting the sharp lines of his jaw and the furrow of his brow.

“Seonghwa,” you called again, the name slipping from your lips as naturally as breathing.

This time, he stopped, lowering his brush. His eyes met yours, softening ever so slightly. “Just a little longer, my love” he said assuringly, his voice low and melodic. “I’m nearly finished.”

You huffed, letting your head fall back against the pillows in exaggerated defeat. “You said that an hour ago.”

A faint smile tugged at his lips, though he tried to suppress it. His clothing, richly adorned in what looked like 17th century garb, made him look regal yet familiar, as though he belonged to this moment as much as he did to you.

“Perfection takes time,” he said, dipping the brush into his palette and returning his attention to the canvas.

You pouted, pulling the blanket higher as if to shield yourself from his watchful gaze, the only thing visible being the pearly white necklace that rested against your collarbones. “It’s just a painting,” you muttered.

“It’s not just a painting,” he replied, stepping out from behind the easel. He moved closer, his long coat brushing against the floor. “It’s you. Every stroke, every shadow, must be just right.”

There was a reverence in his tone that made your cheeks warm. He crouched beside the bed, his face now level with yours. “You don’t see it, do you?” he murmured, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your face. “The way the light touches you? The way your soul shines through every curve, every detail?”

Your breath caught, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. His touch was tender, his words intimate, as though they were meant to be etched into your very being. His fingertips traced over your nose, to your lips, and down to your shoulders, playfully fingering the sheer fabric that was draped against your quivering body.

He took your pearl necklace into his hands, carefully examining it with lips parted open. “Aphrodite herself would come down and tear me to pieces if I did anything less than justice to her masterpiece.”

He had a way with words, his charm effortlessly delightful, but this time it didn’t sway you. “You’d rather paint me than touch me,” you pouted, your voice tinged with mock indignation.

Seonghwa grinned softly, a playful gleam lighting up his dark eyes. “Oh? Is that what you want?” he teased, his voice low and velvety. “You want me to touch you?”

He reached out and slowly pulled the sheer blanket down, revealing your bare form to him. Though he remained still at your side, his gaze roamed over you painstakingly slow. It was as if he was memorizing every inch of you, savoring the sight in silence.

Your frustration bubbled to the surface, heat rising to your cheeks. “I’m afraid if you don’t, I’ll have no choice but to tear you to pieces myself.”

A laugh escaped him, soft and rich, as though he was enjoying your boldness far too much. "Now that," he murmured, leaning in just enough for you to feel the warmth of his breath, "is an art I’d be curious to see."

His lips graced yours gently, their softness leaving you feeling warm and fuzzy. His fingers traced your perked nipples before pinching and twisting them, forcing a soft moan out from your lips, which he swallowed up with ease. Your hands slipped into his silky, black strands, pulling at them just perfectly enough to send blood rushing to his crotch.

“Do you do this with all the girls you paint, Count Park?” You asked, a faint touch of tease hinting in your tone.

His fingers found their way behind your neck, unclamping the gift he got you months before. He pulled the pearls down, running it slowly across your heaving chest, until you felt its coolness resting against your hot center.

“Only the ones that give me a hard time.” He grinned. His lips left yours for a brief moment, and he watched your core intently as he rubbed the expensive pearls over your throbbing clit.

You grabbed onto his arm tighter, the sensation happening between your legs feeling both blissful and empty. It just wasn’t enough. You needed him, and you needed him desperately.

“Why do you tease me like this?” You whined, your hips rolling as he continued his perverted ministrations. “I want to feel you.”

Seonghwa let out a soft chuckle, clearly amused, finding your impatience utterly endearing. He stuffed the long string of pearls into your wet pussy, smirking to himself in satisfaction with how well they slid into you.

“Patience, my love,” he said to you, though his attention was focused solely on how pretty your pussy lips looked, the chubby skin hugging the pearls so beautifully. “Have I ever denied you what you desire?”

You gasped at the sudden intrusion, the feeling foreign yet satisfying. He tugged on the necklace slowly, smirking to himself to the sounds of your pleading moans. He worked you like this for quite a while until he lost all restraint. He pulled your cum soaked necklace out from your needy hole, and replaced it with his warm tongue, spending the rest of the day between your soft thighs, the painting he was working so hard on now forgotten.

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You stirred awake, his face and voice still lingering in your mind like whispers in the dark. Your body was damp with sweat, and a familiar wetness slicked your thighs, a shameful reminder of your perverted dream. You shifted, turning to the side, only to realize the Count was no longer there.

Your hand instinctively reached for the sheets where he had laid, but the spot was cold. He must have risen, you thought, feeling better and retreating to his chambers before dawn. The thought made you want to check on him, to be sure he was all right, but your body remained rooted to the bed.

The dream still clung to you, vivid and overwhelming, leaving you disoriented as you sat there. There was something hauntingly familiar about it, as if it wasn’t just a dream but instead an intimate memory.

You pressed your fingers to your temples, trying to make sense of it. Who could you confide in about this? The strange, lifelike dreams that left you trembling in their aftermath, the Count haunting you night after night with his touch, his lips, his voice?

The pale moonlight streamed through the window, illuminating your room in a silvery glow. You stared at it, as though the answer might lie in its light. But the feeling only deepened—an impossible certainty that this dream, this aching moment, wasn’t just a figment of your subconscious.

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act IV: the cat ➜

#seonghwa smut #seonghwa fanfic #ateez fanfic #seonghwa x reader #park seonghwa x reader #park seonghwa smut #ateez smut #seonghwa scenarios #park seonghwa scenarios #my works: haunted

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hurlumerlu · 21 hours ago

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RATING EACH "KNOCKING THE BOYFIE OUT" SCENE YAYYYYY

N°1 Bison + Kant + syringe

No call back to "I'll cover your mouth if you scream", which is a disapointment. No shh shh shh either, but I enjoyed seeing Bison in determined murdermode (not to be mixed with his horny murdermode, more suited to some shh shh shh). Especially since Bison did start out with the disadvantage of a very fresh knife wound, so I'm willing to be lenient. I appreciate that it all took a lot of Bison's strength, to the point that Kant's weight brings him down with him until they're both lying on the floor. Kitten might have thought of murder all day, but kitten is also roughly one head shorter, fresh off of some med-induced sleep, and had a knife in his guts a few hours ago. I'm cutting kitten some slack. Plus we got this marvelous shot,

which I will go ahead and call iconic.

9.5/10 they should do it again recreationally sometime.

N°2 Fadel + Style + finally some bathroom action

Aw, look at them cheek to cheek ♥

Fadel was never going to give me any shh shh shh, because Fadel doesn't know how to have fun. He went for his usual "efficient, impersonal, I'm simply a man on the clock" schtick, except of course he was none of those things (appart from efficient). He did however go all out on the physical intimacy. I really loved the insane stalker vibes he brought to the table, especially since they're normally Style's thing. As a general observation, I greatly appreciated how long the whole thing took, how much Style struggled, and Fadel's expression once it was done.

A picture is worth thousand-words fanfictions, or whatever it is they say.

9,5/10, let's not pit two bad bitches against each other. It probably gave Style ideas though.

Closing remark

I can only applaud the choice of giving us a slow pan from Bison's toes to his hell hath no furry (but i do have a stomach wound) face

while Fadel remained an ominous blurr in the background until he attacked (though his arm in a sling still allowed for instant recognition)

I feel like they would both agree that it was in keeping with their respective style.

#the heart killers #the heart killers spoilers

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the-cosmic-cauldron · 1 day ago

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♡𝕍𝕖𝕟𝕦𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕊𝕚𝕘𝕟 & ℙ𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕦𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 ♡

This is a continued post ❁

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Aquarius Venus in the 8th house can be hot and cold. They are deeply introspective and often channel their detachment into their emotions. One day, they may be fully connected, listening and sharing with you, while the next, they could ghost or retreat emotionally. They crave deep connections but are hesitant to allow vulnerability. Trust is crucial for them, and once they trust you, they will open up more. Before that, they will primarily share their ideas and beliefs, keeping their emotional side under wraps.

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Aquarius Venus in the 9th house is constantly on the go. When they like someone, they want to experience new things with them—traveling to exciting destinations or exploring new ideas. They need to be intellectually stimulated and get bored easily, so they seek a partner who can bring energy and excitement to their life. Commitment is not easy for them, as they value their freedom and don’t want to be smothered. They need a partner who can provide the life they desire while allowing them space to explore and grow.

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Aquarius Venus in the 10th house cares deeply about their public image and career. They seek a partner who aligns with their values, particularly in terms of being progressive, humanitarian, and unique. They enjoy relationships but maintain a strong sense of individuality, preferring to have their own life outside of the relationship. They want a partner who supports their vision and allows them to remain independent while also sharing common goals.

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Aquarius Venus in the 11th house is friendly and outgoing. They value intellectual connections and need a partner who feels like their best friend. They tend to resist commitment and prefer unconventional relationships, such as friends with benefits or open relationships. They don’t like labels and enjoy keeping things casual, but they still value humanity and emotional connection in their own way.

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Aquarius Venus in the 12th house struggles with connecting to the Aquarian qualities of independence and intellectualism when it comes to love. They tend to attract emotionally needy partners or end up in traditional relationships that don’t align with their true desires. This creates difficulty in finding a fulfilling love connection. They often suppress their true desires and values, making it hard for them to express their authentic self in relationships.

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How they love: Unconditional lovers, Venus in Pisces, take the cake for romance. They exist in their minds, in their ideals, and in their dreams, and they want to bring those dreams to life. They often feel a deep connection to someone’s energy and are drawn to who that person is on a soul level. What they deeply crave is an all-encompassing, intimate relationship—soulmate energy, twin flame energy.

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Pisces Venus in the 1st house is the type of Pisces who will initiate communication with someone they like. They go after what they want because they feel that the person they are drawn to encompasses everything they desire. They tend to view people through rose-colored glasses, idealizing anyone they like, and often feel that this is the person of their dreams—someone they want to be with for the rest of their life, even if they’ve never met them. They can idealize people based on first impressions, how they look, or their vibe and energy. These individuals crave a passionate, loving, and intimate relationship.

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Pisces Venus in the 2nd house values steadiness in their relationships. They are the type of lovers who truly need to feel loved on a deep level, valuing unconditional love to the point where they require someone who will show up and provide that love consistently and steadily. They are also very sensual, needing physical closeness and affection from their partners. They enjoy expressing love in a concrete, practical way, such as through words of affirmation or physical touch. These individuals often base their beliefs about love on their spiritual or personal value systems.

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Pisces Venus in the 3rd house is the ultimate communicator, always craving deep conversations with the person they like. They are fascinated by others’ lifestyles and day-to-day lives and want to stay connected through constant texting and talking. It’s not about doing things together but about having one-on-one conversations that reveal truths and deepen understanding. These individuals are captivated by meaningful dialogue and need mental stimulation in relationships.

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Pisces Venus in the 4th house is a homebody who enjoys privacy and loves being at home. They are deep romantics who crave intimacy and connection. They love love letters and sentimental items, holding on to meaningful gifts from those they care about. These individuals are genuine and kind-hearted, seeking partners who are soft-hearted, family-oriented, and a bit mysterious. They enjoy a tight, unconditional, long-lasting bond with their loved ones, and their ideal partner is someone who can offer them comfort and provide the sense of love they’ve envisioned.

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Pisces Venus in the 5th house is playful and enjoys having fun with their partners. They become giddy and childlike in the presence of someone they like, and their relationships allow them to express their inner creativity. They may enjoy artistic activities like painting, singing, or making content with their partner. These individuals pour their love into their relationships and can have many lovers, giving deeply of themselves to each person.

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Pisces Venus in the 6th house has conflicting energies. On one hand, they are free-loving and fluid in their approach to relationships, but on the other hand, they seek stable, grounded partners. They are attracted to creative, down-to-earth, and spiritual individuals who can make them feel special. They have certain standards in relationships, but those standards are flexible. While they enjoy the freedom of getting to know people, when it comes to committed relationships, they seek partners who align with their values.

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Pisces Venus in the 7th house is the quintessential romantic. They desire to give their entire self to their partner and can become so unified with them that they feel like one. These individuals are self-sacrificial in relationships, willing to compromise and do whatever it takes to keep the peace and harmony. They fall in love easily and want to devote themselves to their partner for life. Their relationships are centered around deep emotional connections and creating a harmonious, loving partnership.

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Pisces Venus in the 8th house is a deeply emotional and intense placement. These individuals have a lot of unconditional love to give, but they also have trust issues. They need to trust their partner before they can fully open up and express their emotions. Once they do trust someone, they become deeply devoted and willing to show their more intimate and vulnerable sides. This placement is highly sexual and desires deep, intimate connections. They feel more in love when they share this level of intimacy with their partner.

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Pisces Venus in the 9th house is passionate and loves to explore their connections. They enjoy doing meaningful things with their partner, such as traveling to places that hold significance or having deep conversations that help them understand each other better. These individuals value a partner who shares similar beliefs and philosophies, and they enjoy connecting with their partner on a spiritual or intellectual level. They are not just about the physical connection—they seek deeper meaning in everything they do with their partner.

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Pisces Venus in the 10th house focuses outwardly on the image of their relationships. They may alter their appearance or adapt to their partner’s lifestyle to create harmony and attract the right partner. These individuals care deeply about maintaining a positive public image of their relationship, sometimes to the point of sacrificing their own desires to maintain peace. They are very accommodating lovers who often let their partner take the lead in the relationship, focusing on keeping things calm and harmonious.

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Pisces Venus in the 11th house is a loving and compassionate individual who values friendship and connection. They have a magnetic and mysterious quality that draws people to them. While they enjoy relationships, they are not traditional and prefer to let things unfold naturally. These individuals are not possessive and value freedom in their relationships, both for themselves and their partners. They appreciate open-mindedness and enjoy the fluidity of love that comes without expectations.

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Pisces Venus in the 12th house has a heart of gold and is incredibly loving and nurturing, but they can be very confused about their own emotions. These individuals have a deep, spiritual nature and often struggle to express their love in a clear way. They may feel misunderstood or disconnected from their own feelings at times, but their love is pure and compassionate. This placement often leads to self-sacrifice in relationships, and these individuals may give too much of themselves without receiving enough in return. They need a partner who can understand their emotional complexity and offer them the same unconditional love they so freely give to others.

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abnormalityrobot · 2 days ago

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Was curious what wide smile sounded in older versions of starlight express (I've only heard the 2024 version of the songs) and I ended up finding the song C.B. in an album that according to the name is the original cast recording / remastered 2005 and honestly I like how it sounds more than wide smile in my opinion both are good but I like the vibe of C.B. more also love how dude is just like "I'm public enemy number one :D"

#starlight express #stex #stex revival #stex 2024 #stex london 2024

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ghost-bison · 1 day ago

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a christopher eccleston appreciation post

i will never say this enough because i don't know enough words, nor do i think such words exist, that could even begin to summarize how much i love christopher eccleston, but... i love christopher eccleston. and, more importantly, i have a deep-rooted respect for that man.

i started doctor who as, let's be honest, a sci-fi hater, forcing myself because i was obsessed with david tennant, and i was kind of dreading the first series because of this. but i was dead wrong.

he broadened my mind, gave me so many laughs, and so many cries, and i'm not the first to say that whenever eccleston is on the screen you just can't take your eyes off him, even when he's not supposed to be the main focus of the scene.

the way he can switch from silly goose to traumatized soldier in a matter of seconds will never cease to amaze me. or how he can play with both like he's on a swing by balancing it out with sarcasm?

i think whoever doesn't give him the title role in their shows/films is either an idiot, or they know the main character just isn't always the best.

i think it's downright idiotic and shameful that he gets rejected from ever playing some shakespeare just because of his northern accent (they're just posh elitist pos). now that he's older, and that times are evolving (i mean, i hope the world of theater is vibing with this evolution, but i'm not delusional), i hope we get to see him portray a character like leontes in winter's tale cause i know he'd be absolutely perfect for the role, and who better than shakespeare (this character especially, with his nuances and highs and lows and breakdowns and breakthroughs) to match acting like his?

saw an article where eccleston talked about how the moment he really knew he wanted to be an actor was when he had to wear mascara for a play, and had enjoyed it. i think he talks about it in his autobiography too (you should read it, btw, it's frankly affordable, and he happens to be a marvelous writer as well).

eccleston knows he is mistakenly type-cast, because of his background, as macho men and tough blokes in general. he's aware that it's kind of a big part of his culture. again, he talks about it i think in the very first chapter, how for instance he used to dress up as james bond, the pinnacle of "masculinity", which i think was a disguise in the metaphorical sense of the term, to mask his delicacy and femininity (or at least, that's my interpretation of it).

in his biography, eccleston talks about the differences between him and his dad, ronnie: he was surprised, as a child, whenever his father's affection manifested as a kiss or a hug, cause that usually wasn't his father's way of doing things. he compares it to how he, in contrast, has the habit of kissing his own son, albert, and telling him he loves him.

you can find it as well in how he talks about his anorexia, his body dysmorphia and, i think we can call it that, gender dysphoria. he's from a time when those concepts didn't even exist, they weren't a thing to the public eye. my father and my step-father, both feminine men in their own way, and both around eccleston's age, both told me about the struggle that it represented, not being the stereotype of the macho tough guy, and being surrounded by boys who didn't struggle with that issue. it made my dad a junkie, my stepdad a depressive artist, and, apparently, it made eccleston an anorexic actor.

i think it takes a lot of courage for people that age (the boomer generation as we call them), especially men, from whom we expect toxic masculinity, masculinity pushed to an extreme, to be able to openly call it out and dissect it into what it is: a ridiculous standard. but to be a PUBLIC FIGURE, in his 60s, and still find the strength to express it? damn. takes guts, i think.

most of us on this website, we're babies. most of us are at most in their thirties. the millenials and the gen z, and now the gen alpha, we take that for granted. or get offended and scandalized that being able to express oneself isn't yet a basic standard.

but then, i talk to my mum, and i realize that she had to stray from her catholic, sexist education, she had to make up her own mind about things in order for me to be born a free spirit. and that's just considering my mum's a cishet.

christopher eccleston expressed in other words that he doesn't fully consider himself to be cisgendered. i have mad respect for the way he talks about it, and for even talking about it at all.

then, there's his honesty. the more interviews i watch, the more it impresses me. he knows honesty goes hand in hand with dignity. i'm sorry but i'm tired of people who are nice all the time. you never know when they're being honest, and maybe some of them are, who knows. but i'm not stupid enough to think that so many people are just pure sunshine all the time (respect for tennant for lashing out publically about transphobia, i think he passed the test).

eccleston? he knows how to be both brutally honest and yet respectful at the same time. no ukulele apology from this man and holy fuck, it feels good!

i've seen him call russel t davies out for his lack of professionalism on the set of doctor who, and then list him amongst the great writers he's worked with. which makes me want to believe eccleston's side, because, if you're always either too polite, or too full of spite about eveything, who's to say you're not the problem? i've got way less trouble believing you if you can stay unbiased about a person you're having beef with than if suddenly everything said person does turns into shit just cause you don't like them. that's just maturity and wisdom.

one last thing i love about eccleston is that he is interested in other people's lives. there's a critic by marcus berkmann in his book that perfectly expresses my point: "you know what to expect from the autobiographies of most actors, i think: anecdotes, charm, more than mild self-satisfaction and faux-modesty by the bucketload. but christopher eccleston is not most actors".

and that's it. watch him in interviews and at convention panels, where he lets his younger co-stars speak before himself, and seizes the occasion when journalists ask him questions that are meant to make him talk about himself to praise his writers and other actors instead.

read his autobiography, which is both a love letter to his dad and a big let's-be-honest about the struggles of growing up poor and his personal struggles, because he thinks raising awareness is just as important as protecting himself.

look at his instagram posts where he unabashedly disses the monarchy and stays true and loyal to his background even after getting a taste of money. and his other posts where he shares his love for acorns and spending time with his kids.

i've seen him nearly break down in shame and regret on television for having stolen a kid's crisps in primary school. and not trying to find lame excuses for his behaviour. no ukulele apology, just facts, just christopher eccleston showing us what masculinity in its purest, most beautiful form should be about

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mylovesstuffs · 23 hours ago

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Minghao is THAT type of boyfriend !

This is my personal opinion and perspective. It may not accurately reflect their real-life personalities or behaviors.

Minghao is effortlessly cool, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have his soft spots. He has this way of being so composed and graceful, yet when he’s with you, there’s a subtle shift in him—less polished, more human, in the best way possible. It’s in the way he smiles at you like you’re the most fascinating piece of art he’s ever seen.

He’s the kind of boyfriend who’ll randomly buy you books that remind him of you. Not in an obvious, cliché way—no romance novels here. It’ll be something thoughtful, like a poetry collection or a philosophy book, because of course he’s that deep. He’ll casually say, “I thought you’d like it,” but secretly he’s hoping it’ll spark a conversation. Oh, and he’ll definitely want to hear your interpretation of eveerrrrythingg.

Minghao would have a quiet but sharp sense of humor. It’s not loud or over-the-top; it’s the kind that sneaks up on you. He’ll make a quick-witted remark with that deadpan expression, and it’ll leave you laughing long after the moment has passed. And don’t even get me started on his teasing—it’s all in good fun, but he knows exactly how to press your buttons just enough to make you roll your eyes and laugh at the same time.

Minghao is all about the art of subtle seduction. The way he leans against the doorframe, casually smirking at you; the way he tilts your chin up to meet his gaze; or how he lingers just a little too long when helping you fix your clothes—it’s all calculated. And the way he whispers, his voice low and teasing, when he’s close enough for you to feel his breath? AH MINGHAO!

He’s incredibly attentive, like SCARILY ATTENTIVE. He notices every little thing about you—your habits, the way you scrunch your nose when you’re annoyed, or how you always chew on your pen when you’re deep in thought. And he’ll use that information in the most thoughtful ways, it’s always the little things with him.

Minghao is tactile but in a very specific way. He’s not overly clingy or touchy, but when he does touch you, it’s so intentional that it leaves you reeling. A hand on your lower back to guide you through a crowded room, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, or tracing little patterns on your wrist when you’re sitting together. It’s not about quantity—it’s about the impact. And boy, does he know how to make an impact. (it makes me want to scream!)

Okay, let’s address it—Minghao probably has a bit of a possessive streak. Not in a toxic way, but he’ll give a subtle look if someone seems to be getting too close for comfort. He doesn’t need to say anything because his energy alone is enough to establish boundaries. Honestly, it’s kind of hot.

Oh, and he’s not shy about calling you out when you’re being unreasonable. Minghao has no patience for unnecessary drama, but he’ll do it in the calmest, most rational way possible, leaving you wondering why you even started the argument in the first place. But he’s also not afraid to admit when he’s wrong, and that’s where his maturity truly shines.

Minghao’s love language? Acts of service, hands down. He’s the type to take care of things without making a big fuss about it. Broken zipper? He’s got you. Need advice? He’ll give you the most insightful perspective. I think he’s secretly lived a thousand lives.

That man can absolutely DRESS. Dating Minghao means your couple outfits are always on point, whether you’re matching unintentionally or rocking complementary aesthetics. He’ll probably get you into his whole minimalist-chic vibe, and you won’t even be mad about it. Honestly, how does he make everything look good?

Minghao is lowkey a perfectionist when it comes to the things he’s passionate about, and that includes you. He’s always striving to be the best version of himself for you, but he also encourages you to do the same. He’ll push you just enough to help you see your potential. (and that’s so attractive of him.)

Minghao loves the stillness of being with you, whether it’s sitting in a park watching the clouds or lying in bed with your legs tangled together, neither of you saying much but understanding each other perfectly. That kind of intimacy? Yeah, he’s all about it.

Oh, and when he’s in the mood to be playful? Watch out. Minghao can be unexpectedly cheeky, throwing in sly comments or giving you a teasing smirk that leaves you flustered. And my guy knows exactly what he’s doing, too.

The thing about Minghao is that he’s not loud about his love. It’s not in grand declarations or over-the-top gestures. It’s in the way he quietly supports you, challenges you, and loves you in ways that make you feel seen and understood.

Honestly, Minghao being THAT boyfriend? Pls HELP—I’m not okay.

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dollykiller · 1 day ago

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I just wanna say nosferatu 2024 doesn't mean just a vampire movie like twilight or whatever where you go and crush on bill Skarsgard and if you've seen bram stroker's dracula and both old nosferatu movies you would've understood what I'm saying, so to people who love horror and romance don't go see the movie then say it's bad vampire movie like pls let it for the ones who know... Nosferatu is a history isn't Just a movie and everyone must respect that this isn't a movie to please ur vampire diaries or twilight self this is real gothic cinema if you didn't see old ones you'll never get the new and I'm not talking about the story I'm talking about the vibes. For example some people I know didn't like the movie bc they said it's so weird!!! And they don't even know who's nosferatu they just love horror so they went to see the movie as a love story between count orlok and Ellen this is more like a lust ride or die sexual desire movie in a deadly way or a suicidal depressing way it's not a love story where a vampire love a human.... Gothic films about vampires are deeper than a love story especially dracula and nosferatu and people who didn't like it just proves that yall thought Ellen is gonna fix orlok or whatever pls get over those ideas... Ellen and count orlok shared a deep plot in each nosferatu film since 1922 she wasn't a regular happy wife and he wasn't good obviously he lost the love of his life as he said " the absence of love is the most abject pain" but since he's a vampire he can never get to express love without cruel hunger and sexual desire (we all know blood means more than food..) so lust is stronger than love for him but he still wanna feel loved and that's what lead to scarific souls . This isn't twilight

#nosferatu #nosferatu 2024

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michaelmilligan · 16 hours ago

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The Jonmartin manifesto no one asked for but needed to get out

So, I've not been in the tma fandom for long yet, having only listened to it for the first time a few months ago. But from browsing the Jonmartin (and teaholding and jmart) tag regularly, it seems to me like most jonmartin shippers fall into one of these two categories:

They would find each other in every universe; or

It's a miracle they even got together in this universe

(Obviously, that's an oversimplification, and people who express one view in one post can easily hold a different view at another time - these are fictional characters we're talking about after all, and headcanons don't need to be consistent and can even contradict each other. This is just the general vibe I got so far.)

Anyway, I wanted to add my own two cents on the topic, because while I understand where both of these views are coming from, I think neither of them is ultimately correct.

(Putting the rest under a read more - be warned that this is NOT a spoiler-free post, so if you haven't finished listening to TMA yet and you want a spoiler-free experience, you probably shouldn't read this.)

So, before we get to my own opinion, let's first look at where the two options I mentioned above come from, shall we?

"They would find each other in every universe"

Obviously, this view is highly romantic - star-crossed lovers, finding each other again and again. It is both a good foundational basis for AUs, and a ray of hope in the face of the tragedy that is the tma finale.

Of course, concerning the finale, this is a rather different take than concerning AUs (since it would mean the very same characters finding each other again in a different world, not fundamentally different characters, shaped by said other world, also finding each other). And maybe when people express this view, they mean more the finale fix-its than AUs, though I suspect that plenty of people mean both.

It's a nice, comforting thought. And don't we all need some comfort after the finale? Yes, we certainly do. (Except for the people who read only hurt without comfort and angst, I guess. You do you, and I'm glad you're having fun, but personally I do desperately need some comfort, lmao.)

Is this view supported by canon though?

Cynical minds would say no, and personally I'm more inclined to agree with them, though as I've said, for me the truth lies outside of those two rigid stances (somewhere in between, I suppose).

I don't see much in canon which points to Jon and Martin falling in love under any circumstances/in any universe, especially considering their... let's say difficult relationships at the start of the show. But of course we must also take into account the specific circumstances in canon (more on that below) and interpretations vary, and I do very much enjoy AUs, so I'm certainly not trying to throw shade if you're on this side of the 'divide'.

Mostly, I think there CAN be other circumstances in which those two get together, outside the canon ones. (I'm writing a canon-divergent jonmartin fic myself, lol.) Let's get into that while we look at the other view, shall we.

"It's a miracle they even got together in this one"

Ah, the Martin-approved stance. One could say 'well, they literally said it in canon' and be done with it. However, that would require us to believe that the opinions of the characters are always true and correct, which. Lmao. We only have to listen to season 2 of tma to know that this is very much not the case.

And even if S5 Martin is not S2 Jon at the height of his paranoia, he's still very much a man shaped by his own life and experiences. I'm sure he would call himself a realist, but he honestly seems more like a pessimist to me. Which is understandable, given his life, and his association with the Lonely, which has often been (in my opinion accurately) compared to depression.

The thing is, Jon did treat Martin horribly in S1, and then he admittedly treated everyone horribly in S2. It was only in the course of S3 that their relationship got more, let's say, equal, with Jon no longer thinking Martin would be 'contributing nothing but delays'. (And then of course we have S4, which I LOVE even though it hurts me deeply. Then again, that's the whole show. And, obviously, S5 my beloved.)

So. Jon seemed to hate Martin in S1, while Martin was arguably already in love with the man. (Arguably. We do know that he acted catty to Basira in S2, so it's reasonable to assume that he started liking him at some point in S1, or even before the show started.) Then a lot of traumatic things happened, and they got together.

This means it must be the traumatic things that made them compatible, right? Just like Martin says in S5?

Well, one could see it that way. Jon certainly changed over the seasons, coming off his high horse and such. (In S5, he arguably gets back on it quite a bit, but then he IS the Eye's specialest little princess in a world that's literally ruled by it. And also he is slowly losing his grip on his own humanity. But I digress.)

And I do think that the trauma channeled a lot of those changes - the first time we see Jon being actually emotionally open (something he still struggles with over all seasons, because people don't just change fundamentally that quickly) is during Prentiss' attack on the Institute. They're in a situation where they might reasonably die (they even expect it, because they don't know that Elias is just rubbing his greedy little paws as he waits for things to get worse before he saves them with the gas).

I do think that moment could have been a big turning point for Jon and Martin, if it hadn't been immediately followed with the discovery of Gertrude's body, and Jon's subsequent descent into paranoia. Jon opened up, and also saw that Martin was rather competent during the attack, which could have led to them becoming closer, respectively having at least something like a normal work relationship.

But then Jon got paranoid and interpreted everything he saw negatively, including Martin's competence, which was twisted in his mind to 'What if he's just been pretending to be incompetent and is actually an evil agent out to kill the archivist'.

(Big sigh.)

Anyway, before I lose myself in the red string as well: Yes, Jon seems to 'mellow' over the seasons, especially with regard to Martin, at the same time that he's going through terribly traumatic events.

But does that mean that it's actually the trauma that's changing him and his relationships? Partly, certainly, but I would argue that trauma doesn't make you nicer or kinder. It might make you realise some things, but that doesn't mean that you can't realise those things in other ways.

And does it means that they couldn't have come together if they had met under different circumstances? Also not necessarily! I would even argue that the specific circumstances they met under were detrimental to Jon's first impression of Martin. And yes, this goes beyond the dog story.

So let's try and dissect their relationship from the start.

A theory of... something like nuance, or whatever

The starting situation

(Yes, I did have to use a Supernatural gif, thank you for asking. No, I will not apologise. <3)

Alright. So let's start with what we actually know about Jon and Martin's first meeting. Obviously, there's the dog story, though as far as I know that's not 'canon' because it wasn't actually in the podcast. I still like it, and think it adds another reason to Jon's behaviour, though I don't necessarily think it's necessary, because Jon already had lots of other reasons to tell himself that Martin wasn't worth his time.

1.1. Jon has issues. More at 11.

First of all, we learn throughout the podcast that Jon doesn't actually have any qualifications to lead an archive. He's probably 29 when the show starts (in 2016, going by the fandom wiki stating that he was born in 1987, which is reasonable given everything we learn about his age).

So, he's 29 and suddenly appointed, after four years of working in one department, to become the head of a completely different department. He does not have a degree that would give him credentials for leading an archive, nor are we told that he has ever even worked in an archive. For all we know, and that he knows, he is woefully underqualified. (This is also, I think, highlighted in S2 when Jon threatens to resign, only to then be baffled by Elias saying that he would be difficult to replace. Elias means something completely different than his skill set as an archivist with a lower case 'a', presumably, but then Jon doesn't know that.)

This means that Jon is in a highly stressful position, because he's trying to do a job he doesn't actually know how to do, while also trying not to let on that he doesn't know how to do it!

It doesn't help that Jon is also terribly scared of what all might be lurking in the shadows (or even in the light), as he himself admits during the Prentiss attack. He is extremely high-strung from day one, basically a wet chihuahua shaking in a slight breeze, while trying to seem like a strong bulldog.

We also know that Jon asked for two people to be his assistants: Tim and Sasha. They both worked in research, and Sasha also briefly worked in artefact storage, making them both qualified to help Jon with following up on statements. But I think more than their qualifications, Jon probably requested them because he knew and got along with them.

Imagine: Your boss tells you that he's promoting you into a position you're not qualified for and which you have no real clue how to do. Wouldn't you rather have people around you who you're already friendly with, and who are likely to cut you some slack if you're not perfect on day one? I know I would!

1.2. Elias is a little shit and I want to kill him with hammers (affectionately)

And then Elias transfers Martin.

I'm going off the dog story again, because again, I like it, and I think it does fit neatly into canon. If this story is to be believed, Elias neither asked nor did he tell Jon that he was giving him another assistant. He apparently simply told Martin 'you work at the archives now, congratulations' and then went back to his office to smile smugly to himself.

This is a VERY bad start for a working relationship, because not only does Martin come in unannounced, this also comes off as Elias not respecting Jon, or potentially even sending someone to report back to Elias (because Martin is the only one who doesn't have an established rapport with Jon).

Jon never verbalises this suspicion, so maybe this is too much interpretation on my part, but in any case it's cause for a lot of resentment on Jon's part, and since he can't exactly let it out on Elias (who is rarely there, anyway), he simply lets it out on Martin.

He finds reasons to do so, of course, insulting his work and all that. It's probably easy, especially in the beginning, because not unlike Jon, Martin doesn't have any qualifications to work in an archive! He worked at the library before, and we know that his degree is made up (which we can only assume Elias knows, considering he can know almost anything).

(I actually find the question on why Elias transferred Martin in the first place extremely interesting, and might get into that in another post. But this one is already too long, lmao.)

1.3. Martin is too nice, aka Jon has even more issues

This is mostly my personal headcanon, though I do feel it fits Jon's character - which is that he doesn't know how to deal with nice people.

Not kind people. Not friendly people. But nice people.

People who do things seemingly out of the mere goodness of their heart. Like bringing their mean boss tea when he never asked them to do that. Like being friendly even in the face of insults. Someone who constantly takes himself back in favour of other people and their opinions.

People like Martin is appearing to be. Appearing, because Martin isn't actually like that. He does have his opinions, and he could probably grumble up a storm in S1 about Jon, but Jon is his BOSS, and so he plays.

Martin also IS genuinely a nice person most of the time (when he's not on a revenge rampage, making his boyfriend murder people). He doesn't have to do nice things for Jon like bring him tea in S2. But he does. Because that's Martin's way of trying to reach out, to show other people that he means no harm (and that he can be useful).

(I also think that Jon's snappish behaviour, where Martin never quite knows what will set the man off, might remind him off his mum, but again I digress. :))

But I think Jon doesn't know how to deal with that, because even when he's not in the height of paranoia, he still suspects that people who are THAT nice (especially when they have no reason to be nice because he's being an arsehole to them) have a secret agenda. This is playing into what I said under 2 (the part that might be too much interpretation on my side lol), because if Jon suspects that Martin is reporting back to Elias, or is at least someone who would not be friendly if he found out that Jon doesn't know what he's doing, then he can't allow himself to relax around him, and he certainly can't allow himself to be lulled into false security (as Jon would think) around him.

Tl;dr on this point: I think Jon is wary of Martin's niceness because he thinks he might be fishing for gossip/anything he can use against Jon. And even if he isn't, Jon thinks he would be likely to use anything he learns against Jon, because they weren't friends to begin with, and Jon's behaviour has made them anything but that.

(We have to remember that this is the guy who says in S2 that he knows what it's like to 'lack the respect of one's peers', aka the kid who got bullied by at least one older kid, and likely had no or very few friends - plus he believes in the supernatural, which doesn't exactly lend itself well to getting academic respect.)

1.4. They were fucked from the start, your honour

Basically what the meme says, but yeah. The they were put in practically guaranteed that Jon would be wary of Martin, and that Martin would be trying extra hard to make friends with him, which in turn would make Jon even more wary/hostile.

And Elias made it worse, either knowingly or by negligence (not telling Jon about transferring Martin).

If we add the whole dog story to it... they were fucked. I do actually wonder if, assuming we take the dog story as canon, Elias actually somehow managed to set that up. Or whether he was at least cackling (sorry, smiling ever so silently, but smugly) in his office as it happened, or whenever he ended up knowing that it happened.

2. Yes, we've had one starting point, but what about second starting point?

As we have established above, the starting situation for Jon and Martin was... not ideal. So, would they have gotten together easily given a different starting point, like in a cute coffee shop AU?

Eh.

It's true that the specific situation they were in made it a lot harder for them to actually communicate and see each other as they are than it had to be. That doesn't mean that a different situation would have made it easy, though.

Their personalities still make it hard, though, as even without the added stress of a new job, Jon is still a little chihuahua shaking in the corner, who tries to make up for it by barking at everyone, and Martin is still the guy trying to approach him with treats and getting his hand bitten.

There are certainly specific situation that could make it easier, especially if Jon isn't scared as hell, and has maybe already learned that not everyone who does something nice for him wants to just pull on his strings. (Yes, I do think that the thing that makes Martin, according to Annabelle, suited for the Web, is the thing that put Jon on edge at the beginning. I don't know if this was intended at all, but it makes me cackle.)

The beauty of fanfic is that we can do whatever the hell we want. But I think the most fun thing an AU author can do is think 'What would have to happen, in this specific scenario, for these two to get over themselves and get together?'

Excursion: Martin, my beloved depressed blorbo who I am certainly not projecting on, haha

Because it IS both of them who need to get over themselves. Of course Jon's issues are the most obvious, and I've certainly expanded on them enough. But Martin also has a problem, and it's that he's constantly hiding his true feelings and opinions, especially anger and fear.

That makes sense, perhaps, in a workplace, though considering he's dealing with a walking, talking worm hive and a stalker boss... Let's just say it probably would have helped Tim, too, if Martin hadn't been so desperate to make everyone be friends again.

Because Martin is always TRYING to make everything better for everyone, but he's actually not helping anyone. Being nice to Jon and bringing him tea doesn't help battle his paranoia. And trying to tell Tim not to be so angry at Jon, and can't they all be friends, doesn't actually help Tim with his anger.

All Martin is essentially doing is making himself small and saying 'let's get along, pretty please' every now and then. I don't know if it would have helped if he had expressed his own fears and anger, and maybe Jon would have misconstrued that as well, too deep in his paranoia already. But at least Tim might have realised that he was not alone in all this. (His biggest problem, as he says in S2, is that he feels that no one has his back, which I think at least partly results from no one expressing the same anger, aka no one validating his feelings.)

Anyway! (Jon voice) Excursion ends.

3. (To the melody of 'What shall we do with the drunken sailor') What shall we do with these total idiots?

So, how ARE these two going to get together, if they're so woefully unequipped to deal with each other?

Well, first we need to give Martin a good helping of self-confidence. Then we need to kind of give Jon the same, since his problem ALSO is that he's unsure of himself, he just tries to make other people small to cover it up, instead of making himself small. (And isn't that a funny thing to do for someone who we know was bullied. To become a bully himself. Oh, the snake, biting its own tail...)

The easy answer is, of course: You can come up with your own version, get creative. <3

The more complex answer is: A lot of stuff, probably. Jon and Martin will certainly need time to get to know each other, and of course it depends on what situation you put them in to start. But there will be misunderstandings, and there will be hurt feelings, and I am going to soak it up all like a particularly slowburn-greedy sponge.

I feel like there are probably five million ways to get them together, and some might be cute and fluffy (if they go to therapy first, I guess, lol) and many will be full of tears. <3 (Jon voice) And I want to see them all on my desk by Friday! So get to it!

In all seriousness though, yeah, I think there's not one right way for them to get together (though canon did it well imo). But it's also a little more complex than we might give it credit to (very much including me).

4. So what now?

I don't know. I'm not your dad. Write a fic. Draw a picture. Put down your own thoughts on the matter. Or take a shower and clean up your room, young Padawan!

(Though actually, if you've read this post from start to finish in one session, what you should probably do is get up and stretch and get some water.)

And above all! And this is imperative.

Have a good day. <3

#Jonmartin #teaholding #jmart #Idk just go forth and do whatever you were going to do #These are my thoughts and maybe yours are totally different #Or maybe I inspired something! Who knows. Live long and prosper in any case.#I mostly needed to get my thoughts in order lmao

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letmebeyourcrrsh · 2 days ago

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۶ৎ 100 Things that I love about I.N ₊ ⊹

His beautiful dark fox eyes ₊ ⊹

How his eyes shape into a crescent moon when he smiles ₊ ⊹

His smile that fills everyone around him with happiness ₊ ⊹

The cute cute dimples ₊ ⊹

I am weird for that but his eyebrows are just perfect ₊ ⊹

The form of his lips is just so beautiful ₊ ⊹

His nose being so adorable ₊ ⊹

Every single hairstyle and color he had.. He ate them all ₊ ⊹

As a person who loves hands.. His big hands! ₊ ⊹

His legs ₊ ⊹

How he decorates his hands with different rings ₊ ⊹

Him being a literal fashion icon. His style is so UGH ₊ ⊹

How he said that he doesn’t buy extremely expensive clothes on purpose, so stay could match with him ₊ ⊹

Even his funny taste in shoes… It just makes him so unique ₊ ⊹

The times when he had braces ₊ ⊹

The fact that he removed his braces on January 17th… my birthday.. ₊ ⊹

His voice being so soft and light. A music to my ears ₊ ⊹

His vocals in general. He is so amazing in singing! ₊ ⊹

When he laughs like HEUGH HEUGH ₊ ⊹

His duality.. How he can go from baby bread to daddy toast is insane ₊ ⊹

How clumsy he is ₊ ⊹

How bad but cute he was in dancing in debut times.. now look at those body rolls! ₊ ⊹

Talking about dancing.. I love hallucination… ₊ ⊹

The vibe in the maknae on top music video! He showed em all who is the boss ₊ ⊹

How this man loves kids ₊ ⊹

His height ₊ ⊹

I really love his Instagram username i.2.n.8 ₊ ⊹

Just as I absolutely go crazy over the aesthetic of each post of him! ₊ ⊹

His English name being bob… I seriously laugh at that. Don’t get me wrong tho I literally LOVE BOB. It does suit him in some way ₊ ⊹

Foxi.ny ₊ ⊹

Each and everytime I hear him singing trot ₊ ⊹

That one time he made a “mistake” in kingdom. When he got so disappointed he cried about it all by himself.. I wish I could have given him a hug ₊ ⊹

His 7 if not more step skincare routine ₊ ⊹

I heard his hair smells the best out of all members… I want his shampoo ₊ ⊹

His baby pictures giving extremem baby fever ₊ ⊹

His story of when he ran away as a little boy… because he asked his parents where he came from. And his father said he found him under a bridge. So little innie ran off on his adventure to find his “ real “ parents ₊ ⊹

His livestreams are my comfort zone ₊ ⊹

When he talks in English. Its so mimimi ₊ ⊹

His face expressions in performances ₊ ⊹

How evil he can be towards his members ( when they try to touch him and he pushes em away or gives them disturbed faces. Its so funny but so real ) ₊ ⊹

How he often bites on his lip when he zones out ₊ ⊹

His habit of touching his earlobe ₊ ⊹

His vlogs feel like home ₊ ⊹

How his sign looks like a fox and not his name or something ₊ ⊹

Him skipping school is so me ₊ ⊹

How shy he can sometimes be ₊ ⊹

How I trust him as if I know him personally.. I need to touch grass ₊ ⊹

When he pouts I want to give him the whole world ₊ ⊹

His memeable face pictures ₊ ⊹

That he loves animals especially puppies ₊ ⊹

How he locks his negative feelings in him and then often randomly explodes. Randomly cries it out for example literally just when eating ( said in one of the two kids rooms I think ) why I love that? I don’t. because its actually not really a great thing. It hurts. But I just relate to that very much. I am JUST like that. ₊ ⊹

His phone cases ₊ ⊹

That one time he looked like Harley Quinn₊ ⊹

That one time he stared at Hyunjin jaw dropped. Blessed by Hyunjins beauty. That is exactly how I stare at I.N ₊ ⊹

Not as an insult, because to some people its an insult. But he is so drawable! I LOVE drawing him ₊ ⊹

His grandma behavior sometimes. The inner grandma in him is FUNNY af. He slayed grandma ayen in skzcode ₊ ⊹

SKZ Family where he was the gen z girl. Bro was such a hot girl he ATE ₊ ⊹

How hardworking he is! ₊ ⊹

His “ Anti Romantic “ personality. When he goes “ IdOlS dOn’t DatE MiMimI “ or makes judgy faces when stays flirt. That’s so wholesome fr. But we all real stays wouldn’t mind him actually dating. His happiness is what matters ₊ ⊹

His talent of tying his shoes in 0.0001 seconds ₊ ⊹

The fact that he knows how to skateboard ₊ ⊹

His ability to play on the piano. I want to hear more of that ₊ ⊹

HE LOOKS SO UGH when he drives. Drive me to work everyday please ₊ ⊹

If you know that then you are real. When he says “ oh honeeeey! Mwwwwwah “ ₊ ⊹

Him being friends with Beomgyu and Heeseung makes me happy as an multistan ₊ ⊹

Each and every solo song of him. And I cant live without untitled by I.N and hyunjin ₊ ⊹

DOLPHIN SCREAM! ₊ ⊹

Random but also his face when he does NOT smile and looks pretty serious. Whoever said he looks scary when he doesn’t smile. I am after you ₊ ⊹

That one video where he gets slapped by two girls when he was still in school and before SOPA. And instead of acting as if it hurts or something. He just was grinning like some maniac. Dude enjoyed the fake slapping ₊ ⊹

His lines in N/S where he sings about loving his parents ₊ ⊹

How did they even convince him to “ moan “ for N/S in the background?! But that too ₊ ⊹

I am fox ₊ ⊹

When he laughs his soul out. There is difference between normal laughing. And laughing SOOOOO loud. Well I love it when he laughs SO LOUD I automatically giggle too ₊ ⊹

How random he sometimes is ₊ ⊹

Any trend he does and any reel they post with him in it ₊ ⊹

The fact that he has siblings. Its just great to me because life with siblings is cool ₊ ⊹

How he drinks water from a bottle. So hot ₊ ⊹

His mooscles and abs… ₊ ⊹

How he himself said in an interview that he wants a HOT album ₊ ⊹

When he wears glasses and pokes his eyes ₊ ⊹

When he does a heart out of his hair ₊ ⊹

That one time he literally followed a stranger home to pray together and almost joined a cult just because of how naïve he was… Idiot but I love how it turned out good ₊ ⊹

His little voice cracks sometimes ₊ ⊹

Even his mistakes. He gets so hurt about it but we all are humans ₊ ⊹

Even his Birthday date looks beautiful to me. I am sorry I need grass again ₊ ⊹

How he sucks at cooking. I relate ₊ ⊹

How hes so clumsy that members tend to help him before he breaks or ruins something ₊ ⊹

The way I feel when I see him. Comfortable and relaxed ₊ ⊹

The happiness I have when I pull him in an album ( I rarely get him!! ) ₊ ⊹

That one time he judged the lyrics of I Like It because he finds it toxic ₊ ⊹

Him liking Pokemon ₊ ⊹

When I find lots of pictures where he is holding an eevee plushie. My favorite Pokemon ₊ ⊹

His doodles of each member ₊ ⊹

Him liking winter ₊ ⊹

When he gets mad in skz codes. He looks so sweet ₊ ⊹

His relationship with Hyunjin. I love their friendship ₊ ⊹

Him in a SKZOO costume. Id want him as a plushie like that ₊ ⊹

His fox like sneezes agh.. ₊ ⊹

His big heart ₊ ⊹

Literally just him whole!! Hes perfect even if he isn’t perfect! ۶ৎ

I know I.N will never see this.. but i hope one day he will know that letmebeyourcrush/eve loves him a lot and is proud of everything I.N ever did!

#stray kids #k pop #skz #i.n #i.n stray kids #jeongin #skz jeongin #i n #lee felix #felix #skz felix #changbin #han #lee know #bang chan #hyunjin #seungmin

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dreamingofawhiteswan · 3 days ago

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Yandere Boombox x Reader who resists and exposes

WARNING: Yandere themes, violence and murder, stalking mention, gaslighting.

Notes: This was fun to write. I hope I have characterised him well.

You are going to take that stupid visor off his face and beat him to death with it. Honestly, you will.

Every single time he comes into view, this unescapable hatred fills your very soul. That smile and little hearts showing up on the screen make you want to pummel it into pieces.

He slings his arm around your shoulder, artificially winking at you. "Hey! Glad you could make it." He threatens you. "Wouldn't be complete without my sweetie!" You wish he would choke in those words.

Had you not been blind, you wouldn't be in this situation in the first place. You've made countless requests to stop dating, to make Boombox not refer to you as if things were normal, but he just keeps doing it. Any attempts to correct him are laughed off, his relaxed demeanor almost like a drug that prevents others from thinking properly.

You remember when this vile hatred began to flood your systems.

It was a day you spent with another one of your friends, one-on-one. You'd lived a normal life up until then, but a hand shot out from the alley you were walking by. It grabbed him, practically at the throat.

You rushed into the alley, trying to find your friend. But then you heard an ugly snap. You didn't know what it was, but it made your blood turn to ice. Your entire body, inside and outside, went rigid.

And then, you made eye contact with him. He was still wearing that visor, even though nothing showed on the screen. He dropped your friend on the ground, revealing through the gap between his feet that your friend's neck had been twisted into an impossible angle.

And he turns his body to you. You recognise who it is immediately.

Neither of you speak a word. Your tongue has gone dry, the way his neck looked imprinting itself into your mind, as if it was your own corpse you had seen. The creak in your bones almost audible.

And your blood which had frozen began to defrost. In fact, you could hear it begin to boil.

You ran towards him, the one you had once called a friend and lover, and slammed your fist right into his face. A crack, almost identical to the one you had heard, screamed through the air. And the vile beast fell down.

You stared at the body, unsure what to do. You feel your legs moving in an unknown direction, only for the rest of you to move along with it. You close your eyes, feeling cool air brush past you as each step reverberates through you. And then you open your eyes as you feel your hand touch the cold of a door handle.

Ever since that day, you loathed Boombox.

He showed up at your door the next day, not even a bruise on where you had punched him. "Bad vibes" he claimed, stating his visit was just from a horrendous gut feeling that something went wrong. You glare at him, standing up and screaming at him to cut the act out.

He acted terrified, that visor lighting up with a panicked expression. You're certain that if you saw through it, it would expose his inner glee. He acts, speaking as if he's done no wrong.

Eventually, he spares you by leaving, keeping that perfectly pitiful expression on his face. You almost slammed the door on his back, only stopping yourself out of fear of bothering the neighbours.

And now, back in the present, he's been putting up his little picture perfect front. All snuggles and love and it makes you want to vomit. But you hold back, only stating a small "Don't call me that...".

Boombox laughs off your comment, pushing himself closer as the song from his gear floods your ears. It's always on, and you've tuned it out in your hatred.

It doesn't matter what this conversation is about. It doesn't matter who you're with, or what he's talking about. You need to get out of here. His grip grows tighter as he nuzzles you, and you can feel pinpricks wherever he touches you.

Suddenly, a voice, your saviour, directly addresses you. It's a simple question, just a check-up. You don't even recognise who it is, but you shove Boombox away, grab their hand, and drag them off.

Perhaps, in their shock, they didn't resist you as you two enter an alleyway. Looking back at the person and seeing one of the Skateboards, they absolutely could have thrown off your grip.

This one, Greenboard, starts with a "Hey! What gives?". If they noticed, that means they'll believe you. They aren't being controlled by that stupid song or whatever, you can finally throw up all the things you've had brewing inside you, and they'll listen because they know it's true.

All of it. The murders that he always makes sure you witness, the constant staring from the strangest locations, the incessant knocking at your door, the way he stares you in the eye as he puts something into his gifts...

...And the duality. How in front if everyone, he acts as he always has. Any bruise you inflict vanishes when he wants them to. The way he visits you, acting all concerned and normal.

"Well gee, certainly sounds like you got a bad case of the stalks..." They begin. It's almost funny. It would be funny if they didn't follow it up with "But are you sure they're the same guy? I mean, there's gotta be more than one Boombox, it's not impossible to think that one's a bad apple..."

They don't understand. They don't understand. You've been going through hell and they don't understand. They heard all you said and they don't understand. You want to ask them why, scream at them why, until the voice you dread comes by.

"Sugar? Greenboard? You two okay?"

Your eyes darken as Greenboard's lighten up. "Oh, BB! Good timing, I think your hunny boo's got a stalker."

"Wait, seriously?!" Boombox exclaims, as if this stalker and him were not one in the same. "That's... Horrible!"

"Yeah, yeah! What's even worse, it seems another Boombox is doing it." Greenboard pats you on the back, pushing you towards your tormentor. "Go on! Just say what you said to me, and we can sort this right out!"

"Greenboard, have some tact." Boombox interrupts before you can spit out your truth. His visor closes in an annoyed expression, everything forcefully unreadable, "They're probably shaken up from saying everything."

Boombox's visor turns into his thinking animation, one you know he doesn't need to use. "I have an idea. If what you say about a stalker is true, then why don't you live with me for a while?"

You start protesting. You deny that offer, as harshly as you can. All you want is for him to drop the act and admit it's him, but your outburst only puts Greenboard more on edge. Sure, Boombox changes to a shocked expression, but you both know it's a lie.

"Oh Swords, this is worse than I thought..." Boombox begins. Those lips of his prepare to seal the deal, to doom you to listening. "I think I really should keep you safe..."

You turn to Greenboard. You beg with your eyes that they don't let you go with this monster, that they see the obvious lies he spouts, that the gaze behind the visor is one of pure joy, but to your horror...

... All Greenboard replies is "Yeah, who better than you? You're their boyfriend."

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