#the duality of this show knows no bounds

[foolishlyzephyrus]

the end of time is so funny because while the doctor is grappling with his impending mortality and immense loneliness, the master is just a feral rat man that’s shooting lightning out of his hands and eating people

[somehowukook]

(On going) Jungkook fics that totally worth the wait. PT. 1. *:･ﾟ✧

I decided to share some ongoing FFs that I’m completely obsessed with.

Minors under no circumstances can interact with my posts.

Hi guys,💕

(I usually wait for authors to finish posting so I can hyperfocus, disappear from reality, and binge-read everything in one go—but these are so good that waiting for each chapter is totally worth it).

Let’s go!

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Teach me how to love by @kookooluvr

fwb2l, slow burn

Jeon jungkook, a fellow professor at yonsei university, is your friend, co-worker, and secret bed buddy. you have rules set in place to make sure there are no misunderstandings in your little arrangement. the #1 rule is as clear as day; no catching feelings. simple, right? wrong. let's see how un-simple it gets when a certain economics professor falls for an emotionally unavailable political science professor.

I love how we get wrapped up in the story, how the OC has walls up, and how JK breaks them down so gently. He’s so sweet, so soft, and so sure about his feelings—his patience is top-tier. And when he’s in bed… damn, a whole different side comes out. That duality hits me hard. I need one of these for myself. 😮‍💨🔥

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Wounds we never show by @smartkookiee

E2L

You and Jungkook have always at each other's throats, bound by a mutual disdain that runs deep. You both would rather step into traffic than be alone together. But when a chance encounter at a wedding leads to an unexpected and forbidden arrangement, the lines between enemies and something more begin to blur.

This is one of my all-time faves! I love a good E2L, but the way this one unfolds… you don’t really know how it started—you just piece it together through flashbacks while they’re getting real close with some 🔥 scenes. Seriously, chef’s kiss! 😙👌

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Fuck me up! by @jungkoode

E2L , RoomatesAU

A story about ruined expectations & reckless decisions ˎˊ˗

When your search for affordable NYC housing leads you to apartment 6B, you think you've hit the jackpot. That is, until you realize your new roommate is the guy from that one wild night on January - the one who ruined you for anyone else. Now you're stuck sharing walls with the living embodiment of your worst mistake, and the sexual tension is thick enough to choke on. Between his emotional damage and your trust issues, this arrangement is a disaster waiting to happen.

But hey, at least the hate sex is phenomenal.

What can I even say about the story that introduced me to my fairy godmother of ffs? Kiki is brilliant, and I love how she interacts with us! But about the story- imagine getting stuck in an apartment with the most unbearable roommate... who also happens to be the best sex of your life. Not sure if it's E2L or Enemies with Benefits— your call, haha. Either way, it's amazing! The best part? It's total crack (but also no) but still unfolds so well, and I just know l'll be left face down on the floor for hours.🫠🫠🫠

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2U ⭑.ᐟ by @numinousher

E2L, roommates. SMAU.

The two of you become roommates after being cheated on. how will you and jungkook handle your new life together when one blasts sad music and cries their heart out until they don’t have anymore tears, and the other watches rom-coms movies and cries about the life they could’ve had?

It’s a mess, but this JK? Walking green flag. Absolute sweetheart and so protective… ugh, I’m in love! 🩷 And i love the way he gets her vocabulary haha giiiirl

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Bloodlines entwined by @spideyjimin

WerewolfAU, pregnancy

Having a baby alone was supposed to be easy. but an accidental twist of fate pulled you into a hidden world of werewolves, and ancient bloodlines. navigating your already complicated life becomes even harder as you uncover your past; one tied to a legacy you never knew existed. and in the middle of this chaos stands jungkook, the werewolf king… and the father of your child.  

Look, I'm not really into werewolf stories. I read them, enjoy them, love the possessiveness and all, but for some reason, I've never really gotten hooked. At least, not until this one. Damn, my dream is to acidentally get pregnant by this wolf king right here, haha! WOOF WOOF 👀 🐺

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Colour me in by @taegularities

Fwb, fake dating, college!au

Jungkook's door only opens for you when there's a barter: a trade of lust and haze. But today you knock for something more, as intriguing as it is frightening – and you hope it doesn't close his door forever.

Rid starts with a solid fake dating plot, and before you know it, all your emotions are scattered across Tumblr. For me, this FF is one of the all-time classics of Tumblr. It’s one of those to frame, read, and re-read. I’m telling you, so many scenes made me go back and read them again. When I found CMI, I was find on chap 5 and had no idea what was going on, but it was written so well I couldn’t stop the chapter, then I started from the begining. NOBODY IS GOING TO REGREAT READ THIS. In one scene i was so inspired, that i painted a giant canva.

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This is the pt.1.

Please lmk your thoughts!!!!

Soon I’ll be back with more. Kissus kissus! Beijooooo 💕💕

[hopeastrz]

THE ART OF EYE LANGUAGE: your gaze and eyes based on beauty asteroids in your natal chart.⋆𐙚 ₊ ° 🌪️⊹ ♡

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EXPLANATION: If you want to know how your gaze looks like to people check which beauty asteroids you have in aries, conjunct your sun, moon in a very tight orb, or sit in the 1st house since those mainly rule our eyes.

NOTE: should i make part 2?, wanted to post something quick before i sleep as a thank you for all the love you keep showering me with, enjoy and lots of kisses xoxo.!!

SIRENE (1009) on the rising or in aries may give you upturned feline eyes, very hypnotizing gaze, may make people feel very drowsy or they feel very pulled by you.

PERSEPHONE (399) duality queens, you can be the queen of the underworld or the spring maiden with your eyes, you choose to be what needs to be depending on the situation, if you’re seducing someone you’ll wear your most captivating gaze, and if you feel extra sweet you can make flowers bloom just from a single look.

NARCISSUS (37117) you really don’t need anyone’s opinion about your eyes and you obviously don’t care since you’re your own number one fan lmao!, these natives may be obsessed with their eyes and feel like it’s their best feature!, you are your own admirer.

LOTIS (429) and VESTA (4) innocent ans very pure eyes, both asteroids may indicate having a very pure and serene gaze, you can make people fall onto their knees just to please you, and they may feel the need to protect you from evil even if you’re oh not so innocent!.

MEDUSA (149) you can never hide your envy, it’s one of the most prominent things that show on your face, you may be born needing to wear glasses so alas you envy those who don’t wear them, however your gaze hold are very bewitching, and could make people fear looking into your eyes for a long time especially if you’re a powerful person.

SADO (118230) dark small eyes, my sister has this placement and her eyes are so dark almost black looking instead of normal brown.

FOX (16248) may give you a witty and cunning look, almost like you’re always plotting something mischievous, curios and sly gaze!.

PHOTOGRAPHICA (443) you may like to take lots of pictures of your eyes and post them on social media, in some rare cases you may have a very strong photographic memory!.

GLO (3267) obviously your eyes may be glowy, maybe they are so dark that any slight amount of light makes them shine brightly, or actually they are so light colored that they feel like light itself, you know brown eyes once they turn golden? Yep!.

PTAH (5011) may bless you with a strong commanding gaze which can both hold violence and gentleness, you can command both authority and ooze charisma, but also could turn your gaze into a very love sick one!.

PTAH (5011) spell bounding eyes, very enchanting and captivating.

NADHERNA (5089) very unique eyes, you may have Heterochromia or was born with a unique eye condition which made you need to wear glasses, you may have experienced a really unique eye condition and even your eye color may be rare or different!, and you may have some very long lashes!.

LIST OF ASTEROIDS MENTIONED BY ORDER: 1009, 399, 37117, 429, 4, 149, 118230, 16248, 443, 3267, 216, 5011, 5089.

[armpirate]

RED || Jungkook | Ch. 4

MASTERLIST Previous ||  Next

Pairings: Demon!Jungkook x fem!reader  

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, fantasy, past life

Warnings: Explicit language, mention of death and suicide, demonology, violence, rough sex

Summary: Y/n thought her life couldn't get worse after losing her parents in a tragic accident. Years after, she's aware of everyone moving forward, while she's in the same place, isolated and alone. She struggles to find meaning in a world that seems indifferent to her grief. Desperate for comfort, to feel the deep connection she had been missing, she starts the manifestation, expecting an inoffensive entity to walk with her that rough path. What she doesn't know is that she awoke the mysterious entity tied to an old necklace around her neck.

Jungkook, a mysterious and seductive figure, appears in her life, offering the company she craves. But as his presence grows stronger, so does the unsettling sense that there's more to him -and the necklace- than meets the eye, unfolding all the reasons that took him to that place.

Now, as the past bleeds into the present, Y/n must fight with her growing feelings for the demon who seems familiar yet dangerous. Jungkook is determined to reclaim his power, but in doing so, he may doom Y/n once again. Bound by fate, the two are locked in a dangerous mix of love, redemption, and the looming threat of destruction. 

Will they break the curse that has haunted them both, or will history repeat itself with devastating consequences?

Chapter duration: 18 minutes

Chapter warnings: Explicit content, smut, explicit language, oral sex (female receiving), edging

The classroom hummed with quiet energy as her classmates filled their notebooks and clicked their pens. The professor, a wiry man with a sharp voice, stood at the podium, gesturing emphatically as he delved into the themes of romanticism in literature. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, illuminating dust motes in the air, but Y/n barely noticed any of it.

She sat in the middle row, her notebook open to a fresh page, pen poised but unmoving. Her eyes were fixed on the professor, but her mind was a battlefield.

If her lack of sleep wasn't enough, the reason of it kept digging in her head, becoming louder than her own thoughts. At first, they were mere whispers that made her straight up in her place, but as days went on, his voice was clear, cocky and entitled. She went from being scared to being annoyed by him in a matter of two days.

"You know this is pointless, don't you?" the voice slithered into her thoughts like smoke, warm and smooth, yet carrying a cold undercurrent.

Y/n's grip on her pen tightened. She kept telling herself to ignore it, willing her focus back to the professor's words. He was explaining the duality of love and despair in the works of Byron, but the voice was louder now, more insistent.

"Byron? Really? I could show you passion that would make his verses look like a nursery rhyme."

Heat crept up her neck as his voice deepened, laced with a teasing chuckle that sent shivers down her spine.

—Miss Y/s —the professor called, breaking her trance.

—Yes? —her head snapped up, eyes wide.

—Could you summarize the point I just made? —he asked, arms crossed, his gaze pointed.

She stammered, her mind blank.

—I... uh...

"Oh, little one, let me help you out," Jungkook purred mockingly in her head. "Tell him the point is that all these poets were just sad little boys trying to impress women like you."

Her cheeks flushed.

—I'm sorry, I zoned out —she admitted, sinking lower in her chair as a few of her classmates chuckled softly.

The professor sighed, shaking his head before moving on. Y/n exhaled shakily, staring at her notebook as if it could anchor her.

"You're adorable when you're embarrassed," his voice crooned.

—Leave me alone —she muttered under her breath, her pen pressing hard against the paper.

"Now, why would I do that? You called me, remember? I'm here to stay."

She closed her eyes briefly, inhaling deeply to steady herself, but it only gave him more room to invade.

"You're wasting your time here. What's the point of all this? Writing papers, reading books... it won't get you anywhere. I can give you so much more."

Y/n opened her eyes, glaring at the blank page in front of her. She pressed her pen to it, attempting to write something, anything, to drown him out.

"Still trying to ignore me? Fine, let's play a game," he said, his voice turning mischievous.

Suddenly, the sound of his voice was accompanied by phantom sensations: a brush of fingers against her arm, a whisper against her ear.

Y/n flinched, her pen slipping from her hand. Her breath quickened as she glanced around. The room was normal; no one else noticed anything amiss. She went back to her paper, holding the pen tight as if that would keep her from hearing him, but she felt like something was gripping on her hand, closing tight around her fingers before she found herself writing something.

JK

She dropped back on her seat as she was aware of how powerful that thing was, to the point of being able to control her movements.

"That got your attention," he chuckled. "I wonder what your classmates would think if they knew what was really distracting you."

She was too worried about the power he had to care about his cocky comment. He was able to move her hand and force her to write. Which made her wonder... if he wanted to harm her, he'd be able to.

"Oh, cut that shit" he sounded pissed "If I had enough energy and power to kill you, trust me, I wouldn't waste it on that". she rolled her eyes at his choice of words, before trying to get back to hearing the professor's voice explaining one of the theories he was explaining before she focused on him.

"Besides..." she palmed her forehead when she heard his voice interrupting the class again "killing someone with your body would be a mistake". She gulped hard after that statement.

She was reminded how that thing had seen her fully naked, watching her touch herself for him. And that moment that made her feel so sexy and empowered back then, just made her feel embarrassed.

For a second, she wondered if she was going crazy, if that voice was a symptom of schizophrenia and she was sick enough to believe whatever it was she summoned was speaking to her.

"You aren't going crazy, and I do exist. You're going to regret ever doubting me as soon as I have enough energy to materialize in real life".

As he said that, the pages of her notebook flipped quickly, making some strands of her hair move with the air, before it closed abruptly.

She stood up, desperate to leave. And while she felt some eyes, the professor's being one of them, on her, she couldn't care less. She gathered her things quickly, feeling his laughter echoing in her head as she hurried out of the room.

The hallway was empty and quiet, a stark contrast to the mess in her mind. She leaned against a wall, pressing her palms to her temples.

—Get out —she hissed—. Get out of my head.

"But you like it when I'm here," he murmured, his voice soft now, almost tender. "Don't you feel it, Y/n? The way we're connected? You'll see soon enough."

Her knees threatened to buckle as his voice faded, leaving her alone in the silence of the hallway. For now.

As the waters seemed to calm down, she returned to class, sitting back in her place.

In between classes, she stayed there, flipping idly through her notes while waiting for the lecture to start. Scissorhands' habit of arriving late had given her too much time to dwell on her thoughts, and that voice had been eerily silent since the morning, which somehow made her feel even more on edge.

—Hey, Y/n?

She glanced up to see Alex standing beside her desk, holding a notebook. His wavy brown hair fell slightly into his eyes, and he wore an expression that was equal parts hesitant and friendly.

—Oh... hey —she replied, sitting up straighter. He wasn't someone she spoke to often, but she remembered him from previous semesters, a guy who was always polite and asked thoughtful questions in class.

—I heard you're pretty good with poetry analysis —he said, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly—. I'm kind of struggling with the Keats assignment. Mind if I borrow your notes?

Y/n smiled faintly, appreciating the distraction from her turbulent thoughts.

—Sure, but I need them for the exam. I can lend you my book if you want, it has some annotations.

—That'd be amazing, actually. Thanks —he said, visibly relieved.

She packed up her things as the professor finally entered, signaling the start of class.

—I'll grab it for you after class. Meet me at the cafeteria?

—Sounds good —Alex replied, flashing her a grateful smile before taking his seat a few rows ahead.

At the campus cafeteria, Y/n and Alex settled into a corner table. She handed him the book, and he flipped through it with genuine interest.

—This is great —he said, pausing to look at her—. Thanks again. I owe you one.

—It's no big deal —she said, sipping her coffee.

"It's no big deal" his voice returned, mocking her. "I can't believe you're actually losing your shit over such a lame excuse to get to flirt with you".

Alex leaned back in his chair, observing her for a moment.

—You seem distracted lately. Everything alright?

Y/n hesitated, not wanting to burden him with her bizarre experiences.

—Just... stressed, I guess. College and work, you know how it is.

—I get that —Alex said, nodding—. If you ever need someone to rant to, or just chill with, I'm around.

"Or someone to fuck with... I bet he'll be more than pleased to help you out"

She had to fight hard to keep herself from rolling her eyes.

—Thanks —she said softly.

The conversation shifted to lighter topics: books, upcoming assignments, and Alex's hopeless attempts at cooking, which brought a few laughs to her otherwise heavy day. For a little while, Y/n almost forgot the weight pressing on her.

"Is this how humans flirt nowadays? I'm going to puke" he was back after almost twenty minutes.

The hairs on the back of her neck stood up, and the familiar, low hum of his voice whispered in her mind, bringing her back.

"He's trying too hard, don't you think?"

Y/n stiffened, her fingers tightening around her coffee mug.

—You okay? —Alex asked, his brow furrowed with concern.

She forced a smile, nodding.

—Yeah, I'm fine. Just a bit tired.

"Tired of pretending? Like you're interested in how he burned a chicken breast in a damned oven?" his voice was sharper now, a cruel edge lacing his words with some mockery.

Y/n bit the inside of her cheek, trying to block him out. She focused on Alex's kind eyes and his steady voice, grounding herself in the moment.

But then the lights above them flickered, just once, but enough to draw Alex's attention.

—Must be a wiring issue —he said, shrugging it off.

"Or maybe I'm reminding you who really has your attention" that voice hissed.

As Alex reached for his cup, a sharp cracking sound echoed from the table. Y/n looked down to see a jagged split running across the ceramic surface of her mug. Coffee seeped out, pooling onto the table.

—What the hell? —Alex frowned— Did you get burned?

She shook her head quickly, wiping the mess with a napkin, her heart pounding.

—It's nothing. Just a cheap mug.

But Alex wasn't convinced, and neither was she, as hard as she tried to get that voice to shut up.

—Are you sure you're okay? You've been on edge ever since we got here.

"Tell him" his voice sounded manipulating, eager for her to confess "Tell him the truth. Tell him he's wasting his time," he purred, his tone mocking.

—I'm fine —Y/n snapped, the sharpness in her voice, surprising even herself.

Clearly, she didn't want to be as rough with him, but the person in her head who wouldn't leave her alone, but Alex was the only one she could speak to without looking like a maniac.

—Okay, okay —Alex blinked, taken aback—. No need to bite my head off.

—I'm sorry —guilt gnawed at her—. I didn't mean to...

But her apology was cut short as a strange heaviness settled over her, her hands moving quicker than she could realize as she started picking up her things.

She wanted to leave, but at the same time she wanted to stay. She didn't realize when she got to walk so fast to sneak outside the cafeteria, until Alex grabbed her elbow and stopped her.

—Hey, you don't have to leave like this.

—I'm really not in the mood —she explained, feeling her body more tired than usual.

But Alex didn't seem reassured.

—Y/n, is there something going on? You can tell me.

"Tell him the truth, doll. Watch him run" his voice teased, dripping with malice.

—I'm okay —she shook her head, trying to clear the sound of his voice—. Just worry about giving me back my notebook before the exam —she continued, forcing a smile that didn't reach her eyes.

—Alright —Alex sighed, his worry evident—. But if you ever need to talk, I'm here.

He hesitated before walking away, leaving Y/n standing alone in the middle of the hallway, her mind spinning with fear and confusion.

"You can't escape me" he whispered softly, his voice sending a chill down her spine.

But she wished she did, yet, at the same time, she hoped she would never feel as lonely as she did weeks back.

Y/n unlocked the door to her small studio, her thoughts still scattered from the day's events. The night lecture had run later than usual, and she'd taken her usual route to the station under the streetlights, feeling uneasy but dismissing it as her overactive imagination.

Dropping her bag on the floor, she exhaled deeply and leaned against the door. The air in her apartment felt heavier than usual, but she brushed it off, chalking it up to exhaustion.

Her phone buzzed, and she fished it out of her pocket. A message from Alex lit up the screen:

"Hey, did you get home safe?"

She frowned, touched by his concern but also surprised. They hadn't exchanged numbers earlier, so he must have gotten it from the class group chat. She started typing a reply when another message from him popped up.

"I saw someone following you to the station"

Y/n froze, her fingers hovering over the screen. Her heart thudded loudly in her chest as she reread the words. There was more to his text than just that, but her brain omitted it and avoided reading it, because she knew it would only make her panic even more.

Her mind immediately went to the shadowy figure she'd been catching glimpses of for days. She tried to steady her breathing, telling herself it could have been anyone, a random passerby, a coincidence.

But deep down, she knew better.

Her necklace, warm against her skin earlier, now felt icy cold.

Her phone buzzed again, snapping her out of her spiraling thoughts. She swallowed hard, her thumbs moving quickly to type a response.

"I'm fine. Thanks for checking in."

After hitting send, she set her phone on the table and paced around the living room, her anxiety mounting.

Her phone buzzed again. This time, it wasn't a text. The screen lit up with a notification from an unknown number. A single text:

"He's a rat"

The message sent a chill down her spine. Her breath caught as her pulse raced. She instinctively looked around her barely lit apartment, feeling the oppressive weight of the air around her.

—You —she whispered, clutching her necklace.

A faint chuckle echoed in her head, smooth yet menacing "See you in your dreams".

After that, that night it took her longer to fall asleep. She wanted to see him, she was curious to see more of him, to listen to him, to witness his body in motion further than the memories she got. Her eyes fell shut at that hope, her breathing becoming calm as she felt as if her soul was taken somewhere else.

He walked around the bed, until he was standing in the same spot where he was before getting near her. He tilted his head, both hands back to his pockets, while he looked at her body from head to toe. His gaze made her feel exposed, although she was still wearing all of her clothes.

It probably was the most wanted she had ever felt.

With a thunderstorm in her mind, which made her whole body react to his eyes only, she found support on her elbows to lift her torso again and make his pupils lay on hers once he was done with the visual traveling through her body. Once his eyes connected with hers, it felt like he was finally able to see everything he needed, just to decide what he was going to do to her.

"I'm going crazy over his full of himself attitude" she thought.

—I was also annoyed when you let that... human flirt with you that way —he commented, reminding her he was in her head.

Her eyes went down almost immediately when she felt the mattress sinking down on her feet. His parted thighs were on the bed, finally letting his hands off his pockets so she could appreciate the black ink decorating their reverse -yet only one tattoo got her attention: he had "JJK" in the middle of each one of his knuckles. She immediately remembered what he forced her to write in her notebook, wondering what those letters could mean. Was it his name?

Before her thoughts could go on any longer, his warm fingers encircled one of her ankles, dragging her over the mattress suddenly.

Her eyes kept their trip through his body with enjoyment, trying to understand how that man wasn't created by her imagination. When her eyes landed on his face, he was playing with his lip rings, his mouth curved in a malicious grin while his eyes watched her as if she were a prey cornered by the big predator.

She certainly was feeling like one.

He slowly bent over her, both hands at each side of her head, while his eyes pierced on hers. Her heart pumped aggressively against her ribcage as soon as his breath hit her lips. It was as if her body was doing everything possible to feel him closer. She was so ready to receive him, to feel his lips on hers... that she didn't realize she moved her head in his direction until he clicked his tongue and moved back. Before rejection could settle in her brain, a new wave of pleasure emerged as the digits of his right hand closed around her neck, pushing her head back on the mattress.

His mouth ghosted her lips, just drawing them with a thin layer his warm breath created, doing the same to her cheeks, her jawline... until he reached his own fingers on her skin. He then moved back to her lips, tilting his head while his eyes sent shivers through her body as they pierced into hers.

—I'd love to see you getting naked the way you did the night you touched yourself for me —his seductive tone drove her insane—. Too bad I have no patience when I'm the one in charge.

A gasp burned in her throat when the buttons of his shirt felt ridged against her skin, able to feel the garments of his shirt and his pants. They felt soft, but raspy at the same time.

It took her a second to realize.

He was faster than her, grabbing her hands in the air and pushing them back on the mattress over her head, when she attempted to cover up her body under him. It was an ill and desperate attempt. His face fell back near hers while he held my wrists against the sheets.

—Don't make me think of a new punishment —his voice sounded soft, but his eyes were bright with a dark warning that made her shift under him—. I hate having to change plans. So keep your hands up there if you think about touching anything else that isn't me —he slowly moved his hands away from her wrists—. Got it?

She nodded, and it seemed like it was the only thing holding him back from keep going. He needed to know she understood and accepted his rules, he needed to know she was giving him the power in her dreams he couldn't yet have in real life.

His lips moved past hers, going straight to her jawline and neck, tracing each one of the imaginary lines that were crafted by his fingers moments ago, while he ventured down her body. He gave loud sloppy kisses on her cleavage, and she had to hold with dear life onto the sheets above her head when his teeth tightened around one of her nipples. Her back arched instantly when a new wave of pleasure ran over her body.

—I want you to look at me, baby —it was so sinister how he looked at her while his tongue twirled on the hard button, but hell she didn't love it—. There's nothing interesting going on in the ceiling.

His tongue felt wet and hot when it fell flat over her hardened bud. Although he didn't do anything with it, instead, he allowed his saliva to be covered with his warm breath as he kept looking at her, the reactions he could drink from when he wasn't even touching her properly. She was so responsive, so lost in her own senses, she didn't realize he broke the only command he gave her.

Y/n felt forced to look down when he stopped moving, finding him midway on her belly. It was then when she realized he was still fully dressed. The sleek black shirt left unbuttoned at the collar allowed her to see part of his packed chest and abs, while a gold chain with a striking cross pendant, which reminded her too much of the one she was wearing, rested in between his pectorals.

—It is the same —he explained—. It's a temporary reminder of how linked we are, both in my realm and your world. I told you, doll, you have no escape.

His fingers teasingly pinched her chin before he went back down her body, the sound of those open-mouthed kisses filling her ears again, the image of him so close to her core too hard to bear. But again, he waited. He made sure her eyes were fixed on him, with no possibility of moving away, before he laid a kiss on her pubes and spoke:

—You smell so fucking good —he parted her legs, and pushed them apart a bit wider with his shoulders, finding a spot he enjoyed a little bit too much—. It's like you're screaming to be tasted.

—Plea...

That plea got interrupted by a moan when the tip of his tongue dig in her slit, collecting every single drop of her juices. Since that moment, her body spirals into a rush of pleasure she couldn't come back down from, only increasing when his tongue reached her clit and started swirling and twirling around it.

His eyebrows were furrowed while working his mouth and tongue on her wetness, working her up to get her as desperate as he had been waiting for ever since her voice dragged him back to that limbo he hated so much. It took her a few seconds and a groan against her core to understand that expression meant nothing but to show how concentrated he was on pleasuring her.

—You taste so good —he groaned again in between sucking and licking—. So good you're making me wonder if you're the demon hunting me, and not the other way around.

He looked up to her while saying that, her wetness glistening over his lips and chin, before he went back exactly to where he was. He made her jump by the fast rhythm of his tongue all of sudden, while his lips suck on the bundle of nerves.

There was no more holding back as she desperately moved to dig her fingers in his hair, trying to feel him closer, trying to keep him there, while her legs also started surrounding his shoulders, trapping him completely. He pulled them apart, giving him enough space to work her up like she deserved, groaning against her clit again, eager to feel her clenching again around nothing when he moved his tongue low enough.

But all of a sudden all those frenetic moves disappeared.

Y/n couldn't even feel his tongue nor his mouth anymore, and thinking the way her shut eyes were the problem, she looked up to him again.

He moved away when she needed him the most, and by the look on his face he wasn't willing to give in to her needs.

—If I tell you to stop flirting, you stop —he licked his lips.

He played with her lower lip on his thumb, looking at her with a smile while she was just unconsciously pouting, not succeeding at masking how annoyed she was.

—Trust me, this is harder for me than you —he finally said—. If I had made you cum, I'd have gotten more energy than just teasing you. But brats like you need to be taught a lesson, even if that means to make some sacrifices.

She was close to asking him, to try and convince him to go on, but the room went totally dark.

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself back in her bed. Alone, frustrated, mad... but so turned on she could feel her core throbbing still.

—Oh, fuck you —she shouted, dropping her body back on her bed. 

https://www.wattpad.com/1507571002-red-jungkook-chapter-4

[bayesic-bitch]

Old-school planning vs new-school learning is a false dichotomy

I wanted to follow up on this discussion I was having with @metamatar, because this was getting from the original point and justified its own thread. In particular, I want to dig into this point

rule based planners, old school search and control still outperform learning in many domains with guarantees because end to end learning is fragile and dependent on training distribution. Lydia Kavraki's lab recently did SIMD vectorisation to RRT based search and saw like a several hundred times magnitude jump for performance on robot arms – suddenly severely hurting the case for doing end to end learning if you can do requerying in ms. It needs no signal except robot start, goal configuration and collisions. Meanwhile RL in my lab needs retraining and swings wildly in performance when using a slightly different end effector.

In general, the more I learn about machine learning and robotics, the less I believe that the dichotomies we learn early on actually hold up to close scrutiny. Early on we learn about how support vector machines are non-parametric kernel methods, while neural nets are parametric methods that update their parameters by gradient descent. And this is true, until you realize that kernel methods can be made more efficient by making them parametric, and large neural networks generalize because they approximate non-parametric kernel methods with stationary parameters. Early on we learn that model-based RL learns a model that it uses for planning, while model free methods just learn the policy. Except that it's possible to learn what future states a policy will visit and use this to plan without learning an explicit transition function, using the TD learning update normally used in model-free RL. And similar ideas by the same authors are the current state-of-the-art in offline RL and imitation learning for manipulation Is this model-free? model-based? Both? Neither? does it matter?

In my physics education, one thing that came up a lot is duality, the idea that there are typically two or more equivalent representations of a problem. One based on forces, newtonian dynamics, etc, and one as a minimization* problem. You can find the path that light will take by knowing that the incoming angle is always the same as the outgoing angle, or you can use the fact that light always follows the fastest* path between two points.

I'd like to argue that there's a similar but underappreciated analog in AI research. Almost all problems come down to optimization. And in this regard, there are two things that matter -- what you're trying to optimize, and how you're trying to optimize it. And different methods that optimize approximately the same objective see approximately similar performance, unless one is much better than the other at doing that optimization. A lot of classical planners can be seen as approximately performing optimization on a specific objective.

Let me take a specific example: MCTS and policy optimization. You can show that the Upper Confidence Bound algorithm used by MCTS is approximately equal to regularized policy optimization. You can choose to guide the tree search with UCB (a classical bandit algorithm) or policy optimization (a reinforcement learning algorithm), but the choice doesn't matter much because they're optimizing basically the same thing. Similarly, you can add a state occupancy measure regularization to MCTS. If you do, MCTS reduces to RRT in the case with no rewards. And if you do this, then the state-regularized MCTS searches much more like a sampling-based motion planner instead of like the traditional UCB-based MCTS planner. What matters is really the objective that the planner was trying to optimize, not the specific way it was trying to optimize it.

For robotics, the punchline is that I don't think it's really the distinction of new RL method vs old planner that matters. RL methods that attempt to optimize the same objective as the planner will perform similarly to the planner. RL methods that attempt to optimize different objectives will perform differently from each other, and planners that attempt to optimize different objectives will perform differently from each other. So I'd argue that the brittleness and unpredictability of RL in your lab isn't because it's RL persay, but because standard RL algorithms don't have long-horizon exploration term in their loss functions that would make them behave similarly to RRT. If we find a way to minimize the state occupancy measure loss described in the above paper other theory papers, I think we'll see the same performance and stability as RRT, but for a much more general set of problems. This is one of the big breakthroughs I'm expecting to see in the next 10 years in RL.

*okay yes technically not always minimization, the physical path can can also be an inflection point or local maxima, but cmon, we still call it the Principle of Least Action.

[thewertsearch]

Ask Comp 01/07

Anonymous asked:i think youre the first liveblogger ive seen to actually remember that orphaner dualscar was eridan’s flarping name?

Mindfang clearly describes the Serkets, so I wonder if Dualscar says anything about the Amporas?

Eridan's greatest enemy does have a duality theme, after all - and he was certainly scarred when the guy stole his crush >:)

@captorations asked:i have terrible news regarding homestuck and the good place: https://x.com/nbcthegoodplace/status/1039908767763259392?lang=en not to mention that. well. the two share more than you've encountered yet. it's very likely not a coincidence. have fun! oh and. re: my ongoing campaign of pointing out the homestuck ancestry of tlt characters. please compare aradia's "i am very much alive and i intend to stay that way" with dulcinea's "i'm not in the river and i won't ever be again"

...oh my god.

On reflection, this makes a lot of sense. Homestuck's fandom is pretty large, and some of its members were bound to be involved in the production of mainstream media. Still, it's wild to see a Homestuck reference - or, technically, a Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff reference - on the official Twitter for a show this big.

And Aradia does have a lot in common with Dulcinea, doesn't she? For one thing, they didn't really start influencing the plot until after they died.

Anonymous asked: Not really important anymore, but looking at what Gamzee has in his Strife Deck, it doesn’t look like he has any ranged options: he’s got the bowling pins, what appear to be a discarded sickle and lance from Karkat and Tavros respectively, what I’m PRETTY SURE is a whip of some sort, and the Zillyhoo hammer. The closest to a ranged weapon in that stack is the whip, or maybe the pins if he’s willing to throw them, but neither seem like they’d work very well against Vriska. Barring some secret power or other plot twist, I think Gamzee would genuinely be the underdog in that matchup. (Which feels weird, because Gamzee’s been mutating into a slasher villain while Vriska’s still very much an antihero protagonist. Usually the power balance is the other way around with those archetypes!)

On the face of it, Gamzee didn't seem to have great odds in that fight - but it's hard to know for sure with this pesky Bard. His Strife Deck contains plenty of cards we haven't seen, and whatever he did to the Black King is still shrouded in mystery. Everything's just so uncertain with him.

@mimescantscream asked: I've really been holding back all this time, but now that we've met the Grand-highblood, it really is extra painful to see a Gamzee who was once incredibly loving of his friends (despite their constant ridicule) end up falling down the path that fate seems to have pre-ordained for him. Was he truly always meant to repeat echoes of the past? Could things ever have gone differently for him?

Yeah, I've been having similar thoughts. His PoV seemed completely sincere, so I don't think his original personality was a fabrication, or anything. I think there is a part of Gamzee that cares about his friends - and maybe even he wants it back.

@jade-harley-real asked: […] I want a rant on the bad doctor from you pls pls pls

Scratch is straight up the scariest character in Homestuck.

What's he up to now? Hard to say since we're not telling him what to do. Guardians can never be told what to do.

The aura of menace he's cultivated is incredible, especially considering he barely even moves. He's playing the entire cast like a fiddle, armed with nothing but a typewriter and his own supercharged brain - and there's no doubt in my mind that his confidence isn't a mask. He knows he's going to win in the end.

English is coming. He's basically already here.

@elkian asked: I'll probably never be a Vriska FAN, but I gotta admit, she really never had a chance, what with the only adults in her life being: a trollvorous spider 1 missed meal away from eating her, Marquise "I do what I want" Mindfang, and Doc Scratch. Some role models! @manorinthewoods asked: So, now that Mindfang has been revealed, here's a question for you: how much of Vriska's Vriskyness is because she's Vriska, how much is because of Mindfang, how much is because of her lusus, and how much is because of Alternia in general? ~LOSS (20/6/24)

This is why I don't think she'd be like this on Earth. At this point, it's obvious that none of her Incidents were the result of her personality as it naturally arose.

I mean, look how anti-Aradiacide she was! They weren't even really friends!

Anonymous asked: ‘AA: there are all sorts of friends to meet AA: ones you already know and ones you dont’ I mean…couldn’t she just be referring to various doomed selves? I don’t see why the dream bubbles would just be confined to the alpha timeline seeing as the furthest ring is weird in terms of time and space

I was assuming that only Alpha Timeline deaths would be preserved by the Bubbles, but you're right - I'm not sure that was a reasonable assumption.

The Horrorterrors seem to eschew the concept of the Alpha Timeline. and, they've coordinated with both Doomed and Alpha versions of Rose and Dave. Plus, yeah, there is no time in the Ring, so timelines are probably meaningless there. Why would it only interface with the Alpha?

If the Bubbles do preserve doomed souls, then we might also run into the John who died to Typheus, and the Jade he couldn't save. That's a pair of ghosts I'd be very interested to meet.

Anonymous asked: If every Aradia comes back from every doomed timeline, the number would double each time, so you could get over a thousand of her with only ten doomed timelines.

Fair point- although, if an already doomed Aradia went back in time again, she'd be double doomed. Is that even possible? Would she die twice as quickly?

@mhafanlol2000 asked: Your issues with quirks and speech-to-text are pretty simple to explain. If a troll were to speak into a non-modified speech-to-text program, it would output text with their quirk. Because they, quite literally, speak in their quirk. Terezi probably isnt actually saying “YOU H4V3 LOST TH3 G4M3”, each number at a time, but the vibes are definitely there. I don’t know, this is hard to describe if you don’t inherently get it.

I think, jokes aside, it is indeed about the vibes.

In the troll intro pages, you get told a little about how each troll talks, and I think that's how we're supposed to translate their quirks to an audible medium.

Anonymous asked: i think ppl in the fandom have over time kinda built up a like, generally separate understanding of quadrants from how theyre described in the "official" explanation. which is like, not representative of how these terms are used in homestuck, but probably more useful for describing Good relationships that Do Not Suck. like basically making moirails equivalent to being queer platonic partners, making blackrom more about having a healthy fun rivalry, that kinda stuff.

It's funny, actually - I don't think I've encountered a single asker who accepts the quadrants as they're originally described.

The main issue is that, with the possible exception of matespritship, we haven't seen a single troll relationship with reflects the infodump's explanation of the quadrants. I think Hussie might just have jumped the gun a little when dropping it.

Anonymous asked: Shoutout to Karkat poking his friends in the background! Terezi (crying over Dave) and now Soloux (talking to Terezi). Karkat isn’t sure what the right response is but wants to be included! Reminds me of actual cats, just putting a paw on you for no discernible reason. @manorinthewoods asked: I'd like to note that Karkat poking Terezi's tears is the same sprite (and same 'poooke'!) as Karkat poking Sollux's burnt-out eyesockets. ~LOSS (12/6/24)

My man just likes poking.

@alicesoinions asked: not much to say just wanted to say I really enjoy your liveblog!!

Glad you're enjoying!

I've actually got a few new followers recently. Maybe I'm showing up in people's recommendations?

@heliotropopause asked: Dream bubbles are pretty neat, eh? Neat enough to inspire half of HtN, I'd bet.

…wait.

Oh my god, you're right. It's literally a River Bubble. They're both located in afterlives, for crying out loud!

Anonymous asked: Wanted to thank your liveblog for reminding me of a lot that I had flat out missed in canon, due to not putting it together or just reading too quickly. Most recently and notably on my mind right now, is that Feferi is the one who set up the dreambubbles!!! I had always thought that they were just a part of the world that readers didn’t know about yet, like how we weren’t yet introduced to Alternia and it’s moons until act 5. This went right over my head and it has me absolutely REELING (fishing pun included just for fef!!)

Feferi truly is the MVP.

I wonder what happened to dead Players before the Bubbles?

They're certainly not the only type of afterlife in the multiverse. Alternia has at least two types of undead, which implies that the Players are very, very lucky to have retained their personhood postmortem. Imagine this was what Feferi looked like in Jade's dream.

Anonymous asked: Knowing sollux, he probably already had coded his tech to recognize if his speech ever changed, and gave himself a different typing quirk for it, long ago. Not because he knew or thought it would happen, but because he thought it would be a fun coding project ((I know nothing about coding))

And yet, you somehow know exactly how we think.

Anonymous asked: Something I hadn’t really thought about, until I started reading this liveblog, is how much VRISKA ((autocorrect decided to caps that and I’m leaving it in lol)) was manipul8ted into a lot of her violence. Scratch pushed her towards vengeance against Aradia, and she didn’t want to go through with it. Did VRISKA ever tell anyone how much of her live she spent resisting these forces, or even really acknowledge it? She didn’t hide Spidermom, and arguably her need to kill other trolls was to prevent herself from being killed. BUT on the other hand, VRISKA voice would make it sound like a compliment “I almost didn’t kill you why don’t you appreciate me!!!!!!!!”

The thing is, VRISKA probably felt a lot of social pressure not to tell people she was coerced into her crimes. That would reveal that she was reluctant to kill, which is the opposite of what the Empire wants.

@manorinthewoods asked: You could have written a great Homestuck if you'd been Hussie. I think your style, if translated from reacting-to-comic to making-comic, would work great with what Homestuck is, and could have made a better product. I think you'd make a cerebral Homestuck, which would have been cool to read, except I would have botched reading it like I botched reading Homestuck in our Alpha Timeline. ~LOSS (11/6/24)

Thank you! I've tried to write before, actually, but whenever I reread my stories, they come off as esoteric, stilted and a little hard to follow. It's not an insurmountable problem, of course, and I really need to take a writing workshop at some point.

I'd love to make a webcomic, too, but my art also leaves a lot to be desired. I can adapt sprites just fine, but original drawings are hard, guys. Did anyone else know about this?

Anonymous asked: i counted just now, and only like 24 out of all 54 paradox space comics have zero spoilers. some of them are certainly more substantial than others (e.g. i counted ones that include jade’s consorts that you havent seen yet as spoilers) but a lot of them have Very Big Spoilers

It would have been awfully messy. I'm probably just going to read it once I've reached the Gigapause of 2013, and no longer need to worry about spoilers.

@bladekindeyewear asked: “Nepeta wasn't trying to pacify Equius, nor did she seem to be fulfilling any rigidly defined 'role' in his life. They just came off as very good friends, and their relationship was much better for it.” Well, maybe we ought to look at it through the lens of real relationships between friends? Once a healthy dynamic and boundaries are established, perhaps Moirails stabilize as long as they’re together.

That's a good way to interpret moirallegence - although, it does raise an issue with the quadrant that I'll be discussing on its own post, once I've finished the comp. There's no point in prehashing what I'm about to say, so I'll see you there!

Anonymous asked: karkats message didn't go through because of trollians narrative awareness feature, where it'll display something different in service of one of the several "all"-seeing entities, of which the reader is one <3 watsonian and doylist explanations are kissing with tongue

Since the fourth wall is an actual, physical piece of technology in this world, this isn't even that far-fetched!

@sashonya asked: So, as the session's timers continues to count down, what do you think will happen after The Scratch?

Beyond 'the session ends', it's difficult to say for sure. I think the two most likely possibilities are that the kids start exploring other sessions, or travel to a location completely outside the current scope of the comic. I am, of course, hoping for both.

@ericvilas asked: "I still believe that out of all the trolls, Karkat’s traits were featured the most prominently in humanity" yeah, I guess even humans aren't free from the effects of carcinization

CG: THERE IS ONLY ONE STEP. CG: AND IT IS ME.

[zombiesthetic]

COMPLICATED, bo sinclair

pairing . . . bo sinclair x gn!reader

warnings . . . bo's personality, mature language, blood, gore, murder, victims being portrayed as the villain

likes, comments, and reposts are appreciated !

your relationship with bo sinclair was nothing if not complicated - that single word seemed to encapsulate the intricate dance of contradictions that defined your connection. yes, complicated was definitely the most fitting description for whatever this was between you two.

his stubborn and sharp-tongued demeanor manifested in biting words that contrasted sharply with the gentle stories told by his eyes and the tender messages conveyed through his actions. the duality of his nature was a constant source of contemplation.

during daylight hours, he would endlessly complain and criticize, his voice carrying across ambrose as he berated your work ethic and found fault in every task you completed. his exacting standards and harsh criticism seemed to know no bounds, each completed job met with a fresh wave of disapproval and caustic commentary.

yet in those precious early morning moments, when dawn was just beginning to paint the sky and the rest of the world still slumbered, he showed a completely different side. he'd stand beside you in the kitchen, expertly preparing eggs while you focused on perfectly crisping the bacon, the domestic tranquility of those moments feeling almost surreal in their peaceful simplicity.

during your late-night walks back from the gas station, his protective nature would emerge as he'd wrap his arm firmly around your shoulders, holding you close as if daring anyone or anything to try separating you from him. his grip would tighten at any unexpected sound, his body automatically shifting to shield you from potential threats.

then there were those cherished movie nights with his brothers, where he'd strategically position you between himself and the couch arm, effectively claiming you as his own. his hand would rest possessively on your thigh, fingers tracing absent-minded patterns against the fabric of your clothes in an unconsciously intimate gesture that spoke volumes about his true feelings.

the stark contrast between his public persona and private behavior was enough to make your head spin, the cognitive dissonance of trying to reconcile these two versions of bo causing your thoughts to chase themselves in endless circles.

deep down, you harbored a wish that he could soften his cruel words and harsh demeanor, but you'd long since accepted that such a fundamental change was unlikely. his prickly exterior was as much a part of him as his piercing eyes or capable hands - it was simply who bo was at his core.

"can you get off your ass and get me the damn wrench?" bo's angry voice shattered your contemplative mood, yanking you abruptly back to reality.

"oh, right," you nodded, eyes scanning the array of tool boxes spread before you. each container held a different assortment of implements, the various tools blending together in a confusing jumble of metal and rubber grips.

"which one?" you asked, trying to narrow down the search.

"five eighths," bo answered gruffly, followed almost immediately by an impatient, "can you hurry up?"

"i'm going as fast as i can," you shot back, rolling your eyes at his characteristic lack of patience. "it's not my fault you have so many god damn tools."

bo's response was an unintelligible grumble that you chose to ignore. after another moment of searching, triumph filled your voice as you announced, "found it!" grabbing the wrench from its resting place, you made your way around to where bo was working.

"here," you said, crouching down to extend your arm beneath the vehicle, offering him the requested tool.

"find it faster next time, would you?" bo's words carried their usual bite, but his touch lingered as he took the wrench from your hand, the contact lasting several heartbeats longer than strictly necessary.

"yes, sir," you muttered with exaggerated deference as you pushed yourself back to your feet and retreated to your chair, fighting back a smile at the familiar pattern of your interactions.

"excuse me?" the unexpected chime of the gas station door opening made your eyes widen with surprise, your heart rate quickening slightly at the unexpected interruption. it was already going on nine in the evening, and visitors at this hour were rare enough to be concerning. who in their right mind would be wandering around ambrose at this time of night?

"hi, how can i help you?" you quickly pushed yourself up from your comfortable sitting position, unconsciously straightening your clothes as you rose. your eyes briefly darted down to where bo was still sprawled underneath the car he had been meticulously working on all evening.

"me and my boyfriend were driving and our car broke down," the woman explained as she tentatively stepped further into the fluorescent-lit gas station, her heels clicking softly against the worn linoleum floor. "he says something about our brake line snapping?" her words lilted upward with uncertainty, transforming the statement into a question that made you suppress an amused chuckle.

"do you know what size you need?" you questioned professionally, maintaining your customer service demeanor despite the late hour.

"uh…" the woman's eyes darted nervously around the shop, taking in the rows of parts and tools lining the walls. "no."

"do you know the car model?"

the woman rattled off the name of some obscure vehicle model you had never encountered before, making your eyebrows knit together in confusion. before you could respond, bo's gravelly voice cut through the air, "you need a one fourth." your eyes immediately snapped to where he was smoothly rolling out from under the car, his movements practiced and fluid despite hours of mechanical work.

"thank you," the woman's voice took on a distinctly different tone, and you felt your jaw clench as you watched her eyes brazenly trail up and down bo's grease-stained figure with obvious appreciation.

"we don't have the part you need here," your voice came out sharp and cold as ice, your eyes darkening dangerously.

"oh," the woman's eyes widened perceptibly at your sudden change in tone, her body language shifting as she finally seemed to realize she had crossed an invisible but very real line.

"we just got a shipment in at the house," bo's presence was suddenly beside you, solid and reassuring. "why don't you take her up to the house and fetch that brake line?" he glanced down at you meaningfully, and you couldn't help but smirk at the familiar evil glint dancing in his eyes.

"of course," you nodded with exaggerated politeness. "it's only a second up the road." you fixed the girl with the most artificial smile you could muster, watching with satisfaction as she squirmed under your gaze.

"uh, okay," the girl nodded hesitantly, and you could practically taste her growing nervousness in the air between you.

"we'll be back," you directed a genuine smile up at bo as he pressed his truck keys into your palm, your fingers brushing together in a moment of silent communication. turning back to your unwanted visitor, you gestured toward the door with mock hospitality. "come on, let's get that brake line so you and your boyfriend can get back on the road."

the woman's agonized screams echoed through the room as you methodically plunged the gleaming blade into her abdomen yet again, a satisfied grin spreading across your face at the sight of her suffering. dark crimson blood began pooling beneath her writhing form, spreading across the pristine floor in an ever-widening circle. "vinny!" you called out urgently, watching as the precious liquid continued to seep from her wounds. "come get this girl before she completely ruins the hardwood!"

heavy footsteps quickly approached, and within moments vincent appeared, swooping down to capture the thrashing woman in his powerful arms. her desperate struggles against his iron grip were almost impressive to witness.

she fought with the fierce determination of someone who still believed they had a chance at survival, her movements wild and uncontrolled. you had to admire her spirit, even knowing it would soon be permanently extinguished.

"i think that bitch actually managed to scratch me," you commented irritably as you passed by vincent, who maintained his vice-like hold on the increasingly frantic woman.

"please," the woman's voice cracked as she begged, raw terror evident in every syllable.

"you must have quite the charmed life to still be fighting this hard," you observed with dark amusement, shaking your head as you made your way to the kitchen to retrieve a very specific item.

returning with the super glue in hand, you deliberately unscrewed the cap while maintaining eye contact with your victim. her gaze locked onto the small container, comprehension and fresh horror dawning in her wide eyes. "what are you doing?" she managed to choke out between sobs.

"hold her lips shut," you commanded, and vincent immediately complied, his massive hands moving to firmly grip either side of her face.

her muffled screams of protest grew increasingly desperate as you meticulously applied the adhesive to her trembling lips. "would you kindly stop with all that noise?" you sighed in exasperation, pinching her lips together until you were certain the glue had properly set.

"take her to the museum," you instructed with a dismissive wave of your hand. just then, the distinct sound of the front door being thrown open shattered the relative quiet.

the footsteps that followed were too light to belong to bo, yet too measured and slow to be lester's familiar gait.

someone else was in the house.

JILLIAN SPEAKS . . . let me know if you guys want a part two!

CREDITS . . . divider by @cafekitsune

MASTERLIST

[thenerdofthegroup]

See, after many rewatches here’s the thing:

To me this show is perfect. And honestly I love 90% of the final two. But I love genuinely everything… UNTIL the last 10 minutes and your hit with

“Fuck. This is all we are getting”

We aren’t getting Agatha’s story, the darkhold, anything that was basically promised. And then we have Billy being… I won’t swear because I’m already treading the line, but he’s being Billy and Agatha just goes ‘yeah I’ll help you’ without knowing anything. I fully believe she’s doing it either to get back to life or/and to find Wanda. But it doesn’t tell us that. So we don’t know. We are told almost nothing about Agatha… in Agatha’s show.

That’s my problem. The rest of it is fucking perfect. Honestly. I loved the Billy reveal SOLELY because we see Agatha being fucking incredible. She is above everyone. Yes there are people more powerful than her but she is above everyone in the game of life. She is perfect. Her kissing Rio was just pure love and forgiveness for her love. Beautiful. But I’ve described before there should have been an Agatha conversation maybe in the afterlife or on her own or with Rio to explain her emotions at the end. Because it feels like her death isn’t really the end.

But

We get to the last 10 minutes and you are really hot with ‘this is it. We aren’t… fuck’

That’s my personal problem. Geneuinly everything is pretty much perfect until you hit the last 10 minutes of content (aka when Billy goes to her house) and then it hits you… there isn’t a secret episode after explaining her, there isn’t a post credit scene. Nothing. We leave in Billy being a twat (I’m sorry but he was) and not knowing what Agatha’s feeling or almost any of her history or lore.

Yay

This show is so perfect… until then. And I hate that it ends with me so viscerally angry and upset that there is no follow up about Agatha and her history or her emotions. That it’s just about Billy and she’s going to become a side character without us ever finding out about her history the way we should have, that they were telling us we were getting throughout the show. We got more Billy backstory in those 3 years than we got of Agatha in her 100’s of years. She is so complex and… we got so little. The nick stuff and ballad twist is my favourite scenes of… well ever. I’ve cried every single time.

But there is so much more to Agatha. And we got none of it. So when I watch it back I get the duality of:

“OMG!! That makes so much sense!! Agatha’s so clever”

(Them saying something with Agatha’s backstory) “WELL WE ARE NEVER GOING TO SEE THAT ARE WE!!!! YOU FUC-“

Do yeah. Agatha all along. Perfect. Genuinely perfect, until the last 10 minutes and it hits you, that’s it.

My love for this show and Agatha goes beyond bounds. Agatha is my special interest. And I cannot bind my anger that erupts every time I finish it.

And reading everything from Jac, it’s fucking marvel. So fuck you marvel for not allowing them to show Agatha’s backstory fully because apparently it wasn’t ’important enough’ but Billy’s kissing his boyfriend in the car for 4 minutes or whatever else about him we didn’t need.

Uh I’m a bitter autistic lesbian. This is not a good combo haha

Another gift for any poor soul who got to the end

GREY HAIRED AGATHA MY BELOVED AND THE GAYEST WOMAN IN THE 30’S!!!!!

[wellofdean]

Re: Dean, the MoC, Amara & Mary

Post 4 of ? (post 1, post 2, post 3)

Ok, so… Dean has done time with his Shadow and suffered Shadow-possession (which, yes, is a thing! In the writings of Carl Jung! Supernatural is very on the nose about this!), and then he contended with a manifestation of Anima in the character of Amara, but with a serious mis-match: Amara is not, and cannot be the bearer of Dean’s anima projection; if anything, he is the bearer of HER animus, which is resolved by her reunification with Chuck, who is her actual twin cosmic force. Then, they turn into black and white smoke and twist away, yin/yang style, which is...yeah. VERY on the nose.

Supernatural does something really interesting with Amara, though, because here’s how the Anima normally works: A man or woman, having brought contents their shadow into consciousness, is next confronted with the anima/animus, which is a contrasexual soul image that mediates and stands on the threshold between the conscious self and the contents of the unconscious and collective unconscious. It is an ideal and irresistible image that is projected first onto the parent of the opposite sex, and then, says Jung, onto a lover, obviously of the opposite sex. Only…that never happens with Dean.

If you read Jung on the topic of anima/animus, it comes across to (many and certainly my) modern ears as unacceptably gender essentialist, androcentric and sexist. In Jung’s time, male and female societal roles were fairly defined, homosexuality was viewed as a problem to be solved, and Jung is not immune to this. Jung’s thought and ideas, however, the possibilities they open for thinking about psychological processes, are so often much more expansive, subversive and open to potentialities than his actual conclusions are, because his conclusions are phenomenological and taken from his experience. Post-Jungian, and more modern approaches to his ideas contend that we all have both anima and animus in us, and that the key meaning of the archetype is interrelatedness and the potentialities that exist in relationship, and that the dualities are not gendered, even though the dual concept of gender is one of the dualities.

It’s telling, in Supernatural, that Dean doesn’t REALLY project anima onto any female love interest in 15 years of the show (except maybe Cassie? We can assume so, to some extent at least, but there isn’t much story there, and it's clear that while she's important to Dean, he fairly easily lets it go). And, anima (archetype) engagement is exactly what’s missing when he’s with Lisa, that’s a big reason we all know instinctively that their relationship is doomed. He loves her, he sees her value, and she is about as good to him as she could possibly be, but his soul is not bound up with hers, and its obvious. He’s grieving Sam, and burying himself in a life that isn't his.

When it comes to Amara, engaging with her as anima is very explicitly what Dean cannot do, and it’s why everything about them together is uncomfortable. Amara projects the relatedness and union that she needs onto Dean while he struggles to maintain his autonomy against her insurmountable cosmic force, which is why it feels rapey and scary that she keeps touching him and he keeps being unable to stop himself from responding to her. Elsewhere, the entire season makes it painfully clear that Dean, separated again from Cas by Cas’s decision to say ‘yes’ to Lucifer, is pretty single-mindedly, piningly focused on saving his actual love object, and everyone around him repeatedly microaggresses him and Lucifer openly mocks him about it while wearing Cas's face. Like, fellas, none of that is the remotest bit narratively necessary if Dean is not in love with Cas. Just saying. At this point, Dean's queerness is so integral to the story that literally nothing makes sense without it.

So, Amara projects her need for union onto Dean, but what she really needs is reunion with Chuck, and she knows, by the end that she has been wrong about what Dean wants and feels when he’s with her. When he shows up as the soul bomb, filled with the light of a few hundred-thousand souls and tells her he’s there to give her what she wants (him) she says “well, this is a change,” because the minute he called out for Cas in the previous episode, she knew he did not want/need union with her, and moreover, she now knows who he loves, and maybe even that something is stopping him from following his heart ("I can feel the love you feel, except it's cloaked in shame").

So, Amara gives him Mary, and I’m pretty sure most of us reacted with a collective “Huh?”

Well, as I said, according to Uncle Carl, the mother is always the first site of Anima projection for a little boy, the first feminine imago (idealised, platonic image of the feminine principle). This can, in some cases, end in Oedipal devotion to the mother – and in fact Supernatural plays with this a little bit when Dean travels back in time and says "Mom was hot! I'm going to hell", and also when he goes to his heaven: “I love you mom. I’ll never leave you” which is rightly seen by Sam as another example of Dean doing his father’s job of loving and caring for his mother. Of course, Dean also did his Mother’s job in taking care of baby Sam and partnering his father for better part of the first two decades of his life.

Guys, it’s complicated being Dean! Seriously!

It's arguable that the core wound of all three Winchester men, John, Dean and Sam, is the loss of Mary. John lost his wife, Dean his mother, and Sam lost the very idea of a mother and looked to Dean to nurture him. Dean remembers her in a meaningful way as HIS mother, and her terrifying, traumatic death is the reason for everything that followed. Not only that, but when he time-travelled, he found out that it was Mary who made the deal that led to Sam’s being one of the chosen children! So, her death, John’s subsequent spiral, which is the impetus that made him Sam’s mother, the hunting, and everything that followed? Mary is the origin. Dean is highly identified with Mary, and he holds himself to impossible standards. Mary is the source of so much of Dean's psychology as a character, and  this is important: given that this is true, it would NOT MAKE SENSE in the construction of Dean as a character, if he DID NOT have a complex built up around his mother.

So, what is "a complex", exactly? A complex, in Jungian terms, is a tangle of emotion, thought, imago and desire that is centred on a specific aspect of a person’s psyche at the site of a disturbance or trauma. Reportedly, Jung tested this, with word associations. So, for example, the doctor/psychologist says ‘table’ and where no complex exists, the patient says ‘chair’ immediately without anything cathected around it, but what if the patient has a trauma or disturbance around a table? They might hesitate, and then say something stranger and more cathected, like ‘sadness’.

What do you think Dean would say if free associating about ‘mother’? Would he be able to answer immediately with one word? Would it be something neutral, like ‘father’?

Of course not.

Ok, so. before I go on, here are some things I think about Dean:

He is introspective, and has a high level of self-awareness and intelligence about his own feelings. He knows himself, and he has thought about these things, because…

…he has a developed and active inner life that he does not often share with others, and especially does not share with Sam – in fact, he usually actively protects Sam from his feelings because he is Sam’s de-facto parent, and…

Dean is motivated almost entirely by love, and he takes on far too much responsibility. In fact, the taking on of responsibility is the least self-aware thing Dean does, and he IS (explicitly!) aware of the fact that he does it; he just cannot stop.

The very fact that Dean is confronting his shadow (MoC), and contending with anima (Amara), is evidence that he is a character at an advanced stage of psychological development. If it were not for the points above, he could not do it!

Jungian individuation is the process of making the parts of the personality that are unconscious part of the conscious mind, so that their unconscious influence over the mind is transformed into something that isn't compulsive, but serves the self. First, one must recognize the ego/persona; Dean is very, very aware of this, and arguably, has been to some extent from the start. Then, one must dredge up the shadow, which will contain a mixture of destructive and constructive elements – all the things the persona repressed – and make them conscious. Then, one must confront and integrate the anima, and start the process of making archetypal, collective precepts conscious. Mary is where that process started (as the mother is always the first recipient of the anima projection) and it continued with Amara. All of this is undertaken so that the self can be realised, and reach a fully realised wholeness.

Again, feel free to take issue with these ideas, all I am saying here is that THIS IS WHAT THE NARRATIVE IS DOING, and doing very intentionally.

It has been a long time since Dean has ‘needed his mother’ in any conscious way. Dean is a grown-ass self-sufficient man. He does not consciously idealize her, and he knows she is human and flawed, but she is still at the root of so much of his pain. He still carries a numinous imago with her face, and he is strongly identified with her throughout the narrative. Most importantly, he carries an idealised image of who he might have been, and what his life might have been if they had not lost her.

The crux of what I want to say about this, and this is the essential TL;DR of all these posts: Mary’s return is not about his doing justice to MARY, it’s about his understanding himself, and giving himself some fucking grace, and to do that, he needs to become consciously aware of what he is carrying where she is concerned, and what he is doing with it TO HIMSELF in his own psyche because of it.

(…to be continued! This is long enough!)

[cryptgrrrl]

Ever since I was a kid, I’ve been obsessed with the spooky, the macabre, and the downright eerie. It started as forbidden fruit, thanks to my religious upbringing, but what can I say? Tell me something’s off-limits, and I’ll dive headfirst into it. My curiosity first led me to an ancient Egypt phase (because who doesn’t go through that one?) and, of course, a Greek mythology obsession. But then Twilight hit, and I was done for. I mean, who didn’t read Twilight, sip on Big Red, and pretend it was blood? Just me? Fine.

Now that vampires are making a comeback in media from AMC's Interview with the Vampire to What We Do in the Shadows to the recent Nosferatu remake I thought it’d be fun to dive into the vampire powers we don’t see enough of in books and films. These aren’t your run of the mill fangs and bloodsucking; these are the lesser-known abilities that make vampires truly terrifying. And hey, we’ll even look at some of the quirks and vulnerabilities that keep them from being totally unstoppable. Let’s sink our teeth in. 🧛‍♀️✨

Shadow Manipulation: Fear in the Darkness

Vampires controlling shadows is an underrated ability that deserves more love. Picture it: a room darkened by shadows that twist and move as if alive, trapping victims in place or camouflaging the vampire in plain sight. It’s giving Melisandre’s shadow babies from Game of Thrones. Shadows in folklore often symbolize fear, duality, and the hidden self—perfect reflections of a vampire’s predatory nature.

Classic works like Carmilla (shoutout to the first sapphic vampire icon 💅🏻) and Dracula hint at this, but modern media takes it to the next level. What We Do in the Shadows has fun with this concept, particularly with Nadja’s ghostly doppelgänger—part haunting, part sass, all shadowy mischief. It’s equal parts creepy and comedic, proving that shadow manipulation can terrify and entertain.

Blood Alchemy: Power in Every Drop

Why just drink blood when you can weaponize it? This reminded me of blood bending in Avatar: The Last Airbender like come on, that's some serious missed opportunity right there. This lesser-known ability explores the idea of turning blood into poisons, healing agents, or even explosive substances. Folklore often treats blood as the essence of life and magic—like the divine ichor of Greek gods. This taps into Gothic literature’s obsession with the soul (looking at you, Edward Cullen, and your eternal angst over having one. Yawn).

Games like Vampire: The Masquerade nail this with “vitae,” a supernatural blood source that powers spells and abilities. Imagine vampires creating blood-bound weapons or using their own essence to destroy enemies. I've never actually gotten into Vampire The Masquerade though, let me know if it's worth checking out. 

Dream Invasion: Masters of the Mind

There’s nothing more intimate—or more terrifying—than a vampire invading your dreams. This power blurs the line between seduction and fear, making it perfect for the vampire’s predatory allure. Think succubi and incubi, but with fangs. Dracula and The Vampire Chronicles both play with this, blending waking visions and nightmares to confuse and manipulate their victims.

Netflix’s Dracula miniseries gave us a particularly chilling example: Jonathan Harker dreams of his fiancée, Mina, only for her face to morph into Dracula’s. Pure nightmare fuel. And in What We Do in the Shadows, Nadja’s uncanny ability to invade her victims’ thoughts—with hilarious results—turns this terrifying concept into dark comedy gold.

Spirit Communication: Ghosts of Victims Past

How’s this for creepy? Vampires communicating with the spirits of their victims. Whether it’s for information or torment, this ability ties into folklore where the undead act as intermediaries between life and death.

Dracula and The Vampire Chronicles hint at this connection, showing vampires as creatures haunted by the lives they’ve taken. What We Do in the Shadows brilliantly leans into the absurdity of this, we briefly catch a glimpse of this in The Interview with a Vampire series where Armand is basically hitting reject call on Lestat trying to contact Louis through the Ether. God, what a petty bitch. This haunting dynamic adds depth to vampires, showing them not just as predators but as beings forever connected to their past.

Weather Manipulation: Nature’s Fury

Storms, fog, bone-chilling winds—vampires controlling the elements is as terrifying as it is cinematic. Folklore often links vampires to nature’s darker forces, with storms masking their movements or fog shrouding their presence.

Dracula famously amplified his menace with tempestuous weather, and What We Do in the Shadows plays with this in its own chaotic way. Remember the fog-filled scene where the vampires try to look mysterious, only for everything to go hilariously wrong? It’s a perfect mix of traditional lore and modern comedy.

Time Manipulation: Eternal Perspective

Vampires are timeless in more ways than one. Imagine them slowing down time, pausing it entirely, or manipulating moments to their advantage. This power emphasizes their detachment from mortality and adds to their mystique.

Anne Rice’s vampires, particularly in The Vampire Chronicles, explore how immortality shapes their perception of time. What We Do in the Shadows flips this concept on its head, with the vampires hilariously struggling to keep up with modern life despite their eternal existence.

Mirror Portals: Gateway to the Unknown

Forget the old “vampires have no reflection” trope. What if vampires used mirrors as portals to escape or spy on their enemies? Mythology often sees mirrors as gateways to the supernatural, and vampires using them to manipulate reality feels like a natural evolution.

Classic lore like Dracula and The Vampire Chronicles plays with the eerie symbolism of mirrors. Growing up, I was told never to have a mirror facing my bed because it could invite malevolent entities. Maybe vampires are the ultimate malevolent entity, lurking just beyond the glass…I wish.

The Night is Endless

Whether you’re into brooding heartthrobs like Damon Salvatore or prefer the more monstrous vibes of Count Orlok, vampires are endlessly fascinating. These lesser known abilities; shadow manipulation, dream invasion, weather control, and more add layers of depth to the mythology. They remind us that vampires are more than just bloodsuckers; they’re creatures of mystery, power, and fear.

So, what’s your favorite vampire ability? Do you prefer the classic lore or modern twists? Let me know in the comments, and if you’re new here, don’t forget to follow for more dives into the strange, dark, and supernatural. Until next time, stay curious—and maybe keep some garlic or a wooden stake handy, just in case. 👀

[kaiserposting]

can you tier list all your yns based on toxicity

Ok I went through my entire AO3 account for this 😭

Evil Narcopath - Junkyard Dog + the rewrite in my files, Most Ineligible, Power Trip, Dogma

r/personalitydisorders lolcow - Perpetual Chase for Greener Grass, Formlessness & Base Materialism, Black Flamingo

Heinous but not to the point of psychologically damaging people around them - Maneater, Duality, Thorn In Your Side + Truce, Fast Cars, Clever, Tether, The Weight, Deflowered, Like Teeth, Taming Demons, Dog Walking-verse, Gooch Grease, Painting Pictures

Justified - Rigid, Solved The Problem, Undecided, Bound To, Oblivion, Pest Control, HADO 98: Massage, AITA for tricking my coworker into showering, AITA for trying to cancel my bf?, The Worm Ouroboros, Language Barrier, Just One Fix, Exciting Electrifying Evil, Mean, Stench, What Does It Mean if I Can't Write a Love Letter?

Inoffensive? - Facial Recognition is Quirky, Fun Fun Fun, Irk, Schemes, Fleurs du Mal Fleurs du Vertu, From Shikamaru's Vernacular: Troublesome, Parabola, Lazy Hero, Priorities, Kind Of Maybe, Wack, Faux Pas, On Your Knees, Bad Company, How to Subtly Show Someone You're Interested

Innocent & Gorgeous - Kill Cheerleader, Slick Talk, Aliens Exist, (Ruining) The Christmas Spirit, Not Exactly an Elegiac Romance, Butterfly Paralyzed, Detox, Applin & The Flop Confession, AITA for showing my appreciation for someone?, Jersey #2, Coil, Molasses

Bonus tier for "I don't know really" - Voyeur to Belonging

[archivalofsins]

In a funnier turn of events after getting that Mikoto post out I am feeling more comfortable discussing his character. It was really bugging me that I was perceiving the fandom as an unsafe space to discuss plurality on a two alter system basis. It never seemed appropriate to gush about it given the things I'd been shown being said.

Yet, I was really happy with Double and the Neoplasm voice drama. Because it showed how diverse dissociative identity disorder can be with just two alters. Instead of just doing the same old hi I'm the totally good one and I'd never hurt a fly and I'm sin incarnate sometimes I just do bad shit for the lols you know.

The thing that most media does when discussing that presentation. I don't know how to really tackle my own feelings on it. It's like most my life I grew up seeing it represented as oh no, the evil one is out. As though the person had been possessed almost. So, it was very refreshing to see it be like, "Oh well, they're both just people. No one is as simple as just good or bad. They both have a variety of behavior."

It's something that should by now rightfully be expected when it comes to that sort of representation of it. Yet when it comes to two people always focus on the duality. The light and the dark the good and the evil. They try to separate all nice in neat like that without really focusing on the individuals. So, I was ultimately really pleased by Milgram. Though it could be because I'm more on the older side or just I gave up on looking for good representation and started avoiding anything thar covered it in middle school.

Honestly, I still avoid things that deal with it outside of Milgram. Simply out of habit of thinking, man, is it gonna be this shit again? How do I know it's not that shit again? Oh well, you gotta watch it, of course. I'm not doing that. I don't trust it. Yet with Double, there were just so many great things about it that really made me go.

Yeah, they get it. This is actually great. I couod harp on the lyrics all day.

Like favorite lines were,

1. That'd be good.

With the lyrics before it and how it's enunciated with so much longing paired with the visuals of him wiping the blood to look down into the other end of the train. It really fucking goes hard as a line. Really embodying the whole come on praise me for helping you I did good right I saved you right so hey where's my thank you it'd be good if you said it energy.

2. Doesn't matter if you didn't wish for it, can't get rid of me now. Just the two of us, relieved, aren't you? I'll protect you (us).

Just the enunciation the growl. It's just really good as if going oh you want to push me down well I'm not going anywhere.

3. "He's a liar," you said and made me out to be a scoundrel, why?

The fucking double meaning if this one line is just so got damn amazing. It's not only calling back to the ridiculous accusations lines in Double but discussing the audiences response to Mikoto. Calling him a liar claiming he was faking. But the second half is referring to the audiences reaction to John making him out to be a scoundrel immediately blaming the murders on him. Labeling him as the bad one without even a second thought. Only leaving him to ask why? Putting more meaning behind the line

4. Hey, I just wanted to save you, so why did it come to this? Cling to me hoist me up as your savior stand up and sing out your gratitude- So, why?

As though Mikoto is their asking why is your song like this you should be praising me. You should be grateful so why?

5. I don't remember a thing it couldn't be helped I'm Double (MeMe).

This line is super great because it's like John and Mikoto both claiming onus of their own songs. And John answering Mikoto's question about why his song is like this. Basically going it couldn't be helped I'm Double. Basically saying it was bound to turn out like this because I'm like this.

6. Why, why? If only I were never born, if only-

To me, this came off as John going. If only I had never been born at all, then neither of us would have existed, and this wouldn't have happened. Expanding on the idea that Es and Kotoko both bring up that his existence is the problem. Which most wouldn't immediately go they mean because of my disorder but go yeah fuck it you're right if I never even lived to begin with this wouldn't have happened. I wouldn't even be here for this to happen and then the apology after these lines as if apologizing for having been born at its sooo good.

It has no right to be sooooo good. So, yes despite the incredible detriment that this week has been to my mental health and my anxiety literally being on a fucking hundred. Double has been the best fucking thing to ever happen to me personally. And it's so fucking amazing.

I love it so much.

[bardic-tales]

happy sts!

is there a character dynamic you've really been thinking about lately? why? Ramble!

have a great day✨

Hi, Star! Happy STS. Thanks for the ask.

Lately, I have been thinking about creating an original work where the main character and antagonist has this yin-yang type of relationship. Like they are two opposing forces still bound together. I don't have much but a feeling, you know?

I love the idea of them being mirror images, reflecting each other's traits in contrasting ways. Like where one is driven by a strict moral code while the other one is just a chaos goblin. They would both feel a similar intensity and ambitions. I feel it would be compelling to explore how their values and actions clash but yet they intertwine, showing how each challenge strengthen the other. I have been big on duality, lately.

I feel that the dynamic between them would be layer with tension, where the other is constantly testing the limits of the other's values and beliefs. I think it would be fascinating to write about the complexities that they would feel glimpsing themself in the other character until they both have this begrudging respect of the other. I think it would bring out the strength and weaknesses of each other's traits.

Other than a vague sense of the characters I don't really have a plot or anything with them. I could even place it in the first half of Fantasy Worlds Collide, which is where my angel, demon, and angel of death original work is. Hm. Maybe, I'll use this concept for the Knight Commander Alexander and whoever his antagonist would be (since I haven't gotten it that far planned out).

[thelunarfairy]

Hey I LOVE your Yugi twins analysis post!! ( not because I like the toxicity/ incest I just think it’s a great analysis of tbhk) and I wanted to ask your opinion on a thing

Toilet Bound Hanako Kun as a series is a Gothic Romance

I’ve been going insane about because I’m a huge fan of the genre

( some examples: Crimson Peak ( movie), Jane Eyre, Dracula, Rebecca ( novel and movie), The Fall of The House of Usher, etc)

and I’m 100% convinced by now but I need validation

agree or disagree?

Oh! Thank you!! I'm happy to know you liked it :3

Yeah, I don't like incestuous relationships either, but if it's in the story we have to analyze it.

I don't know if this helps you, but here in my country, this anime is within this genre. Even if elsewhere it does not have this classification, the story itself leads to this path.

"How is the Gothic novel characterized? The Gothic novel is an essentially hybrid manifestation, a link between the novelistic and the novel in which an atmosphere of mystery, affliction and terror prevails."

There's a strange duality to the relationships in this series. If I were to ask you if you could name me any JSHK romantic relationships that are TOTALLY HEALTHY, could you name them for me?

Mitsuba x Kou It's not canonically romantic yet, but even before it is, Kou is aggressive and demanding of Mitsuba, not to mention that he puts Mitsuba's wants above his own. Mitsuba, on the other hand, demonstrated a desire for "death together", which Kou tried to do without hesitation. A guy tried to take his own life for someone else, and Mitsuba wanted to trap him in the PP arch along with him.

Aoi x Aoi Akane is extremely possessive, aggressive, jealous and intolerant. When I say intolerant I am referring to anyone who has a romantic interest in Aoi. He doesn't give her the power of choice, he simply decided that she is his. Traces of an EXTREMELY abusive and DANGEROUS relationship, yes, imminent risk of death. Many REAL LIFE cases start like this. Aoi is jealous of Akane's popularity (in terms of friendships), and doesn't think twice before impaling him.

Hanako x Nene It follows a fine line between Aoi x Aoi, the difference is that Hanako is not aggressive, BUT, he is vengeful. We constantly see him punishing Nene when she shows interest in other guys. He makes decisions about her life alone without consulting her and without allowing her to choose what is best for her or not. He is jealous, possessive, insecure and needy. Hanako would be able to kill Nene if he believed it was the best option for her. I don't need to mention the PP arc or the number six arc. Nene is a girl who tends towards disrespect, she flirts with other guys in front of Hanako, even though she is about to enter into a relationship with him.

This is just a SUPERFICIAL summary of the three main ships in the series. They all seem to want to culminate in tragedy, something that fits into the gothic genre.

Besides of course, the relationship between the twins, a mysterious and dark relationship, you can't follow this relationship without thinking that there is "something strange"

If we compare, for example, the relationship between Edward Elric and Alphonse, we see here a healthy and common relationship between brothers, with its ups and downs and with great brotherly love between them. Remembering that Edward's entire journey is dedicated to his younger brother. Ed made a mistake in the past and his younger brother suffered a serious consequence, Ed took responsibility and promised to solve the problem. They are together almost all the time and yet you clearly see that it is a healthy relationship.

Not in the case of twins. There's a strange ambiguity in what they consider "love", it doesn't feel like sibling love, and it's not ordinary love, it's something more obsessive, more… how can I say… suffocating? There's something I still can't see. It's not just "maybe it's incest" it's something more than that. Maybe one day I will be able to organize my ideas and think more clearly.

So yes, JSHK fits into this genre, it fits into many other things in this genre too, I only focused on relationships because you talked about the twins' relationship.

[jjungkookislife]

Sunday Drabble

pairing: bartender!jungkook x f. reader

genre: f2l, coworker au, fwb [18+]

summary: Jimin stops by your end of the bar for a chat, and accidentally reveals something he shouldn't have.

wc: 624

warnings: alcohol mention, mention of anxiety

date: August 1, 2023

The moment the back door opens, Hoseok is raising his head as he pauses counting the drawer. 

Yoongi leans over the railing on the second floor, rolling his eyes. 

“I was wondering when you’d show up,” he says with a grunt. “Though I should have known you were fucking when I spotted your cars.”

“Fuck off,” you grin, flipping Yoongi off as you head for the stairs. The door shuts behind you with a slam, automatically locking. Jungkook grins, following you up the stairs. 

“Yeah, yeah,” Yoongi waves you toward the locker room. “Get that stench off you and get to work. We open in thirty minutes.”

“Yes, sir!” You salute him, running off with Jungkook, giggling when he presses you to the wall to kiss you. 

Yoongi rolls his eyes, looking down at his husband, who shrugs and continues his task. At least you’d shown up somewhat on time. 

Jimin stops by the bar to say hello, a smirk on his lips when he sees you eyeing Jungkook. 

“You got a bit of drool right here,” Jimin teases as he presses his thumb into the corner of your mouth. You startle, stepping back and wiping your mouth as Jimin cackles. 

It’s a slow night, with a few people showing up for the half-priced drinks and Jungkook’s heavy hand. He smiles at a customer, his laughter following soon after as they place a twenty into his tip jar. 

“Fucker,” you curse at your friend, who grins proudly and looks over his shoulder. It’s pretty tame, with a few people here and there dancing, others sitting or standing at tables and a few standing by the bar chatting. 

“How was your pre-work romp?” He asks with a raised brow as you hand him a water bottle. 

“How do you know about that?” Your eyes widen as you quickly turn to glance at Jungkook, who is bopping his head to the beat of the song, filling a glass for another regular. 

Jimin pauses, confused. “Everyone knows about you two. Did you not know that?”

Jimin feels a little bad now. He only meant to tease playfully, not make you anxious. 

You clear your throat. “No, I didn’t. Jin and Joon too?”

Jimin nods solemnly, apologizing, but you shake it off. Besides, if the boss knew, it was bound to get around. It was hard to keep secrets in a small establishment, much less when you all formed friendships that went past work hours. You just didn’t like everyone knowing who you went to bed with at night.

“There’s no rule against it,” You shrug, cheeks still hot as you try to forget about it and plaster on a smile when a customer comes up to the bar. 

Jimin chugs his water, waiting for the customer to leave with their shots before leaning against the counter in front of you. 

“It’s no big deal. We all thought you were dating secretly,” he shrugs. “Not that it matters if you aren’t.”

“Thanks,” you wave him away as Jungkook approaches you with a sweet smile. People chat in front of you and Taehyung squeezes by with Hoseok after him. Another employee works the other side of the bar, giving you a minute to gather your thoughts and warn Jungkook of the info you just received. 

“They know we’re fucking,” you whisper-shout into his ear. 

His eyes widen in that cute way that has your heart doing somersaults. His pretty lips make an ‘o’ shape and you resist the urge to plant a huge kiss on him. 

Jungkook schools his shock, smirking. The duality makes your head spin as he places his tattooed hand on your lower back, his lips right by your ear. 

“Good, they should know you’re mine.”

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[zagreusx]

You wake to the sound of wood cracking and the acrid scent of smoke choking the air. The once-bustling docks of Hestia’s Cove are a warzone of fire and ash. Ships burn, their hulls cracked open and splintered as flames dance wildly across their timbers. Masts that once stood tall now bend and splinter like broken bones, tumbling into the sea below in a final, fiery collapse. The distant screams of the townspeople reach your ears - shouts of terror, cries of panic - while others are too stunned to move, paralyzed by the inferno consuming everything they once knew. 

You think, for a moment, is the city under attack again? 

Have the undead returned?

Your heart pounds in your chest as the heat presses against your skin, the flames licking at the wooden beams of nearby buildings, spreading quickly through the dockside shanties. You don’t know how you got here, but there’s no time to waste. You rush forward, tearing through the burning wreckage, hands scraping against hot, splintered wood as you try to pull people from the wreckage. Your breath is ragged, and the heat makes it hard to see, the smoke curling into your lungs, making it feel like the world itself is choking.

You find an elderly woman, her hair singed, her clothes already smoldering. Without thinking, you drag her away from the inferno, stumbling through the ash-choked streets to get her to safety. But when you look back, the fire has already claimed more. There are others - children, families - trapped in the chaos, desperate for help, their cries lost in the roar of the flames.

As the last embers of the docks fall to the sea, the fire’s fury dimming to embers and ash, you stare at the wreckage. The survivors you’ve saved, the lives you’ve tried to protect - they are all that remain. But your hands are covered in soot and ash. You look around, your pulse quickening, a sense of dread creeping over you.

A flash of clarity hits. You remember… nothing. No purpose, no reason, no understanding. Just the overwhelming sense that you started this. You set the fire. The destruction. The ruin. 

You could ask why, but you know. There’s a cost to those who sell their soul for power, whatever purpose you once held in the pattern, you gave it to Him.

Zagreus awoke to the docks of Hestia’s Cove in flames, many ships were lost, it was only in the aftermath that he realized he set the fire.

He'd done this before.

The genasi's hands had been privy to violence, to a purpose. He'd culled the undead, pushed demons down to the abyss from where they came, and bound them to his servitude in a way only a genasi could. He'd saved Hestia's Cove, while simultaneously giving it a chance to burn.

But with all things came duality, and that's exactly who Zagreus was. He was a hidden one, carving away at the rot that would find others, but it was still taking matters into his own hands. He'd become an assassin, had learned the art of stealth, of deceit, but this? This mass destruction.

Even now, as he kneeled on the docks of Hestia's Cove, covered in soot, in smoke, but remaining untouched by the fire – he knew. It greeted him like an old friend. A primal element, that bent and moved to his whim. He didn't remember, he didn't remember until now.

The genasi had moved, face devoid of emotions, of anything that would show that he cared about this place. While it was his home, he could always make another. He had money, he had nobility, he had a name. Privileged did not begin to cover it. But still, the genasi had a purpose, and the Dark One's purpose had won out.

Fire had always been his favorite. It was all consuming, like the genasi wished to be. He leaned into his primal feelings, to become one with everything that he could control. But that hadn't been enough.

The genasi stood, brushing the debris and the cinder off of his cloak. The woman was being seen to by a healer, and the Veridian could hear her speak to him as he walked away. He had done enough, but he couldn't let it bother him.

Hestia's Cove would rebuild, but perhaps he would simply burn it all down once more. His ties were becoming weaker and weaker to this place. Zagreus loved it, he wanted it to thrive, but he was not above the Dark One's will. He'd done it before, with the Red Hand's possible deaths, with the ring finding a new Vuldak – Zagreus would survive.

And when that coin came with his name on it, he'd be sure to strike first.