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reasonsforhope · 3 months

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hey i get what youre trying to say with the taylor swift post but as of a few days ago shes trying to sue a college student who posts her (publicly available) flight logs. she very much does not give a shit about her carbon emissions and she shouldn’t be celebrated for her mediocre attempts to seem climate-conscious

I get what you're saying, definitely. I also did actually know about the thing with the college student when I posted that, so I wanted to give some context about why I made that post:

First, I personally didn't view it as celebrating her so much as celebrating progress. I think that if we never acknowledge wins, we'll end up dispirited very quickly

Second, recognizing when people decide to be less shitty is, at least I think, an important carrot in the carrot-and-stick dynamic of using public opinion to influence public figures

Lastly - and this may well be an unpopular opinion - but I don't actually hold her actions re: the college student against her

Why?

Well, for one, it was a cease and desist letter, not an attempted lawsuit. A cease and desist letter isn't legally binding, nor is it the start of a lawsuit - it's more like she's Putting Him On Notice. A cease and desist order can be followed by a lawsuit, if it's ignored, but it doesn't initiate one. Likely Taylor Swift will try several other steps of resolution before actually telling her lawyers to sue this guy, if only because the headlines would Not look good (x, x)

But more than that, I don't hold it against her because when Taylor Swift says that it's a matter of life and death for her, I believe that's very true.

Like, don't get me wrong, I'm not mad about her flight data being up either. And I'm not particularly a fan of Taylor Swift

But I also think that if I had to read through the rape and death threats she gets on an almost-certainly-daily basis, I'd want to vomit.

And I think that was true before Trump and his minions got obsessed with the idea that she's the keystone in the next Biden-election-stealing Pentagon psyops plot. Now - especially in the days right before the Superbowl, when this alleged conspiracy is supposed to happen - I don't even want to think about the brutality of the threats she's receiving

(For anyone going "Uh, wtf?" about the MAGA Superbowl Taylor Swift conspiracy thing, yes, I hate to inform you that it's A Whole Thing. More info here: x, x, x, x, x, x)

Taylor Swift does have stalkers, and now she has a bunch of MAGA paramilitary conspiracy theorists absolutely furious with her. If I were her, I'd want to do every single thing I could to keep information on my movements and in-the-moment location off the internet, too

tl;dr: I don't necessarily think she cares about the environment, but I'm not mad at her for sending a cease and desist letter because I think without her extensive security, she would be in real danger now, including possibly danger of being killed by armed MAGA conspiracy theorists

You're allowed to be mad at her and dislike her (obviously!), you're allowed to totally disagree with my attitude toward the cease and desist. I just wanted to share my rationale for including the post (and it is something I went back and forth on tbh)

#Anonymous #ask #me #taylor swift #celebrities #private jets #planes #cw rape mention #cw vomit mention #cw stalking #sidenote I'm really not sure why “she's going to endorse Joe Biden at the Superbowl” counts as a conspiracy theory #much less worth KILLING HER over #but they're straight up going on about her being an official asset for pentagon psyops #so #apparently it is #edited quickly to reflect the fact that she's accused of being a pentagon psyop asset #not a deep state member #literally only because she's not in any kind of official political anything I'm sure

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yxami · 1 year

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Hi can i request a yandere gangster one shot (maybe more than one if u like it)?

Also idk why but i kinda imagine timothy olyphant whenever i read a gangster or mafia sorta fic so can you maybe use him as the face claim?

I’m gonna assume you meant Timothy Olyphant in his prime as face claim so I did that! Also I don’t know anything about him so I hope the generic gangster worked well enough.

Description: yandere gangster x reader, dark themes, pretty short, possessiveness, mentioned killing and stalking, flirty gangster, nervous reader. Not that long but if anyone wants to see more him I’ll continue it.

Bright ash from a cigarette was flicked onto the ground and extinguished from a large shoe. The chatter of intimidating husky voices were shared until it only became one. Despite all of this warnings, you continued on into this risky alley way.

Your eyes met another pair with the only remaining man there. He was a tall man. His dark hair blended in with the dark atmosphere, he had some growing stubble on his lower face and mustache area. He was attractive but you could tell he was a dangerous guy from what you’ve seen of him the past few weeks.

“Hmm? What brought you here again? Do you need someone else to disappear?” He flashed a familiar smile that made your heart pump more blood then it had to.

“Uhm.. no i just wanted to see you” You grabbed onto the side of your pants, trying to calm your racing heart. He could tell you were nervous, he just wondered why. Was it his looks? Or was it the creepy dark aura of the alleyway?

“Really? That’s adorable, what did you want to see me about?” He got close to you instead of leaning on the wall. You could smell a smoky aroma to him but it was addicting rather than suffocating.

“I asked you to uhm.. kill my coworker but there was two including her that were killed. Did you accidentally kill two? I only paid for one and I can only afford that..” You wiped your sweaty palms against your pants. You were nervous that he was going to demand that you pay for two.

You only wanted one dead! That was because she was rude to everybody in the workplace. She had relentlessly bullied you and gotten away with it! The other co worker that was killed would always poke fun at you too but it wasn’t as severe as her so you didn’t care.

“Oh you meant that other girl? Hmm, let’s just say it’s a two for one deal. Don’t worry about it” He smirked but there was definitely something dangerous about it.

“But.. why? I didn’t ask for her!” You accidentally raised your voice. You didn’t mean to, you were just so confused.

“Listen baby, if I tell you not to worry about it, don’t” He got closer to you and now you were against the other side of the alley way. You were flustered under his piercing stare. His brown eyes looked black under the shadows of this place.

“Okay! Just don’t kill anymore? That’s all I needed” You were nervous to emphasize on not killing anymore but you only wanted her dead! You were scared attention was going to be drawn to you.

He laughed finding it humorous that you asked him to not kill anymore. He was going to kill anyone he wanted to if it meant you were safe and you were gonna be his and only his.

“You’re adorable baby, I wish I could keep you as my little pet forever” He put his hands across your head and had you trapped against the wall.

“What I would do for you to be mine. I wish you knew how crazy I was for you.”

His sudden intense confessions made you more tense, you felt like a mouse by the way he trapped you against the wall. What were you supposed to do? Why did this guy even want you? You had only known him for a few weeks!

If only you knew this man had been stalking you and watching your every move. Waiting until you came to him for the relentless bullying you got. He knew that he was known to get rid of people. He was just waiting for you to find out about him.

Originally, he was going to kill those fucking pests that bothered you everyday. But he wanted to be your knight in shining armor, the man who saved you from your enemies, the gangster did your bidding for the right price. One you would keep going back to when you needed more! Sure it wasn’t the most ideal way to meet you but it still worked! You came back and back!

“I don’t understand.. you love me? Why?” You felt the wet wall dampen your clothes, the coldness made you shiver. It’s not like you weren’t already squirming under his close proximity.

“Why wouldn’t I?? The first time I saw you I wanted to keep you forever, to have you to myself, to protect you from those fucking bastards.” His low husky voice made goosebumps pop up.

“I didn’t know.. you were into me like that! It’s not a bad thing! I mean I think you’re very attractive! It’s just.. I don’t want you killing anymore people” You rambled as much as he let you.

“I won’t kill anymore if I don’t need to, I just need you in my arms..” He mumbled caressing your face.

“I’m sure you don’t need to. I’m open to a date or two! I just want to get to know you more before anything” You blushed under his hand touching your cheek. You wondered if he could feel the heat radiating off of you despite the coldness of this place.

“Hmm, you’re right. I should’ve asked you on a date before confessing.. Alright! Tomorrow I’ll pick you up for that date and then you can get to know all about me” He lowered his hand and backed up. Giving you space to leave even though he wanted you near him.

“Okay here’s my address.. and my number when you can pick me up”

“I don’t need any of that, I already know it” He smiled at you as if it was common knowledge to know your address.

“I- uhm alright? See you tomorrow then!” You were confused on how he knew your address? He must really stalk you all the time if he knew! You were out of the alley way and started walking to your house. Lost in thought about the whole situation..

Did you just make the biggest mistake of your life?

#yandere #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #gn reader #male yandere #pls request #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #stalking #gangster x reader #gang member x reader #killing mention #manipulation #eamonmyoc

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hot-sad-moms-near-u · 1 month

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Another update:3

Hopefully yall know what's up with these fandom deepcuts

#miraculous ladybug au #miraculous ladybug x killing stalking au #killing stalking #mlb au #horror au #fandom #18+ au #lighting scene mentioned #🌩⚡️🌩🌩⚡️RRRRAA

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envy-of-the-apple · 1 year

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Yandere!Illumi Zoldyck x Reader

I haven’t written my man in soo longg. i claim to be an illumi stan but i only have like two fics for the guy. im so sorry illumi your dead fish eyes are the only eyes for me i swear. Highly inspired by this drabble made by flamingtrash. The way bestie writes illumi just lamenting just sends chills down my spine.

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(Warnings: Yandere, stalking, murder, more stalking, planning to murder, mentions of suicide)

Kill the husband, do whatever you want to the wife.

His mission is one of the simpler ones. He considers this busy work. His target is a regular civilian, a break from the numerous other assassins, hit-men, nen-users he typically was hired to do.

Still, Illumi takes his time, because every target deserves his vigilance, his dedication. It wouldn’t be right to just finish and go. He offers each life respect.

He remembers the reason why your husband has to die. Bribery, company theft, among many other things. The men who wanted him gone needed for him to disappear completely, not a trace of him left behind.

He has a feeling you wouldn’t go away just as easily.

It was a love marriage. You two met right after you graduated college, and it bloomed from there. Coffee dates, light night strolls, candlelight dinners. Domestic activities.

You loved your husband. Though Illumi isn’t intimate with the feeling, it’s clear to anyone who’s willing to watch. You’d been married for years, yet you still get so flustered at the mention of him. Twiddling thumbs, nervous laughter.

Your husband loves you too. Maybe just as much. He’s not as quick to show it. He’s close to inheriting the company from his father. He has a lot of work to do. It’s probably why he’s doing so many gray things. Your husband is stressed. He knows one day this will all catch up to him.

That day came when Illumi was handed 20 million jennies and a picture.

He watches because making it look like an accident is much harder to accomplish than it sounds. He considers pinning the blame on you, before he discards the thought. Insufficient.

But you really did love your husband. He isn’t usually so interested in his target’s marital affairs but he thinks he admires your loyalty. You’re so loving to him. Despite the busy lives you two lead, you manage to still think about him.

Like today, when you’re setting up the breakfast table. You place two bowls, despite the fact your husband’s still asleep in the bed you two share.

He’s been busy lately, constantly running from meeting to meeting. After a bit of scouting Illumi realizes that he’s only ever in two places: at the office, or in bed with you. Sometimes, just twice since Illumi has been observing, your husband crawls into a dark alley, filled with underdwellers, whispering about their latest schemes. He barely has time for breakfast.

A routine is being set in place. You make two plates, continuing to bustle away in the kitchen as you wait for him. He’ll leave in a hurry, as he always does, yelling out a ‘bye darling’ before slamming the door shut. You’ll come out of the kitchen a few minutes later to see the bowls untouched, and then you’ll frown. Like you always do.

And that worries Illumi because when your husband is gone and if you start putting together the pieces: always rushing everywhere, constantly being stressed, not eating breakfast anymore. He’d rather you be in the dark. He’d rather not waste his time killing you too. He wants you to play the part he set out to you; the heartbroken wife wondering how her husband could do this to himself when he was always so happy.

Today, Illumi decides to intervene when your husband leaves like that for the fifth day in a row. You hadn’t even realized the intruder when he casually steps into the dining room, too busy in the kitchen. He decides to dispose of your husband’s bowl in the bushes, where the stray cats can have their fill. It’s clean when Illumi drops the dish back to its place on the table.

You come out a few minutes later when Illumi safely retracts to his usual hiding spot. He watches you keenly, noting the perceived disappointment you have on your face like you’re already preparing yourself.

And then you stop, staring at the empty bowl.

A soft smile adorns your face. Your eyes crinkle.

You look so happy, as you sit down, eating your own breakfast. It confuses him, just how happy a small action made you.

It didn’t matter. This was good. If he kept this up, your husband’s demise would be a heartbroken tragedy, rather than suspected foul play. He shouldn’t be bothered by the details.

Days later, he still thinks about your smile.

He watches you more than he does his target.

Illumi can’t help himself. You’re so distracting. He doesn’t understand why. He should have been done with this mission weeks ago but he’s still here because he can’t understand you.

You’re normal by any standard. Completely average. You work a desk job, and come back home when you get off the clock. You have normal friends. You have a normal family. Nothing you do should surprise him.

But you do, nearly every day. He realizes you have these faces you show to others. Towards your co-workers, you’re polite and resigned. People who you’re closer to, family, close friends, your husband, you’re more sincere. You smile more. It’s fascinating to watch you switch depending on who you interact with.

It shouldn’t matter because everyone has different faces. Everyone does this, this is basic socialization in regard to his targets. You aren’t special.

Sometimes, Illumi catches himself wondering what face you would show him if you two ever met.

You’re so disgustingly normal as you sit in the living room of your house, watching a TV show he hardly cares about. You don’t seem to care either, more interested in babbling on the phone to your friend about some nonsense at work.

He should just kill you off too. It would be easier, less work on his part. It’s not like his clients care about what he does with you. You are an anomaly, but in the grand scheme of things, you are dispensable, irrelevant to his job. You won’t matter.

You shouldn’t matter.

You’re clumsy, it’s a common trait Illumi has noticed. You show your skill off almost every day. Take this moment, for instance, as you get up, you nearly drop your phone, catching it in the knick of time. You laugh to your friend about it in relief and Illumi thinks you wouldn’t be a good fit within his family. He strangely doesn’t mind your helplessness, however.

He catches himself again. He curses. He really should just kill you.

It’d be so easy to, it’s not like you made it hard. You don’t have any combat experience, you don’t even realize he’s there, right behind you, watching you work away in the kitchen as you continue to talk to your friend in utter obliviousness.

He’s close enough to smell your perfume.

When you turn, he’s back in his perch, onlooking the window. As usual, you don’t spot any evidence of the stranger being in your home, close enough to touch you. You continue stirring away a dish, still on the phone.

He really should just kill you.

Illumi thinks your friends serve their purpose.

Since he is unable to interrogate you, your friends do it for him. They get you drunk in the restaurant you three had booked weeks ago, tipsy on a strain of alcohol he’d barely consider strong. It’s enough to spill your deepest secrets he could never uncover himself. A childhood past files could never tell him.

Your friend makes a comment about how the kid version of you would probably be scandalized at how you turned out. A slurred laugh bubbles out of your lips. Illumi thinks it’s the prettiest sound he’s ever heard.

“You sound just like my husband,” You say with mirth. Your friend frowns.

“Speaking of him…are the two of you okay? He didn’t show up to the dinner party last week.” Your husband hadn’t. Instead, he’d left you alone while he went to go and make more blood money. You frown, like you’re remembering it too.

“Yeah,” You murmur, “He’s been busy lately. It’s something at work.”

“Has he been specific?” Another friend presses. You look pensive.

“Not really,” You respond. They frown at eachother, casting a knowing look.

“Stop,” You say, your voice losing all humor, “It’s not like that. You two think so lowly of him. He’s not that kind of man.” And it’s true. Your husband doesn’t cheat. He bribes and launders instead.

“He’s been…really tired lately. He sleeps like a rock all night, but in the morning it looks like he hadn’t even gotten a wink. His eye bags have eye bags.” You frown, taking another sip of your drink. “I always feel so guilty, like I should be doing something.”

“Have you tried speaking to him about it?” One asks.

You smile without mirth.

“He doesn’t talk to me. Sometimes-sometimes I feel like he really wants to, but is afraid to, which is so stupid. It’s like he doesn’t know that I’ll love him no matter what he does.”

Illumi believes you. He really does. He suddenly realizes that if your husband admitted everything he’s been doing right now; you’d forgive him, you’d accept him, you’d still love him.

You’re so loyal to him. Only him. Even when your husband doesn’t really deserve it, it was love. True love.

That’s why he was so drawn to you. He wanted a wife just like you. Hell, if he had a perfect wife, he’d launder, and bribe, and steal to keep you too.

He leaves after that. The mystery was solved. He could finally complete his mission.

He wastes no time getting to your home, getting to his target.

Killing the man was easy. Illumi barely breaks a sweat. Your husband is dead, and at his feet, within seconds.

Then he waits.

He waits for you to come home, he waits for you to see the scene. He decides that he’ll let you grieve for thirty seconds. Half a minute, before he breaks your neck, and then you’ll join your beloved.

He isn’t usually so gracious, but he feels indebted to you. He’s grateful that you showed him that something like this exists. Utter devotion. He wants someone like you in his life. Someone who will smile and laugh and be intertwined with him, forever.

He’ll pay it back by giving you time with your husband. It’s the least he can do.

The door clicks an hour later. He patiently waits. Waits for you to see your lover, waits for you to scream, waits for you to see him. He’ll give you thirty seconds. Just thirty seconds.

Forty-five seconds pass.

Your eyes meet his first.

You smile.

“Hey.”

You’re intoxicated. He can smell the wine from your lips as you stumble forward, lightly tripping on your heels. He’s close enough that you fall into him. He could have moved away, avoiding your clumsy body, letting you fall on a heap to the floor.

He’s never minded your clumsiness.

Illumi stays, gently pressing his fingertips into your shoulders, stabilizing you. You’re so soft under his touch. Delicate. He’s suddenly afraid a single move might snap you in half.

You laugh, and although your voice is heavy with alcohol, it’s so light and free. You look at him, really really look at him. Your eyes are glimmering and he’s wondering if the night sky itself was etched into your eyes.

“My hero,” You say so so lovingly and it clicks.

You think he’s your husband.

Why else would you be so happy? You can’t see him that well, not with your poor eyesight, an average human’s ability. Not when you’re so drunk off of the sweet wine he can practically taste from your lips.

You don’t see the dead body right at your feet. You just see Illumi.

Still, he doesn’t pull away. You don’t either, choosing to wrap your arms around his waist, drawing him closer. You’re so warm. You fit perfectly against his body.

If he presses himself any closer, if he brings his hand up, right by your neck, and squeezes just so slightly, he’d be able to feel all of you. The blood pumping in your veins, sending oxygen, nutrients, everything that keeps you here. You’re alive. You aren’t dead, not yet. That’s why you’re so warm, not a cold corpse.

He thinks he prefers you this way.

“Sorry I was so late,” You’re slurring your words, but he understands them anyway, “I hadn’t seen the girls in a while. Hope you’re not too mad.”

He doesn’t reply. You don’t seem to care, pressing up against him again. It feels so intimate, he’s not used to this. For once, in the many years he’s lived without doubt, he’s stuck.

You managed to do that to him. Disarm him. You are surely the most dangerous opponent he’s had to face.

You’re pulling away, a pout on your lips.

“I knew it, you are mad,” You sigh, “Is there any way you can forgive me? Maybe…”

You don’t finish your sentence, pressing up, messily pressing your warm lips to his. He’s kissed before, he’s not unnerved to the notion of touch, contact.

But he can taste the ambrosia on your tongue. It’s addictive.

“Sorry,” You whisper when you pull away. He doesn’t want you to. “I’m sorry.”

You’re looking at him again, and your eyes are simmering, smoldering with a feeling that looks so dirty. You’re looking at him with absolute adoration and he strangely feels like he’s about to break.

“You forgive me, right?”

He makes his decision when you intertwine your hand in his, leading him to your bedroom. He makes sure you avoid stepping over your husband, guiding you away from the body. You’re giggling in his arms, caressing his hands. His face.

Why would he give a fuck about having someone like you when he could just have you?

When you reach to turn on the bedroom light he’s quick to intervene, pinning you against the bed. Your intoxicated mind is eager to forget, clumsily reciprocating.

He reaffirms his decision when he bites your neck, hearing you moan and writhe beneath him.

He’ll keep you. After all, he’s worked so hard over these years. He deserves an award.

You’ll love him, the same way you loved your husband, the rotting corpse he hopes will burn somewhere far far away from you two.

And if you don’t. That’s okay too. Illumi has more than enough love to go around.

#dark content #yandere illumi zoldyck x reader #Dark Illumi Zoldyck #yandere #x reader #stalking #murder #Illumi laments about killing you a lot #he's just shy i swear #hired gun #suicide mention #implied dubcon #delusion #yandere hxh

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studyingfornclex · 6 months

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Would anyone be interested in reading the essay I wrote about the romanticization of abuse and sexism in LGBTQIA manhwa and manga?

Edit: posted it

#yaoi #yaoi manhwa #yaoi bl #yaoi manga #essay #in this essay i will #cw sexism #cw sa implied #jinx manhwa #killing stalking is mentioned and so is jinx so tagging them ig #killing stalking #Wrote this while procrastinating

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bloody-wonder · 2 months

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Top five mangas?? 👀👀

thanks i'm gonna include manhwa too tho bc i read it more often :)

semantic error made me unlock hitherto undreamt of levels of fun that can best be compared to the profound enjoyment a hetero woman experiences when watching a really good self-indulgent romcom. i previously thought i'm only into exceptionally fucked up bl but this manhwa taught me i'm not above very basic romance if it's well-written, hilarious and sexy and frames weirdness as something that can be appealing and awaken desires

killing stalking was the first bl manhwa i ever read and what an introduction to the genre it was! it's very good but very dead dove do not it so i wouldn't rec it to just anyone. for me, it was very fun binging the whole thing overnight bc why sleep when you can instead plunge deep into the darkest corners of human psyche while scrolling cartoons

twittering birds never fly has the audacity to maintain that slowburn since *checks wikipedia* 2011?? what the fuck?! if semantic error is a romcom twittering birds is a soap opera with no end in sight - and it has me in a chokehold. yashiro is one of the most characters of all time, i hope he admits his feelings for doumeki sometime before i turn 50 but it's still fun to watch him get into increasingly dramatic situations in order to avoid doing just that lol

painter of the night is just self-indulgent. i don't think the plot is any good at all and i don't particularly like the main character but i'm sufficiently compensated for these flaws by the historical setting and yoon seungho. the joseon period costumes are just so fun to look at - at one point i went down a rabbit hole researching those fascinating gat hats. more bl should be set in the past tbh but it probably takes more time and research for the creators. and yoon seungho is just your classic bad boy you want to fix and do in fact fix. the drrrrama of it tho!

the cornered mouse dreams of cheese / the carp on the chopping block jumps twice is probably the least well-known on this list? this short two volume manga was recced to me by a friend and i really liked it bc it features a protag struggling with his sexuality in a way that to me read very aro. it's also about the quarter-life crisis so. all the themes very near and dear to my heart lol

#book tag #i got another ask just like this so i hope you can see the answer anon #ik there are more historical bl manga/manhwa out there so give me recs please if you know some good ones #ooku is on my 2024 tbr #the honorable mentions that didn't make the list:#the pawn's revenge (killing stalking but less fucked up)#here u are (semantic error but not as good and sexy)#love or hate (this is for if you really like soap opera and juicy drama)#just recently read the summer hikaru died and it has great potential but i can't tell for sure till the whole story is out #it's definitely the most creative out of all of these #there's also this ace manga i want to check out - i want to be a wall

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theshadowrealmitself · 5 months

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Me: Okay, gotta go to sleep so I can wake up early and continue stressing over finals, so I’m gonna think calm scenarios with low stakes to fall asleep to

Me: Like…an older captain having a crush on a younger crewmate that wasn’t even ranked high enough to be on the bridge, so the captain of course never said or did anything about the crush, staying completely professional the entire time, but now they don’t work together anymore

Me: And now the captain is wondering if they should pursue a relationship with them, because they aren’t currently working on the same ship anymore, but the captain is still ranked higher then them overall, and then there’s the issue with the age gap, it’s not really a big one, but it’s still There™️

Me: And several other crewmembers have joked about seeing the captain as a parent figure because they act so professional and competent and dependable and stuff that it just makes the captain come across as way older and oh god what if the crewmate is just horrified to find out the captain has a crush on them??

Me: And they’re wondering if they should just not pursue anything, especially since the crewmate has recently accepted to go on a date with another person, but they also kinda don’t wanna give up because getting to hang out with that crewmate more in non-work settings (cause most of the crew stayed in contact and constantly meet up to hang out) has made their infatuation grow, so they quietly and indecisively pine

My brain, for some goddamn reason: Mhm, and then, it turns out that person the crewmate agreed to go on a date with, is actually a huge creep trying to stalk their poor ex using the crewmate as a coverup (claiming to innocently be on a date, totally unknowing the ex would be there (lies)), so not only is the date really crappy, but because this creep isn’t actually listening to what the crewmate is saying, they tune them out about their deadly allergies

Brain: And then to seem like a good date to keep the coverup going, they stop by a flower shop (still stalking their ex, the crewmate isn’t aware of that, but is aware this date sucks and is trying to think of how to politely leave) rushes in, and then comes out and shoves a bouquet into the crewmate’s face as a “thoughtful” gift, and it’s the flowers they just mentioned being extremely allergic to-

#no fandom #humans #surprisingly no one mentioned in this post is an alien #there is some but they’re side characters #wasn’t sure how one of them (like maybe the captain) being an alien would add to the dynamic #was thinking about it but I was like ‘what kind of alien would even fit with them?’#anyways #my stupid fucking brain. that isn’t low stakes. I’m trying to SLEEP #conversations between me and my brain #still not sure what the age gap should actually be #not something huge especially since I’m imagining the crewmate as 23 #but enough where it does feel a bit like a gap and may make a power imbalance seem bigger #if you wanna know what happens with the flower stuff #my brain has decided that because the stalking creep is also an officer of the organization #that the situation gets pushed to the higher ups and now it’s like a court case where the crewmate is like:#’this was obviously an attempt on my life!! I just said this flower would kill me check the tapes from that area!!’#and the stalking creep is stuck trying to figure out how to defend themselves without mentioning that their focus was on their ex #because they’re a creep #hmmm I think they should get hit with a space restraining order at minimum and can’t be anywhere in the area #which helps out the poor ex who’s blissfully unaware of this and now doesn’t have to worry about this creep anymore

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just-antithings · 8 months

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Recently saw antis that were into Killing Stalking and Hannigram and going on about how they love their toxic yaoi, but still yelling that proshippers and horny people shouldn't interact. Only their echo chamber of problematique, I guess.

#mod erin #ask #just anti things #image #killing stalking mention

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lunaekalenda · 2 years

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Any spare head-canons or scenarios for a needy Ren? 🥺🤲 Like maybe him waiting for you to come home from work dressed in nothing but your shirt and clinging to your pillows because it smells like you? Desperately rutting his hips into your bedsheets because your scent is everywhere and he just found your laundry? Whining out his Angel’s name over and over again because he needs them so bad? I’m down horrendous for him and its honestly embarrassing XD

of course, of course! thanks for asking and sorry for the wait! i'm also down bad don't worry it's normal

nsfw under the line · obsession, stalking, possessiveness, yandere behavior · be aware.

· there isn't a moment he hates more than when you have to leave the nice apartment he got when you both started dating. even when he keeps his old apartment, and you didn't care to sleep on it, as little as it was, probably because Ren has something on that flat you shouldn't see. And also, from where will he spy you whenever you go back home?

· If the case is you leaving to sleep at home and clean the apartment you're still paying and in which you pass some nights, with Ren or without him, it's easy. He still has all those little hidden cams and, with a quick walk to his old flat, he can have you again in front of the cam, changing clothes, after showering, and his favorite: missing him.

· If you're leaving for work, that's a whole new world. He doesn't have cams at your workplace -yet- and still, he finds new and creative ways to keep you clear-cut on his mind. First, he has all the audiovisual content he has been collecting since he discovered your apartment number. Pics, videos and audios from the most diverse types and only one purpose: make him hard.

· If he had to rank all the things he has from you, he would definitely put first your first time together. Just hearing you moan his name while his fingers tickle with the memory of you clenching around them makes his eyes shine with lust and his voice break with desire.

· In any ways, it's also common to find him wearing your clothes, specially, your t-shirts. Some of them are too loose for him, some too little, but he still hugs them and takes them to his nose with his eyes closed, imagining you're already there, with him, and not in that stupid work where he has no way to enter.

· He doesn't know how many co-workers you have, how many of them are attractive, how many of them flirt with you. Maybe some are too touchy and maybe some too flirty, but it isn't anything that can't be fixed. Just tell him, and he'll be more than glad to make those hands useless and cut those tongues off so his angel won't get those problems at work anymore and, hopefully, with an example, everyone in the department, no, in the whole company, will learn what happens when you try to touch his angel.

· But, in anyway, he spends most of the time admiring your pics together, remembering the date you had last week or admiring and kissing the ring you bought each other after a couple months together.

· The first hours are pretty easy: he watches a couple videos, probably touches himself to them, cleans the mess he leaves after and daydreams about you and him, and the perfect future both of you are gonna have if you stay by his side, because there isn't anything he wants to avoid more than killing you. Don't obligate him, angel, it's really easy. Why wouldn't you stay with someone who loves you this deep?

· If you're late, he stalks your social apps profiles and also your GPS location - it's not his fault that you sleep leaving the mobile phone so accesible and with a bunch of easy passwords.- He isn't more than a worried boyfriend. Why are you late? Maybe something happened to you... Maybe you're with someone while he waits for you at home.

· Other times, he makes chores. He helps with everything he can, and you can't agree more on how lucky you are for having such an attentive and helper boyfriend by your side. He insists on doing the laundry almost every day, even when you have warned him a couple times because some of your panties - specially, thongs. - have been missing for a while. Ren promises always to search them harder, thinking the washing machine might probably have a hole that makes your panties and only your panties disappear.

· Even when he washes his own underwear, socks and bras, you don't find suspicious that the only things missing are your panties. Ren likes to keep anything that strongly smells like you, usually, with kinky purposes: Likes to touch himself with your t-shirts on, to put them between his teeth to get the scent closer; to improvise a flesh-light with your pillow, the one you use for your pretty face, and your bedsheets, that still keep the smell of your gel; to wrap your underwear around his cock and to use it for his own pleasure. There are little things he enjoys, solo fun with you in mind.

· Already at night, your absence is unbearable for him. He calls you at the exact hour your turn finishes and sends you messages to know he should go and pick you up. Gets happy as a puppy whenever you text him a selfie for his private collection with the caption "I'm way home!"; but also get irremediably sad whenever you delay because of extra work. Sometimes, that sadness just makes him wait for you on the couch, pouting as your name escapes from his mouth.

· Other times, it makes him a little angry, but nothing that will transcend after putting you against the first surface he finds and remembering you that there's a boyfriend who loves his angel very much and waits for their return everyday to find them being late. Making him wait. But no worry at all, angel. Starting tomorrow, you'll probably keep a mic and a cam on so he can make sure you're being productive and not leaving him, alright?

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