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Look at that cute baby boy. (He would definitely insult me and then murder me but it's okay đĽ°đđ)

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@aimitheweeb
Back in my dandy Mott loving era.
My user now lives up to what it's called đ
Look at that cute baby boy. (He would definitely insult me and then murder me but it's okay đĽ°đđ)
Stranger, Lover. (Dandy Mott Imagine)
Imagine being a person on the streets, and finding yourself watching a Freakshow through the peek's of the tent.....
Scared And Red [Dandy Mott]
Angst / fluff
Being Dandy's favourite servant always came with pros and cons. Possibly the biggest con, was Gloria rotting away 6 feet under and having to be by Dandy's side 24/7 now.
Request by the wonderful @davrosfan23 !! Thank you for this <3 I missed writing for my insane boy. (If you're part of my taglist pls let me know if I can continue tagging you in Dandy fics!)
No one's perspective
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Never Leave Me Again [Dandy Mott]
Fluff
Dandy hated it when you left the house, even more so with his car so he couldn't even catch up to you. If it was up to him he'd keep you in his playroom forever.
2025 re-write of my first ever fanfic. The original can be read here! I love this fanfic so much, it means a lot to me that this started this whole thing. So, I had to <33
Please reblog if possible!! It would mean a lot to me and I would appreciate every single interaction đ
No one's perspective
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oh how i mourn the old ahs freak show era with dandy mott
a gift for a friend of mine
Hallucination
Okay @grymrayven, thanks for the inspo pic! This was really hard and I hope I did it justice.
Jareth x Female Reader
Warnings: 18+ but nothing explicit. Forced marriage.
Summary | Youâre dreaming⌠arenât you?
A fire snaps and pops, giving you some relief from the dark and cold room. You arenât sure how you found yourself here, in this castle, let alone in a place that you swear is a fever dream. No amount of pinching yourself or blinking does any good.
You know heâll be back.
For now, you pace your room, pausing by the fire to warm your skin and take the chill off. You arenât sure who lit it. Maybe it was him or the grubby servants that seem to follow him everywhere, giving small grunts when you had tried to get their attention when youâd heard them outside the heavy door.
You try to forget how quickly heâd entered your room, giving you a curious look like you were something to be studied under glass, lifting your chin up to inspect your features.
âPretty,â he had said, his thumb brushing against your lip before he raised an eyebrow. âYouâll do.â
Before you had even had a chance to ask what he meant, he had left the room in a flourish. Hurried footsteps had followed.
Coming Home To You..
Summary: Jareth had a long day dealing with goblins and ruling over the Underworld.. When he's finally able to retire for the night he finds relief in you over and over again
Work count: 905
Warnings: Smut with zero plot, overstimulation, praise, P in V sex, soft dom Jareth, very slight choking, aftercare, Jareth is actually really sweet about it ngl..
A/N: I've never written smut before so please keep that in mind!! Constructive criticism is appreciated!!
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You knew Jareth had a rough day when he walked into your shared room. His face was scrunched up in that sour way that told you he was in a foul mood. And the moment his sharp eyes landed on you, sitting in the massive bed in a pretty blue slip, freshly out the bath, hair still damp.. You knew you were in for it.Â
"So beautiful.." Jareth pants out, watching his cock move in and out of your slick, aching pussy. So pretty, how you gripped onto him with each pass, as if trying to pull him right back in with each glide out. You were so fucked out. Hair a mess from him tugging on it, face flushed as the most pathetic little noises slipped passed your lips. You don't know how long you two have been going at it.. Probably hours now.. All you know was that he just wouldn't stop.
But how could he?? With the way your hips rolled to meet his thrusts, and the sight of you all sprawled out and wanting beneath him. Your body was trembling as he picked up pace again, a ragged moan escaping you.
"Mm.. You can come one more time for me? Yeah?" Jareth purred, moving one of your legs to rest on his shoulder as he sat back on his hatches. Your breath hitched, looking up at him with glossed over eyes. He was so beautiful.. Hauntingly so. His long, choppy hair sliding down his shoulders and chest, sticking to his sweat slick skin that glistened in the candle light. If it wasn't for the burning ache in your gut, you would have probably came again from the sight of him alone.Â
"No.. no, its t'much" You protested, the words slurred and whimpering when he didn't stop. You attempted to press your palm to his taunt abdomen, to push him away- But he simply tsked.
He gently grabbed your hand, pinning it next to your head as he blanketed himself over your trembling form, "Come on.. You can do it, m'love.. You wanted this.. Practically begged for it, darling." He teased, pressing a kiss to your flushed cheek and then another to just under your ear. His free hand slid up from your hip, coming to grip your throat, giving it a slight squeeze, "Come or I'll have to force it our of you.." The purr made a shiver go down your spine and heat straight down to your cunt, that he was still abusing with his unwavering tempo.
"i-i can't.." Your voice wavered, tears pricking your eyes as overstimulation started to set in. He shushed you, kissing you tears before licking them from your cheeks
"Shh.. It's alright my dear, you're doing so so good... Just one more time. I know you can do it.." He encouraged, his hand going from your throat down your sternum, past your taunt stomach, to the apex of your thighs. He rubbed your swollen clit, making your hips jolt and a cry escape you.
"jareth- J-Jareth-" You chanted his name, biting at your bottom lip as you felt that all too familiar feeling building it up inside you. The pleasure was white hot, having you withering and sobbing beneath his skilled movements. He continued to coo at you, telling you how good you were being for him as he continued his assault on your pussy.Â
It only took a few more well timed chants of his hips and rubs to your clit, and you were crying out his name for the umpteenth time, back arching off the silk sheets and eyes rolling back into your skull. Jareth grunted, feeling your walls clench around his achingly hard cock, no longer able to hold back any longer. With a moan, he slammed his hips to your one last time, hips shuddering and grinding as he filled you up.Â
After a moment, the two of your slumped against each other, Jareth's face buried in the crook of your neck as the two of you tried to regain your breath. He pressed open mouthed kisses to your throat, tasting the salt of your skin.Â
As the minutes ticked by, he lifted his head, looking down at you with concerned eyes "..Are you alright?" He asked, voice rough.
You simply nodded, and he did the same, leaning in to press a tender kiss to your lips.
Slowly, almost reverently, he moved from you, slipping on of your well used pussy with a grunt. He left the bed, taking his warmth with him. You shuddered, wrapping you arms around yourself to fight the chill.Â
When he came back, he has a wash cloth in his hand. He gently settled beside you before wiping away the sticky mess between your trembling thighs. He wiped once, folding the rag, and then wiped away the mess of your inner thighs. Once he was finished, he tossed the now dirty cloth aside, moving to lay on the plush bed.Â
Jareth grabbed your waist, tugging you to lay against his lean frame, tucking you head beneath his chin. You snuggled against him, the both of you sighing contently. No words were spoken between you. Not any sweet nothings, or questions of concern. There was no need for them.
Slowly, the two of your fell asleep in each other's embrace, drifting into a dreamless slumber.Â
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Rescued, but at what cost? Daniel x reader
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the time you started to settle in with Daniel..
it was strange, you hated that man so much but now you just feel like you can't live without him anymore... despite the insanity he has changed a lot in your life...
Daniel was confused too when you didn't recoil from his touch, when you started behaving different than ever.. but he was immediately satisfied when you... "finally, you get it... you're.. you.." you didn't even let him finish and just lied your head on his chest with a soft huff.. you didn't want to hear it or be aware of it all, you're tired of being aware all the time, you just want to stop thinking for once.. Daniel smiles slightly at your huff and just runs his hand through your hair playing with a few locks of your strands..
you close your eyes, relaxing under his-now suddenly-comforting touch...
"i love you..." you mutter into his chest, and you surprise yourself by the words you just muttered, you feel him shift under you, his hand gripping your hair just slightly tighter and the other pulling you up closer to his face by your bottom.
your face shifts but not in disgust or fear, but confusion and shyness, he can see your cheeks flushing red as you stare at his eyes, "you act like we haven't done this multiple times before..." he comments chuckling lowly, his hand sliding down your back so both his hands now grabbing your bottom squeezing lightly making you jolt slightly "i.." you try to say something but you just end up sighing and sitting up, now straddling his lap pushing your hair back and looking down at him, Daniel tilts his head at this 'confident' act, his hands grip your ass tighter now making you squirm ontop of him he sits slightly up in an intention of kissing you but a sudden banging sound on the door makes the world around you both stop...
someone at the door? this is.. very unusual, this shouldn't even be happening at all.
Daniel then sits up his face serious, he looks at you as if suspecting something in you he throws you aside on the bed, the banging sound on the door gets louder, more aggressive, he checks the window and you sit there seeing his huge frame, he looks at your face, all scared and confused... his face was feral, the same face he had when he first took you back... "did you call someone?" the question comes out rough, cold, blaming...
when you don't answer he just clenches his jaw tightly grabs his gun and heads to the door... you watch from the bedroom as he steps down with quiet steps, the gun tucked into the back of his jeans ready to be used any moment. you move from the bed, very cautiously step a few steps down the stairs just enough to peek at what's happening..
Daniel opens the door just slightly to see who it is.. turns out it was just an old woman.. you frown slightly as you step down a little more to get a better look, Daniel opens the door wider, his hunched and tensed body relaxes slightly, the hand that was hovering on the gun just rests on the door, ready to slam it shut...
you watch silently the woman is seemingly to ask questions and point around, and Daniel answers, voice low as if hes giving a secret, maybe the woman is lost and he's giving.. directions... makes sense.. he would never want you to know the way out of here... never.
the woman laughs but daniel doesn't, cold to others as always... your curiosity gets the best of you and you try to take one more step to see just the woman's face, but the curiosity kills the cat.. the stairs plank suddenly creaks bringing the woman's attention, she sees your face briefly and frowns but Daniel immediately closes the door slightly preventing her from seeing the inside. your eyes widen in fear and you just run back to the bedroom sitting back on the bed with your body shaking of fear now.. "shit shit shit... no.." you curse under your breath swallowing hard, you're screwed.
the woman looks at Daniel with that frown, she feels like she has recognized you.. she saw you somewhere for sure.. you were one of the missing people who has just disappeared mysteriously... "was.. that your wife?" she asks with a forced smile tilting her head.. Daniel stares down at her, face unreadable but she can clearly notice his clenched jaw. he clicks his tongue turns his head away and just.. slams the door at her face. the woman was stunned by this sudden, rude avoident behavior she steps back as of trying to memorize the place before going the way she was told to go... she already made up her mind now....
as you hear that door being slammed shut you flinch, your heart racing with fear, you can feel your stomach doing backflips, you want to puke or run but your body is too frozen, your eyes wide and fixed on the slightly open door... and slowly that door opens just enough for him to slide in, closes it quietly, takes his baseball cap off, then leans on the door, head tilted up a little, his face looks darker, colder, harsher, even without his cap. you almost couldn't recognize him... your breath becomes shallow from the fear as you start to sob. and he just stares quietly with those empty bloodshot eyes that make you tremble. you cant bring yourself to speak and you try to wipe your uncontrolled tears quickly.
"why are you crying?" he asks with such very unusual calm voice, hes forcing you to admit what you did. you gulp and start to stutter, your lips trembling when trying to speak "I.. i was- i was looking...-" "WHY ARE YOU CRYING!?" his sudden shouting cuts you off making you flinch and sob harder.. "i did some-something wrong.." you manage to say between your gasps and sobs as you just stare down at the bed sheets, vision blurred by your heavy tears. "what did you do?" he asks with that forced calm tone again now stepping a little closer to the bed "i went down the stairs... to.. to see..." your voice now a little more firm, you were trying to get a hold of yourself, you sit up wipe your face and look up at him with a firm face as you hold your tears, he was standing right by the bed now, you're staring at his face but you cant tell a thing about his state. slowly he sits down by the bed edge and just stares at you.
"do you know her?" he asks next and you immediately shake your head. "no."
"then why did you go down?" you stare at him. "no reason... i just.. got curious who was it.." you speak as you shrug like it's a normal thing and it pisses him off just even more, he huffs like an angry bull and you immediately stop talking... he pinches the edge of his nose and sighs then looks up at the ceiling for a second before just putting his cap back on and leaving the bedroom, slamming the door behind him.
you inhale deeply as if you were holding your breath the whole time, you stare down at yourself in disbelief.. he just..left.. no hitting, no punishing.. atleast for now...
meanwhile daniel was outside, smoking a few cigarettes outside by the door porch, a cigarette turns into 2.. then 4... then 6....
he grunts throwing the cigarette into the ground and stepping on it. he knows well he shouldn't be smoking not when youre under his care..
hours pass like this you're still in bed, you don't know what to do or where to go.. but something is telling you that you need to check on Daniel... but since when? since when you started to worry about him?...
you get off the bed, your legs feeling wobbly as you step to the door, your mind is screaming at you to get back but your body feels like its moving on its own... you reach for the door.. twist the handle and step down the stairs, this time skipping the creaking plank carefully, now you find yourself looking through the window, there he was sitting by the stairs of the porch a few cigarettes thrown around him. your heart aches at the view and you dont understand why. gently you open the front door he immediately looks over his shoulder for a second, hides the cigarette pack in his pocket and just turns to stare back at nothing...
seeing this nonchalant response you just approach him, kneel down and.. wrap your arms around him, a hug from behind.. "...come inside.." you mumble as you rest your chin on his shoulder, and he looks at you... really looks as if deciding whether to believe if this is real or just an act from you..
your arms tighten around him slightly and you just pout more... "please?..." you beg.. hopping he'll listen this time.
just as he gets up your arms loosen and let him go and he goes inside without even looking at you.. "huh..." you hum in confusion to yourself, he just went inside without dragging you with him. you were about to stand up but then you see that pack of cigarettes was dropped by the porch stairs, you pick it up.. stare at it for a second before just aimlessly throwing the pack in the grass field across the house... and you look back seeing him watching everything through the window.. a small smile tugs at the corner of your lip... he doesn't return the smile but signals for you to come inside.. but just as you was about to step to the door, you hear sirens coming from the forest, you turn to stare and the next thing you see was police cars parking infront of the farm house-
before you could even react Daniel opens the door and pulls you with him inside slamming the door. he looks irritated but focused as if he knew this will happen. "i should've killed that woman.." his grunts to himself as he pulls you around, ready to escape with you, his grip on your arm was almost bone crushing, but from the panic and the situation you didn't even notice. the police were outside, now surrounding the house and shouting "THIS IS THE COPS, WE DEMAND FOR THE SUSPECT TO STEP OUT, WE KNOW YOU HAVE [Y/N] [L/N], WE'LL GIVE YOU 10 SECONDS TO COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP, OTHERWISE WE'LL FORCE OUR WAY IN." all of the cops were pointing with their guns at the house as they counted down, it was really such tight situation.
Daniel grip you just tighter his mind working and looking for an escape plan.. "5... 4..." you two had only 3 seconds left now, he cant risk get caught.. or losing you.. "run with me.." he says roughly before bursting from the back door, you stumble behind him and fall just as he was about to get you by reaching with his hand, a cop that sprinted out of nowhere shoots a bullet that hit right through Daniel's arm, he hisses and immediately runs into the forest the cop follows after him.. you watch, he has left you behind...
he didn't have a choice. he'll come back... he can never leave you.. you know it...
days pass since the incident.. youre back to your home... and you should feel happy but you dont.. your old friends visit you, happy that youre back to them safely you force a smile every time they say "its good you were rescued from that psychopath." and you'd avoid any questions "did he force himself on you?" "was he hitting you?" "how did he treat you?" your friends' company felt great but it was only momentary.. soon they all stopped visiting and the loneliness quickly caught up with you.... you'd cry in bed, not sure why...
it was different being alone now, you were too used for your life with Daniel.. simple tasks as cooking felt like a burden now.... you hated yourself... you felt lazy and worst lonely... freedom felt different.. perhaps it was great but not anymore... it sounds crazy.. but you miss him... he was right... you do need him... it's insane to realize... you can't believe yourself right now...
that's until one cold night... you hear a light tapping on the window ans just as you turn to see, you notice a familiar form hovering over the balcony door...
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MY INTERPRETATION/ANALYSIS OF KILLING STALKING â WHY IS THIS STORY MISUNDERSTOOD AND NOT A BL.
â ď¸KILLING STALKINGâs spoilers. Do not read my post if you havenât read the manwha yet and donât wanna be spoiled.â ď¸
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TW:
-incest
-rape//SAs
-psychological and physical abuses/violences
-mental ills
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I've been a fan of Killing Stalking for ages. Iâve read it nine times already (update: 12 times now, lol) and today, I want to share my interpretation/analysis of the story. Not just a random interpretation but what I believe is the correct one.
My post is especially for those who romanticize Bum and Sangwooâs relationship, who see Killing Stalking as a BL (Boysâ Love) and who believe that Bum and Sangwoo were âin love.â I'm here to challenge those ideas and to present this book in a new light. Iâll be breaking down why those interpretations are problematic and explaining what Killing Stalking is really about.
To truly understand Killing Stalking, you have to grasp the complex relationship between Sangwoo and his mother, Eunseo. If you missed that, or if you didnât realize that the story revolves around that relationship, then (respectfully) you didnât understand the story at all.
So, in this post, Iâm going to share all my thoughts, analysis and interpretations, supported by examples and psychological insights.
(Sorry in advance, itâs going to be really long, but I hope youâll read it through to the end!!)
Letâs begin!
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### 1. THE COMPLEXITY OF THE RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN SANGWOO AND HIS MOTHER
At the beginning of Killing Stalking, Koogi, the author, deliberately portrays Sangwooâs mother, Eunseo, in a sympathetic light. Sheâs introduced as a protective maternal figure: a battered woman trying her best to protect her son from an abusive husband.
This dynamic immediately creates empathy in the reader, who sees Eunseo as a victim within a dysfunctional family just like Sangwoo. Throughout the first two seasons (the first 35 Chapters), Eunseo only appears in short flashbacks: she is absent but idealized through the eyes of young Sangwoo.
However, by Season 3 (Chapter 36-67), the veil is slowly lifted. Eunseo is revealed in all her psychological complexity and darkness.
What once appeared to be a victim role quickly shifts into that of an abuser. The mother-son relationship becomes perverse and extremely toxic, veering into incest, manipulation, possession and psychological destruction.
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### Psychological Portrait of Eunseo:
1. Personality Disorders:
Eunseo displays strong signs of Borderline Personality Disorder and Narcissistic Personality Disorder. She swings between protective behaviors and extreme violence, unable to regulate her emotions. (in Chapter 52, she tries to suffocate Sangwoo with a pillow and then cries and apologises for it like if she was a whole different person.) Her relationship with Sangwoo is defined by pathological emotional enmeshment, a constant need for control, possession and domination.
2. Incestuous Behavior:
She begins exhibiting ambiguous and even incestuous attitudes toward Sangwoo: complimenting his appearance, calling him by pet names typically used in romantic relationships ("babe") and displaying jealousy toward other women hins so interacts with (Chapter 55).
This jealousy peaks in a traumatic scene in Chapter 60, where she sexually assaults Sangwoo before killing herself in front of him.
3. Psychological Manipulation:
Eunseo employs extreme gaslighting, distorting Sangwooâs perception of reality. She makes him believe he is responsible for his fatherâs death, even though she poisoned him herself (Chapter 55). This manipulation deeply warps Sangwooâs self-image, leading him to believe heâs a murderer and a monster when in truth, heâs a victim.
4. Attempted Double Murder:
Eunseo doesnât just kill her husband, she also tries to kill Sangwoo. She slowly poisons his food with rat poison, aiming to kill him gradually. Fortunately, Sangwoo becomes suspicious after connecting his recent nauseas with the poison found near his fatherâs corpse and swaps the poisoned pills with harmless ones (Chapter 55). This survival act becomes a ritual: Sangwoo obsessively counts his pills every day until the end of the story (Chapters 4, 55 and 59). A clear symptom of OCD (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder) rooted in trauma.
(Side note: In Chapters 4 and 5, Yoon Bum tries to poison Sangwoo using what he believes is rat poison in his soup. But Sangwoo flips the situation, forcing Bum to taste it first. Convinced he ingested poison, Bum experiences a reverse placebo, known as the nocebo effect: physical symptoms triggered purely by belief. He collapses, nauseated⌠even though the pills were harmless. Meanwhile, Sangwoo eats the soup with no problem because it was never actually poisoned. LOL.)
5. Suicide as a Psychological Weapon:
In her final moments, Eunseo commits suicide right in front of Sangwoo, using the knife heâs holding (Chapter 60). This act is far from meaningless: she wants him to feel responsible for her death, to believe he killed his own mother.
Before dying, she pronounced her last sentence: âI hope you die the most painful death possible.â This sentence becomes a psychological anchor: a constant fear in Sangwooâs mind that her curse will someday come true.
(BONUS:) 6. âKilling Me Softly with His Songâ:
The song Killing Me Softly with His Song, omnipresent in the story, perfectly represents Sangwooâs slow descent into hell. It was Eunseoâs favorite song, the same woman who tried to kill him softly, poisoning him in small doses as if turning his death into a melody. After her death, the song paradoxically becomes Sangwooâs favorite, even though he deeply hates it. He hums it almost mechanically while murdering, dismembering or manipulating corpses (Chapters 7 and 51) as if it symbolizes the invisible and indelible link between him and his mother.
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### The Psychological Consequences for Sangwoo:
After his motherâs suicide, Sangwoo spirals into severe psychiatric disorders:
1. Complex PTSD (C-PTSD):
He suffers from prolonged trauma over many years: emotional and sexual abuse, manipulation, guilt, parental loss and isolation. C-PTSD manifests in identity disturbances, chronic emotional pain, hallucinations, nightmares and a warped perception of the self and others. (Chapter 4, 27, 60âŚ)
2. Borderline Personality Disorder:
He displays intense fear of abandonment, impulsivity, emotional instability and black-and-white thinking in relationships (idealization followed by rejection). (Chapter 26, 27âŚ)
3. Psychosis and Hallucinations:
Over time, Sangwoo begins to lose his grip on reality. He hallucinates, gets lost in jumbled memories and experiences dissociative episodes where past and present blur. (Chapter 27, 60, 66âŚ)
4. Rape Fantasy (Dissociative Defense):
This psychological defense, well documented, often seen in incest survivors, involves sexualizing or romanticizing the trauma as a way to mentally survive. Itâs not about real desire but a dissociative interpretation of the abuse as "love." Sangwoo projects this onto Bum, seeing not Bum, but Eunseo in him. (Chapter 2-59)
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### Why Sangwoo Keeps Yoon Bum Alive:
Sangwoo doesnât keep Bum alive out of love but because Bum mirrors his mother:
- Physically and emotionally fragile, like Eunseo.
- Submissive, dependent, and unstable.
-Eunseo and Bum look physically alike.
Bum and Eunseo both have the same mole on their chin, as well as the same scars on their wrists and ankles and the same almond-shaped brown eyes with eyebrows that arch upward. They also share the same head shape, jawline and nose.
Plus, both characters have the same body type (underweight and very small) and the same fragile posture, especially in the way they stand.
(I personally find the ressemblance just⌠speechless.)
- During sex, Sangwoo doesnât see Bum. He sees Eunseo. Yes-yes, it's weird, but it's the truth. This can be seen in Chapter 56, when Bum "rides Sangwoo in the same position Eunseo used when she raped him and imagines making love to her while accidentally moaning "mom," signaling the end of Sangwoo and Bum's previously "calm" relationship. Furthermore, it's worth noting that Sangwoo has flashbacks of his mother exclusively when he's intimate with Bum or about to be. (Chapter 36, 53, 56âŚ)
- He projects his traumatic fantasies onto Bum, unconsciously trying to ârewriteâ his past.
He dresses him like his mother (Chapter 3-6, 21, 63-66), forces him to do the same things she liked to do (eating apples, hiking, cooking...) and burries Jieun in the exact same place his father was buried (Chapter 21 and 22), all in an attempt to symbolically âfixâ the past.
Yet the fear of betrayal lingers.
Sangwoo constantly tests Bumâs loyalty, just as he once watched his mother for signs of poison or lies. This tragically plays out in Chapters 58 and 59, when Bum accidentally drops rat poison pills under a furniture. Sangwoo, noticing missing pills, immediately suspects poisoning.
(This is also the reason why Sangwoo repeatedly says in the story: âI donât want to become like my father.â
Through this statement, Koogi initially leads us to believe that Sangwoo refuses to fall into the same violence and madness as his father.
But in reality, itâs not his fatherâs cruelty that terrifies him: itâs the way he died.
What Sangwoo fears more than anything is dying like his father: betrayed by the ones he loves.)
In that moment, Bum becomes his motherâs ghost: the one he fears, hates and longs for all at once.
(Thatâs also why Sangwoo tried to kill Bum after ârealising that he tried to kill himâ (Chapter 59). He believed Bum betrayed him like his mother did and, aas soon as Sangwoo discovered it, Bum wasnât Eunseo anymore but just Bum. Bum as Yoon Bum was useless to Sangwoo: just a nuisance for him to kill. An evidence that Sangwoo never deeply loved Bum for who he was but only loved the way Bum reflected Sangwooâs mother.)
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### Sangwooâs Fate:
In the three final Chapters , Sangwoo dies alone, burned alive, hallucinating, whispering Bumâs name. Or perhaps, unconsciously, his motherâs. He dies like an abandoned child, calling for his motherâs help, the woman who betrayed him twice.
Eunseoâs curse comes true: âI hope you die the most painful death possible.â
She didnât kill him physically. She destroyed him from within.
In psychology, this is known as psychological homicide: destroying a personâs identity, sense of self and mental integrity until they become a hollow shell.
Eunseo isnât just a violent mother, sheâs the black heart of the trauma in Killing Stalking, a figure of total annihilation.
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Now that you understood the complexity of Sangwoo and Eunseoâs relationship, the psychological consequences that have come by it and most of all, why Sangwoo didnât kill Bum and tried to have a normal ârelationshipâ with him.
Iâm gonna tell you why Killing Stalking isnât a story about a man loving another man since neither Sangwoo nor Bum were actually gay.
Lemme explain.
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### 2. WHY IS SANGWOO NOT GAY:
Sangwoo isnât attracted to Bum because of his personality or male body but because Bum mirrors his abusive mother. Itâs a psychological projection, an unconscious transference.
If Bum hadnât looked and acted so submissive and fragile - if he hadnât resembled Eunseo -he would have been killed like the others. This isnât a homosexual relationship, but a deeply neurotic trauma bond, rooted in repetition compulsion.
(Remember, Sangwoo tried to kill Bum the second Bum wasnât reflecting Eunseo to his eyes anymore.)
Also, Sangwoo is shown to have regular sexual intercourses with women, even after meeting Bum, (university friends, Jieun⌠(Chapter 7 and 18)) and expresses clear attraction toward them (looking at a girlâs chest in the Chapter 58). He never expresses real, spontaneous desire toward Bum as a man but rather feminizes him: making him wear womenâs clothes (Chapter 3-6, 22-23, 39, 63-66), calling him ambiguous pet names and encouraging âsofterâ behavior. (Chapter 3, 56âŚ)
This further supports that Sangwoo isnât gay. Heâs trapped in a cycle of psychosexual trauma, using Bum as a distorted substitute for his mother.
(And Koogi herself confirmed that Sangwoo is 100% heterosexual, so case closed.)
(source: https://battwo.com/chapter/1516640)
Killing Stalking - Epilogue : Yoon Bum, a scrawny quiet boy, has a crush on one of the most popular and handsome guys in his university, San
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### 3. WHY ISNâT BUM GAY (OR NOT FULLY):
Though initially introduced as a gay character, I strongly believe Yoon Bum isnât truly gay. Several elements from his past, behavior and psyche suggest otherwise.
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1. Sexual and Romantic Attraction to Women:
Bum has shown romantic feelings for female classmates in the past, a clear sign of pansexuality, bisexuality or even heterosexuality. Even as an adult, heâs attracted to women: staring at their chests, following them on the streets (Chapter 25) and stealing their bras or belongings (Chapter 14 and 19). Behaviour that mix heterosexual desire with obsessive disorders.
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2. A Personality Shaped by Trauma:
Bum suffers from severe psychological traumas due to his upbringing. He never had healthy attachments: no parents, siblings or close friends. His only family is a distant grandmother and a violently abusive and incestuous uncle.
This uncle raped Bum multiple times and manipulated him emotionally. Switching between sexual violence and fake affection, he left Bum with deep cognitive dissonance: hatred mixed with guilt and emotional confusion. This leads to trauma bonding, where victims become emotionally attached to their abuser out of a desperate need for love and safety. (Chapter 46)
This warped affection is revealed in Chapter 46 and 49, when Sangwoo kills Bumâs uncle. Bum talks to his corpse:
-âI never wanted to kill him! I just didnât want to see him again!â [...] (First, Bum is showing a feeling of guilt towards his uncleâs death.)
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-âShut up! Shut up! Shut up or Iâll kill you! I swear I will!â [...]
(Bum is now showing wrath towards his uncle and wants to kill him after having flashbacks of his uncle beating and raping him.)
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-âIâm sorry, Uncle. Iâm sorry. Iâll forgive you for everything. Just donât hate me.â
(Finally, Bum is showing a mix between attachment and guilt towards his uncle after memories of his uncle being nice with him come up in Bumâs mind)
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3. Identity Confusion and Personality Disorders:
Bum displays traits of:
- Borderline Personality Disorder: Emotional instability, fear of abandonment, chaotic relationships, idealization followed by devaluation. (Throughout all the manwha.)
- Obsessive Love Disorder (Erotomania): Pathological obsession with people he believes might love him. (Chapter 1 and also in the Chapter 19, when one of his classmate takes her shirt off to show him her scars, Bum interprets it as a love act and he believes being her boyfriend).
- Stockholm Syndrome: Clear signs in his relationship with Sangwoo: despite abuse, captivity and humiliation, Bum desperately seeks the approval and love of his abuser.
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4. Obsessive, Disturbing Behavior from a Young Age:
The more Bum grew up, the more his behaviour became more inappropriate and weirder.
As a teen, Bum followed a prostitute for hours just to get her to talk to him (Chapter 25). He stole belongings from female classmates, knew their bra sizes and even yelled in class that one girl was a victim of incest, thinking it would create a connection (Chapter 19).
When rejected, he tried to force a bond, giving this same girl a letter and demanding her to read it daily, even though she doesn't want it. This is classic attachment obsession (Chapter 19).
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5. The Obsession with Sangwoo: A Trauma Reenactment:
His fixation on Sangwoo isnât love: itâs a pathological repetition.
Sangwoo is charismatic, admired and social, everything Bum isnât. He admits this himself in Chapter 1: he stalks Sangwooâs social media, wonders how he has sex, masturbates to him and eventually starts physically stalking him.
This isnât love, but obsession born of loneliness and a warped view of affection. When Sangwoo locks him up, beats him, humiliates him, Bum stays. Because deep down, this pattern of abuse and rare kindness is what his uncle taught him was "love."
Bum isnât in love. Heâs clinging, obsessed and projecting an idealized love onto ANYONE who gives him even a shred of attention, regardless of gender.
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My Killing Stalkingâs interpretation is now over ^^!
I really hope that my post made you understand some things you werenât sure about or made you learn new things about the story !!
(If you still think that Killing Stalking is a love story or a BL, it means that youâre a problematic person and you should have never read this fabulous story because of your lack of maturity. XoXo)
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I think I found a song that fit Daniel, it's sweety sweety from And one because of this part "Sweety sweety, marry me, Hunderttausend kids for me, Chances will passing by, My dear"
Mine's
Closer - Nine Inch Nails
Daniel reaction to getting kissed on the neck by MC while he is doing his chores?
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You come up behind him while he is bent over his work, hands busy with whatever stubborn task he is refusing to stop for even a second, and when you press a soft kiss to the side of his neck it catches in the small quiet space between his breath and his focus. He stills just enough for you to feel it, not pulling away but not turning either. You see the faintest curve touch the corner of his mouth like he is amused despite himself. He tilts his head a fraction as if to give you access and then glances back at you with that knowing, almost lazy look in his eyes. âHm?â he says, low and even, pretending he has no idea what you want even though he has already decided it must be something more than affection. There is a warmth there under the teasing, something private and soft that only shows when it is just you, and for a moment he lets you linger there against him while he waits to see what you will ask for, already half certain he is willing to give it.
What would Daniel/Danya do if the MC was âmentally incapableâ of being a parent. Like, tries to abort/force miscarry the baby even if theyâre not pregnant but âjust in caseâ. Or if the baby somehow stayed alive till delivery the MC would almost act possessed. Hating the child/any children to an extreme extent and trying to kill or get rid of it in any capacity they can. (Sorry if this is a weird ask, I just watched a movie similar to this concept and it got me thinking.)
No worries, not weirded out at all just what I needed. This kinda rqs are what interest me.
Daniel x mentally incapable reader headcanons +scenarios
âThe day Daniel realized you don't ever want kids or not capable of having kids made him want to put a baby in you more. What pisses him off is that you're not even infertile, but mentally rejecting motherhood so he can't accept it, he refuses to believe he chose someone who can't give him what he wants.
âHaving a kid is what he yearns for, you can't take that away from him. When you made it clear that you don't want to have a child, he didn't react much outright and starts observing you quietly, noting what he could do to smother you to obedience. Next time, he'll casually mention baby names as a joke just to see how you react.
âHe's thinking about slow burn but Daniel is two steps ahead. You'll notice he's gone nicer around you, less controlling, his affections become more delicate, praises you about things you're insecure about. That maybe you'll let him. He tells himself he's patient until he isn't. It lasted a week and he's all over you every night, breeding your cunt for hours.
âYou'd surprise yourself. You don't know what you're capable of.â He watches you struggle to breathe and frowns, reaching up to touch your cheek. âJust let go. I'll handle everything. It's nothing.â Nothing. You wish it were nothing. Your chest tightens until your vision blurs for a second. You blink fast, and Daniel's face stays hazy around the edges. You're so tired. Your mind has been slipping more every day. A small pulse behind your eyes loses your mind. You're so tired of thinking what it is, from stress? Lack of sleep? Sign of pregnancy? You slowly lost your mind in this damn farm. The pain of getting bred and now forced to grow it inside. Pulling, sucking on you like some needy animal in a barn.
âDaniel sees all of it, the things you pull to get rid of the baby like avoiding eating enough, dehydrating yourself, pressing pillow against yourself and worst, jumping off a crate you climbed on one time when he turned away. Since that day, he never leaves you alone for long which only put you in more bullshit.
âHe gets irritated when he sees babies in public but can't explain why. It's because you won't let him.
âAs much as he removed anything you could use to hurt yourself (your limbs) or not harm at all. You'd find him being quiet next to you. He starts imagining you pregnant but happy when you're asleep next to him. Although it becomes less about fatherhood, more about reasserting domination over your body and autonomy.
âYou throw a lot of pregnant tantrums, Daniel walks out of the room at this to take his attention into the farm, something else like he's trying to burn the frustration out of his muscles. In his mind he's imagining how he'll approach you when he comes back.
He'll keep checking the window though... every few minutes making sure you're not getting off the bed.
âActing possessed? He will not buy it.
Your back arches off the bed and you let your eyes roll up white. The old midwife, Marta, gasps and drops the cloth in her hands. âLord help us- she's not right-â You do it on purpose. You want him to see this. You want him scared but he's not. â... What is she doing?â
âHe actually laughed at you when you attempted to act possessed during labor. You can't pretend you're gone, he needs you here.
âGood news you succeeded getting rid of the child mid-labor. Child without heartbeat. Daniel did not change to you, he will just say âI will not stop...â while calmly threading your hair, I think that explains all.
âHe'd be consistent, stay as he is. He have plans when you'll be healthy again, when your body recovers, your cycle when you're most fertile.
âHe'd wipe your tears when you cry. âShh it's alright, we'll try again. You'll do better next time.â
âNow what if the baby didn't die? Simple, Daniel will try to force family moments hoping you'll eventually break and bond. He always do force anything, he wins.
âHold him.â Your arms stay limp. He lifts your hands and wraps them around the child himself. âYou're his mother. He needs your warmth.â Goddamn does he have his face.
âHe won't sleep anywhere else but at your other side, forming a cage around both of you.
âYou ignore the baby so he'd speak for you.
âMommy loves you.â
âMommy's right here.â
âMommy's taking care of you.â He says it while staring at you. He hope you feel guilty.
âDaniel would be very upset if you want to kill the baby, he NEVER expected you to try to harm it outside the womb.
âWhy would you?â
âWhat is wrong with you?â
âAre you really that selfish? Killing your own child just so you can feel free?â
âHe'd say those, biting his cheek. Manipulative.
Danya's house headcanon
source: pinterest
porch
to the left is a barn, cattles and shed it's muddy there
to the right is the crops
lots of trees in front where his children play
yard is wide, ranch is isolated
entrance is a living room to the right
that side with dining are just bunch of stuffs nobody sits there
no second floor but he does have underground basement
bathroom
walls made of cement
he likes plaid designs
shared bedroom > a crib at corner > he made that bed for you (was originally his when he was a lad)
kitchen and dining table are at the same room
kitchen at right kitchen on left then next to eat is a rear door
underground basement > not this room (this is a shed from diff place)
danya's truck
back > front
barn (can't find any gud)
âhouse inherit from grandparents