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forgive me father, for i have sinned. and as i kneel here now; hands red with blood, i know deep down, that i’ll do it again.

confessions || k.a. (via dvlanobrein)

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16 Villain Archetypes

The TYRANT: the bullying despot, he wants power at any price. He ruthlessly conquers all he surveys, crushing his enemies beneath his feet. People are but pawns to him, and he holds all the power pieces. Hesitate before getting in this man’s way – he’ll think nothing of destroying you. The BASTARD: the dispossessed son, he burns with resentment. He can’t have what he wants, so he lashes out to hurt those around him. His deeds are often for effect – he wants to provoke action in others. He proudly announces his rebellious dealings. Don’t be fooled by his boyish demeanor – he’s a bundle of hate. The DEVIL: the charming fiend, he gives people what he thinks they deserve. Charisma allows him to lure his victims to their own destruction. His ability to discover the moral weaknesses in others serves him well. Close your ears to his cajolery – he’ll tempt you to disaster. The TRAITOR: the double agent, he betrays those who trust him most. No one suspects the evil that lurks in his heart. Despite supportive smiles and sympathetic ears, he plots the destruction of his friends. Never turn your back on him — he means you harm. The OUTCAST: the lonely outsider, he wants desperately to belong. Tortured and unforgiving, he has been set off from others, and usually for good cause. He craves redemption, but is willing to gain it by sacrificing others. Waste no sympathy on him - he’ll have none for you. The EVIL GENIUS: the malevolent mastermind, he loves to show off his superior intelligence. Intellectual inferiors are contemptible to him and that includes just about everyone. Elaborate puzzles and experiments are his trademark. Don’t let him pull your strings – the game is always rigged in his favor. The SADIST: the savage predator, he enjoys cruelty for its own sake. Violence and psychological brutality are games to this man; and he plays those games with daring and skill. Run, don’t walk, away from this man – he’ll tear out your heart, and laugh while doing it. The TERRORIST: the dark knight, he serves a warped code of honor. Self-righteous, he believes in his own virtue, and judges all around him by a strict set of laws. The end will always justify his nefarious means, and no conventional morality will give him pause. Don’t try to appeal to his sense of justice – his does not resemble yours. The BITCH: the abusive autocrat, she lies, cheats, and steals her way to the top. Her climb to success has left many a heel mark on the backs of others. She doesn’t care about the peons around her – only the achievement of her dreams matters. Forget expecting a helping hand from her – she doesn’t help anyone but herself. The BLACK WIDOW: the beguiling siren, she lures victims into her web. She goes after anyone who has something she wants, and she wants a lot. But she does her best to make the victim want to be deceived. An expert at seduction of every variety, she uses her charms to get her way. Don’t be fooled by her claims of love – it’s all a lie. The BACKSTABBER: the two-faced friend, she delights in duping the unsuspecting. Her sympathetic smiles enable her to learn her victims’ secrets, which she then uses to feather her nest. Her seemingly helpful advice is just the thing to hinder. Put no faith in her – she’ll betray you every time. The LUNATIC: the unbalanced madwoman, she draws others into her crazy environment. The drum to which she marches misses many a beat, but to her, it is the rest of the world that is out of step. Don’t even try to understand her logic – she is unfathomable. The PARASITE: the poisonous vine, she collaborates for her own comfort. She goes along with any atrocity, so long as her own security is assured. She sees herself as a victim who had no choice, and blames others for her crimes. Expect no mercy from her – she won’t lift a finger to save anyone but herself. The SCHEMER: the lethal plotter, she devises the ruin of others. Like a cat with a mouse, she plays with lives. Elaborate plans, intricate schemes; nothing pleases her more than to trap the unwary. Watch out for her complex designs – she means you no good. The FANATIC: the uncompromising extremist, she does wrong in the name of good. She justifies hers action by her intent, and merely shrugs her shoulders at collateral damage. Anyone not an ally is an enemy, and therefore, fair game. Give up any hope of showing her the error of her ways – she firmly believes you are wrong, wrong, wrong. The MATRIARCH: the motherly oppressor, she smothers her loved ones. She knows what’s best and will do all in her power to controls the lives of those who surround her – all for their own good. A classic enabler, she sees no fault with her darlings, unless they don’t follow her dictates. Don’t be lured into her family nest – you’ll never get out alive.

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men who play god will die like one. a myth barely remembered and their names but a whisper.

they will burn and burn and burn and then they will be nothing and the world will continue to turn // a.m (via ginnys)

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…One may smile, and smile, and be a villain.

Hamlet (Hamlet, Act I scene v). (via fuzenn)

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forgive me father for i have sinned. it has been 5 seconds since my last confession. on my way out of the booth i tripped and yelled “fucking motherfucking cocksucking fuck shit ramming satan’s cock into my tight little anus holy shit hallowed god in fucking heaven i feel like mephistopheles burst a load in me”. you might have heard me yell that but maybe you didnt. You did? oh okay. sorry father . god is good

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        oɴce a killer,                  ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs a killer.

               my hands are ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ in blood.                                       and not even your salty tears                                            of ƒσяgινєηєѕѕ and ℓσνє,                                                                       can ωαѕн away                                                                 the ＰＡＩＮ I have   c a u s e d .

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“I hate the term ‘an eye for an eye’. If you take my eye, let it be known that I’ll take both your eyes and your dominant arm”

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@anleor

      Jeremiah liked violence as much as the next fellow, but at his age, he preferred pulling strings instead. Like a spider, he sat in his web and tugged people into place. Sitting in a confessional listening to all manner of important people made this painfully easy. SPILL YOUR SINS TO THE SINNER! He’d laugh himself sick in the interim. 

      Or, feign absorption with a drink, and watch another table from his alcove. His boy Reggie was making a deal tonight, and Jeremiah supported his people. If only to make sure his investments paid off. 

      Of course, his plans were upended when a stranger plonked down on the other side of the booth, blocking his view and looking expectant. 

      Jeremiah bared his teeth in a smile, irritation flaring.

      “Can I help you? Because if not I’ve got shit to do and no time for whatever the fuck this is.”

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@godslucretia

      An uncommonly heated spring had the city by storm. Or lack thereof if the crushing weight of humidity was any indicator. 

      WITCH WEATHER, his first foster mother called it. Where the heat was enough to call lightning down out of nothing. Jeremiah was willing to bet he’d been born in one such ghost of a storm. More often than not nights like this stirred a city into a blood hungry tizzy. 

      Him included. Though he needed no storms to draw blood. It was in fact why he was out so late. A little piggy had gone and squealed. So he’d made bacon. There was still blood on his shoes, in fact. 

      This seemed the likely object of the stare directed at him. He raised his hands in a placating gesture. 

      “Just paint, kid.”

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– and endure the burning in your throat.

— Zoë Lianne, “Beasts”

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I will rip the skies apart to ensure I get what’s mine.

Malphas (via nocturnalsymphony)

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Eastern Promises (2007), dir. David Cronenberg

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      It’s been A DAY, and for once Jeremiah looks closer to his actual age. A deal went south, and while he’d come out on top AS ALWAYS, it had been by the skin of his teeth this time. 

      He didn’t like that. 

      But the five people sunk into the river a state away probably liked it less.

      “Can I HELP you there, honey?” The staring was making his skin crawl.

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“You have something I want. Give it to me and I will let you go. It’s that simple.”

OBNOXIOUS woman. “You’d have t’ be more specific, sweetheart. I’m plenty smart but I ain’t a mind reader.”

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reblog this post if your muse is a serial killer, murderer, psychopath, etc.

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How can I become king if king is still in place?