#physcotic thoughts

[queenoftheuniverse2014]

I thank god everyday that now ones able to read minds.

[czalzver]

all over again, pt2

a/n: hi babes

warnings: mentions of pills, slight smut, language (i thinkk)

pairing: none

summary: in which sam gets unexpected news causing her to call you up

word count: 0.9k

part 1

NEW YORK 2022

It's been 7 years since you've been in New York. You're wearing a white tee shirt, black bell bottoms medium high converse, a flannel, headphones, and well obviously your glasses. It's 12:27 A.M. Your friends wanted to meet up at a club, they thought you could loosen up a bit and hopefully find someone that you could well hookup with. You swore to yourself that you would fly back one day to Woodsboro to find Sam. That's if she didn't have a lover.

You pause your music, setting your headphones on the nape of your neck. Setting your hands inside your pockets, your friends come rushing out to greet you. Bella, one of the first friends you met there during high school when you had to transfer, went to go hug you, her arms drooped over your shoulders. Clearly drunk. You thought to yourself as you put your arms over her hugging her back.

"Tonight is the night Y/n will find a hookup!" You smiled awkwardly, as Bella slurs her words letting go of you, trying to find her balance. Your friends cheer as they walk back inside the club.

"You don't have to do this if your not comfortable." Your friend, Jules, stays behind with you.

"I rather much be spending time reading in my bed, but my my therapist said I have to be social." You smile at her, putting your arm around her.

"You have a therapist?" Jules smiles back at me.

You look over at Bella, smiling and enjoying herself. You point at her saying, "She's my therapist."

MODESTO 2022

Sam grabs her Anti-Physcotics from her pockets, quickly putting it in her mouth while downing her water that she grabbed from the floor besides her. Richie comes out eyeing Sam of what she's taking.

"Excuse me miss, what'd you just take?" Richie says, smiling while taking a seat next to Sam.

"Your boner pills, good luck getting it up now." Sam jokes.

"You are my boner pills." Sam's phone rings, seeing "POSSIBLE: Wes Hicks." She decides to ignore it.

"You're so cheesy."

Her phone rings again, debating or not to pick it up. What could go wrong?

"I need to take this." Sam gets up answering it, putting the phone to her ear.

"Hey, what's going on?"

"Sam? Uh Tara was attacked." The way her face drops as she hears the news.

"What? Is she?"

"She's alive." She feels relief flow throughout her body, relaxing herself.

"She was... Stabbed." 

"What-" Wes interrupts Sam.

"She made it through surgery, and the doctors said it went well, she's resting now, and I know you guys aren't in the best terms but- uh"

"I'm on my way." Sam breathes slowly her heart thudding through her ribcage.

"She's going to be okay, Sam."

"Do they know who did this..?"

"It's better if you come here."

"Wes." Sam says through the phone sternly.

"She said it was someone in a fucking Ghostface mask."

She hangs up, and Richie makes his way over to Sam.

"Is everything okay?"

"My sister was attacked." 

"I gotta go."

"Woah, hey, hey, hey," Richie goes over to Sam, hugging her. "It's going to be okay."

NEW YORK

You wake up, propping yourself up with your elbows. You can feel your head pounding, you look to your right, seeing Bella next to your sleeping soundly. Wait.. No, god tell me I didn't sleep with her. Those words ran through your head, as you looked around seeing your shirt thrown to the other side of the room, your bra still intact around your body, and your flannel on the couch on the edge of her bed. You look to your left seeing your phone ringing.

"POSSIBLE: Samantha Carpenter."

"Sam.." You said lowly under your breath, getting up quickly, accidently falling causing a thud. You check up to see if Bella woke. Phew. Oh right! Sam! You whip your head over back to the nightstand, hovering your finger above the answer button. You press it, rushing to the bathroom, closing the door.

"Hello?"

"Y/n?" Sam says with worry in her voice. You can feel your body lighten up.

"Hey.. Sam." You feel a smile grow on your face.

"I need you.. to come back to Woodsboro. Something happened to Tara."

"What?" You said with a confused tone.

"Y/n, please, I'll explain it to you when you come."

"But I'm-" You hear the phone beep. Sam hung up. "in New York."

Fuck. Now how are you going to get out of Bella's apartment without her noticing.

"Y/n?"

Well too late to try and sneak out now. You open the door, and wave at her.

"Hey, Bells.. Sorry I had to use the bathroom real quick."

You grab your pants from the floor, putting one leg through the hole, and doing the same to the other. You grab your shirt putting your head first, and then your arm, casually getting stuck trying to find the hole.

"What happened last night?" You hear Bella ask you, as she covers herself with the blanket, sitting up in bed.

*FLASHBACK*

The door opens with a kick of Bella's shoe as she continued to kiss you. Your hands roam all over her body, playing with the hem of her shirt. She pulls back, allowing you to take off her shirt, and yours as well. You push her up against a wall, playing with the button of her jeans.

"Y/n." She moans out.

You feel weak in the knees hearing her say your name in that tone.

Next thing you know your both naked, a harness around your body with a dildo attached to it.

*END OF FLASHBACK*

"I don't know," You lie, biting the inside of your cheek, "I was pretty wasted last night."

"Where are you going?" Bella ask a little sincere in her voice.

"California."

"What?" 

"I'm sorry, Bella, I gotta go."

"Wait, Y/n!"

You grab your headphones, and your backpack. Going to her front door.

"I love you, Bella." You opened the door, and left it at that.

Maybe you had a problem with those three words. 

I love you.

[myonepiece]

Smoker, Shanks headcanon/scenario- he is at your execution, but you react to the situation like Gol D. Roger then escape yourself

The first one using this theme with Luffy, Law, and Zoro did pretty well so I thought I would do another with different characters~

Also thank you for 300 followers!! 💕💕💕

*Miiiight have made these a little to dark/violent

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Warnings: slight angst, mentions of death, violence, blood, my thoughts got kinda dark

Smoker

The sun was hidden by clouds and fog covered the grounds of Loguetown as the cheers and boos erupted from the crowd, quickly disappearing as the marines dragged you in to view leading you to the famous execution platform that once held the infamous Gol D. Roger. 

Never once had you felt so much pride and fulfillment than this moment, knowing how disappointed your mentor would be that his student had turned to this instead of following in his marine steps. 

You kept your head up as your eyes searched through the crowd of onlookers gathered to witness the execution of a pirate responsible for hundreds of thousands of deaths. You simply inhaled the cold air and and smirked at the children who looked up at you like you deserved this. Of course you deserved death, but right now? By marines? No, you would die fighting, you die with pride or don’t die at all.

Standing on the platform, you could see the faces of a thousand angered citizens and marines. You held no remorse for your crimes, you felt nothing for thosee who had seen their loved ones murdered at your hands.

“Do you have any last words {Name}”

“No, do you?”

Your question cleearly caught the marines and the crowd off guard, for a gasp was heard and the marines eyes doubled in size. A scream ripped through the crowd and you took that as a signal to begin your killing spree. You kicked the marines off the platform and broke apart your shackles, quickly jumping down to steal the soldier’s weapons. 

Smoker watched on projecter den den mushi at some other marine base where he was told to stay. The Admirals had chosen to hold him there because even though they did not knnow of your relationship with the marine, they suspected something.

His face remained serious, appearing to show no emotion. But if someone had looked into his eyes as your words rolled out of the speaker, they would have seen the fear swimming behind his irisis. Smoker knew of your violence and continued rise in bodycount, but he had yet to see it. Only now as blood painted the walls of the city, did he realize he had fallen for a monster. He watched in horror as bodies fell left and right to the woman who showed no emotion except joy on her blood splattered face. 

Smoker was supposed to be the one bringing down people like you, and yet he had let himself be caught in your net. But as your figure emerged from the destruction of his hometown, clothes drenched in blood and a devilish smile plastered on your face, he felt no love for you. Perhaps it was the similarities of your actions to Gol D. Roger’s that terrified him so- excpet you were living where as Roger had met his end. Maybe it was the way you cut down so many of the people he knew with no regret or hesitation, maybe it was the way he finally looked back at all the signs and realized how physcotic you actually are, or maybe it was the look of pride and justice that filled your eyes as you left countless bodies in your wake.Yes it was one of those that had prompted his immediate change of heart. Smoker no longer viewed you as human, a monster is what he called you when you met him again. What scared him most was your eyes which were filled still filled with bloodlust and unwavering pride as you told him he was no longer safe in your presence 

Shanks

Cheers congratulating the marines ricocheted off the walls of Loguetown. You scoffed at the confidence the people held in their oh so mighty marines. You fixed your hair one last time before a marine pushed you out and followed behind you with the other soldiers. 

The crowd cheered and hurled insults at you as you were escorted to the platform of your execution. Holding your head up high and strutting through the parted crowd, you evoked more shouted jeers mixed with screams of “DEATH TO {NAME}” You’d be lying if you said you weren’t prideful to hear the results of your massacres. Your heart held no regrets nor pity for those who had suffered at your actions.

You feelings apparent on your face  made even the marines snarl insults into your ear as you climbed the steps of the platform. 

“State your last words”

As your laughter ripped from your throat the crowd fell into silence. 

 “Last words are for fools who have regrets!”

The crowds’ once enraged faces turned to looks of terror as they realized you had no plan of dying today. The marines fell from the platform and you broke your shackles, quickly leaping into the chaos breaking out below. 

Shanks and his crew had been watching with a den den mushi on his ship which was quickly approaching Loguetown. His crew had tried to tell him they wouldn’t make it in time to save you, but Shanks refused to believe them. Shanks watched with tears rolling down his face as you appeared on the projection. The view zoomed in on you and there gasps flooded the room. Shanks watched as the image of your grin mirrored that of his former captain’s, an unmistakable resemblance. The rest of the crew recognized it as well, and truth be told they were scared of what would happen. They knew you better than anyone, the people attending your execution were not safe, and they should have known that when your merciless and inhumane approach to enemies was what caused your reputation.

“Captain-” Shanks held his hand up at Lucky’s words. When your “last words” were said through the den den mushi, the whole crew gasped once again. They once again saw the reason for the “only dead” plastered on every one of your bounty posters.

And as your aggressive and blood thirsty nature took over, the crew broke in to cheers. All of the crew members had always found similarities between you and Roger’s pride and outlook on life, it had become an inside joke. But what set you apart was the cruelness in your heart. You could change personalities in the blink of an eye, leaping into battle like a demon who showed no hesitance in slaughter. You showed no mercy for anyone, and that was something that made you so feared throughout the seas. Shanks left the room where screams and cannonballs were drowned out by the cheers of his crew. He stood on the deck of the ship watching the Loguetown docks for a sign of you. And as you appeared from the smoke drenched in blood but grinning innocently at your lover, Shanks found another reason to be glad that you and him were the complete opposite of enemies, for if you sought his downfall, he would not stand a chance 

[prongsprincessworld]

Granger?

reader x mattheo riddle reader x (platonic)pansy parkinson reader x (platonic) Draco malfoy. reader x astoria greengrass

part 1

“They’ll all forget you, you do understand that, don’t you Miss Lestrange”

“I understand professor”

“You are one brave girl Casseopia”

“I know professor”

You are all probably wondering what happened, how everyone will forget the infamous Cassiopia Lestrange. Well, let’s go to the beginning.

“Merlin you're pathetic, you know that Draco”

“Shove off Cassie”

I smirked as Draco and I walked to the great hall for lunch. We had just left charms, terrible class really. But now we walk in silence as children cower away from us in the hallways. Disgusting little things. I was a Lestrange and he was Malfoy, you would be scared of us too. But rather than tormenting them like he usually would he kept walking and didn’t say a word. He knew that I thought terrorizing children was a waste of time, so he just didn’t bother with his usual antics when we were together.

We entered the great hall, no doubt gaining some students' attention. We made our way to the Slytherin table, Draco sat in between Mattheo and Blaise, Me in between Pansy and Astoria. The boys start conversing, probably something about their marks becoming more visible recently. That's something we’ve all been weary of. Voldemort rising once again. After Cedric Diggory’s death last year, no doubt caused by Voldemort, our marks have begun burning. At least mine has, but The way Draco twitches, his probably hurts too. He’s terrible at hiding his emotions. Something he did not take from his father was the ability to be a man. And as expressive as my mother is you would think I would make people pity me, but I just don’t care enough to show it. I like the way it hurts. Yes, that does sound physcotic, but c'mon, it’s in my blood, I can’t help it.

Anyways, lunch went on with Pansy, Astoria and I gossiping. Astoria tells us how Draco had given her one of his rings last night. I did envy her for being able to find someone to love her the way Draco did. Pansy then told us about a girl she’s been talking to, she never mentioned who it was, too scared we would say something to the mystery girl and scare her away. And then the girls telling me how Mattheo has a crush. Bloody hell I never get what I want, huh?

“I’m telling you Cass that's what Draco and Theo were talking about before they saw me”

“I believe you Tori, I just don’t want to believe that he has feelings for another girl”

I didn’t want love, I wanted to be loved- and that is entirely different. I was prepared for this to happen, but it still hurt. I knew he would move on from our “meaningless flirting”, how we would be touchier than best friends should be, how I loved him more than the world. Had he fallen for this beautiful girl? Who would be so much more than pretty. She would be smart. She would be funny. She would be brave. She would be greater than me in many more ways than one.

We were just friends. That spoke like lovers. And that seemed to be enough for two teenagers who were scared to love one another. At least, that's what I thought. Because after all these months of veiling my love for him, it is still him. It will always be him.

[coloredgirlfan-fiction01]

Yandere Chucky Headcanon

- There wasn't a things that you could do that Chucky didn't know about. Despite his don't care attitude, he always made it a priority to always know where and who you were with.

- It's not that he didn't trust you. It's just the people in your life other than him he didn't trust.

- Many nights he would pick fights with you and threaten to kill the persons that he thought were too close for comfort. They knew you had a boyfriend and whether or not they knew that he was a physcotic killing children's doll should make them keep their distances.

- But there was always that one friend that tried to fill his position. He always calls you and talks to you from hours, wanting to go out with you to hang out and all that bullshit couples are suppose to do.

- Chucky hated that guy with a burning passion. He was pompous and obnoxious, always wanted your attention when your attention was suppose to be his and his alone. But somehow you couldn't see that.

- Whenever you went out he always followed you through dark alleyways and hidden  behind bushes so he wouldn't be spotted.

- Even though he wasn't human anymore, his blood would boil when that sleeve ball would wrap his arms around you and hug you, as if you were his.

- He'd often hold your hand and kiss you on your cheeks or the top of your hands like a gentleman just to make you blush and would tease you for being so shy.

- Chucky had every right to kill that guy and remind you who you belonged to, but he needed the right time to strike.

- He was generous enough to let you go out with your stupid friends, see your family and have  a small fraction of a normal life but you obviously were getting too comfortable with these people.

- Whose to say you would eventually want complete freedom and leave him for some meat bag that could hold your hand and sweep you off your feet?

- Over his dead body.

- Despite him not being the lovey dovey type of man, you were his and his alone no matter how he wanted to spend his time with you.

- So one day after a heated argument over the fact that you were spending too much time with other people instead of him, you stormed out the house to go God knows where to "clear your head" as you had put it.

- He of course followed you and was LIVID when he say that indeed you were at that bastards house. He watched his pure rage as your friend answered the door and pulled you into a hug while running his hand on your head to calm you down and kissed you in your forehead.

- That was it. This bastard had to go.

- Blinded by his rage, Chucky made it into the house and made sure to kill your friend right infront of you.

- Over and over again he'd yell that you were his and no one else could have you, while you curled up in a corner and cried your eyes out.

- The blood of one your clothes west friends was figuratively and literally on your hands now.

- Chucky was drenched head to toe in crimson, his baby blue eyes stained with red that only amplified the complete monster he was.

- "Let this a reminder baby doll, I don't fuckin' share."

[raven-system]

I’ve been recently diagnosed- after 4 years due to COVID post poned it all- and turns out I’m not ‘physcotic’ like my parents thought (sorry I can’t spell good) and instead I’m “borderline sociopathic” so whipeedoodah I don’t know what to tell my parents cause they’ll try and correct the people part of the team helping me (: so imma just not talk to them anymore - is that bad? Idk - but 4 yearrrrrs and idk if I should be happy or hide in a wall

No, it’s not bad. I plan to cut my parents out of my life entirely ASAP.

[psychotic-psypport]

Hi! Is it normal to have periods of time where you believe that you can talk to spirits/animals, have powers, are a god, can tell when something bad will happen, (cw) to think you are being watched or followed, or to think you are dying? Cause I thought these where all normal experiences for people. I also sometimes hear people talking very quietly or saying 1 word, smell foods where there arent any, and see things in the corners of my eye that when I look back are gone. Are these symptoms of a physcotic disorder?

I would say you should absolutely talk to someone about these, because they do strike my as similar to my own experiences as a diagnosed psychotic person. I can't tell you for sure, but I can say that these sound consistent with psychosis in my mind, and that if they are concerning you, it's worth checking out. My advice is to tell a professional and to push for an explanation until you have one you understand. Whatever happens, diagnosis of psychosis or not, you have the right to understand what's going on in your own head.

[figrollz]

It’s my birthday!

I genuinely carry a lot of dread about this day. My 17th birthday I was mentally recovering from the way my friendships with people ended horrifically in high school and I remember being incredibly alone and going to my only friends house to eat food and just sleep while I felt tremendously sad. The year after my friend had a physcotic episode during a house party and I spent the rest of the night talking to police who thought we had drugged him and fell asleep on a sofa cuddling with a girl I hardly knew crying. My next two birthdays a uni I was sick with the flu and angry at a friend and made a scene in weatherspoons. Last year my directing assment aka my exam distracted me so much I forgot about it

Today was so nice. Just nice. Nothing bad. Nothing dreadful. A guy I am working with had a regular meeting with me in Leeds, my card declined in Starbucks :-( So he paid for my drink and we spoke about the script I wrote that is going into production in February and me and him are pitching a short film as a part of a competition to channel four in December like yikes. And half way thru he pulled out a little box with a slice of banana bread and a little box of cat poetry he bought me - which is sweet Cos cat characters are like a frequent motif in my writing.

And I bumped into a friend at the train station who told me my best friend was currently working at the uni so I ran so fucking fast lmao and I sat with her and ate my cake and we chatted and now me and my sister are about to buy ingredients for a huge meal and rhubarb gin for a birthday tea.

My sister bought me a beautiful green silk blouse with a high neck and open back, my friend got me a Miffy birthday card I have pinned to my wall, my mum bought me doc martens with these huge strappy buckles I am in love with.

[shawnyimagines]

Stranger in the night part 2

This one was encouraging a part 2 so thankyou so much x @bandsand-such

Where is Shawn? I think to myself a worried look starting to form on my face. I quickly emerge from bed checking out place from head to toe , making sure no cm of the house is un seen. As I walk past the mirror in the bathroom I can’t help but notice the bruises forming all over my body especially the lavender bruises all over my wrists.

As I head to the lounge room to check one last time it hits me all at once like a train crashing down on me. No keys , no phone, his favourite coat vanished from the night stand. I quickly turn the tv Shawn trying to prove that my fears are just that a fear. But I am struck with the news confirming what I thought was right. Shawn’s face plastered across the screen making headlines.

At that same moment I my phone starts ringing and I run to pick it up hoping it to be Shawn . It’s not , it’s Geoff but if anything that makes the whole situation worse.

“Y/N! Your here, I assume you have already seen the news. Shawn needs you at the police station right now, I am so sorry.” Geoff quickly spits out, trying to say the words as quick as possible.

“What do you mean I’m sorry? Geoff what happened ?” I ask

“I’ll explain later just get down here”

“Okay give me 10 minutes and I’ll be there”

I quickly end the call and sprint to the closet grabbing some jeans that cover all my bruises a long top and a sweater that covers my bruising wrists, accompanied by my coat sitting by the front door with my black boots. Every thought is racing thoroughly through my mind. What if Shawn’s hurt? How much trouble is he in? Is he going to be okay ? Am I going to be able to help him ?

The next 10 minutes are filled with anxiety the worry coursing through my bones as I drive as fast as I can to the police station without getting pulled over. The street signs flashing by like they were never there. My car screeches to a Gault at the front of the police station and I rush into the police station not even bothered to lock my car , Shawn is the priority.

My eyes scan the eerily luminous room, looking at every single face until I see a familiar disheveled brown haired man slumped in a chair next to a desk, another man next to him angrily that loons life Geoff typing on his phone. All I can see from here is flushed red cheeks and I worry. I practically run over to him tears already forming , my heart beating at lightning speed at the thought of him hurt. As soon as I reach him I drop down on my knees hands finding his thighs his name leaving my lips like velvet. “Shawn”

His head snaps up at me at the sound, and the sight drains all the colour from my face. Not only is his cheeks red , but his eyes are swollen from crying, a bruise upon his head as well as a split lip, the smeared blood swept across his chin.

“Baby” I whisper on the brink of tears. All he does is pull me into a fight in brace his head resting in the crook of my neck, hand in my hair. “I love you so much y/n... so much” He whispers softly in my ear, my heart swelling at his words like always. “ I love you too Shawn, but please tell me what’s going on.” Shawn is quiet for a second so I look to Geoff for answer. Geoff just heavily sighs and says “ let the kid explain” he says softly, slowly peeling himself off of the seat seemingly going for a walk.

My head whizzes back to Shawn wanting answers. He looks deep into my eyes tears forming on his eyes as he thinks of the news he has to tell me. Shawn takes a big breath before beginning.

“ Look, I didn’t want to leave you this morning I really didn’t, you looked so peaceful but I had no more medicine left and no food so I knew I had to go out and get some. So I did, I went down to the store to get all the things and I was almost ready to go home I swear. I was packing everything in my car , when I saw him”

A confused look makes its way onto my face. Him? Shawn obviously sees my confused look and explains for me. “ The guy from last night.” My heart sinks at that. I look into his eyes begging him to continue no matter the pain. I need to know how he ended up like this.

“I tried so hard to fight it, to fight the urge to go after him and beat him senseless for what he did to you but my hot head got in the way, and I chased after him like a fool. I caught up quickly and as soon as I had him I was throwing punches left and right. He did get me a few times to, that what these are from.” He says pointing to the injuries on his face. Before I could do some real, real damage the police caught up and had us both arrested. We got dropped off here and I thought that was it, but as he was put into the holding cell and I was explaining everything to the cops and my motive, he looked back at me with a physcotic grin saying that he was gonna find you and finish what he started and that I’d never had you back. And I- I just “

The tears are too much now, the salty tears leaking down his red cheeks falling into our links hands. I let go of his hand if only for a second to lift his chin up with my finger. “Baby, I’m right here, I’m right here with you, it’s okay”

And with that I pull him into a tight embrace.

“I tried so hard to get back to you but they wouldn’t let me go” He sobs.

“I know baby, I know, it’s okay”

It was all a blur after that , I gave my statement to the cops of the night before, signed Shawn’s papers, got Brian to bring Shawn’s Jeep home because I insisted on driving him home after all his injuries were treated.

As we enter our shared apartment I feel a sense of relief. We are finally home together, safe and sound. After I set Shawn in bed and go get some medicine I slide in right next to him, how it should have been early this morning. Shawn puts a warm around my middle pulling me closer to him, snuggling his head into my neck. “I’m so sorry” he apologises.

“For?” I ask confused.

“Going after him like that “

“It’s okay Shawn, don’t get me wrong, it was indeed wrong of you to do that but you were just wanting to protect me and that’s all I care about and that you okay, safe and sound with me”

“I love you y/n”

“I love you to Shawn” I smile attempting to shuffle closer to him drifting off into a dreamless sleep cuddled into my forever after.

But little did they know that at this very moment, the man that Shawn had chased was now getting let out of jail on bail. His next plan now in action.

Will it ever be over?

[imababblekat]

Imagine Being The Only One To Make Dark Genuinely Smile.

(S/N):

slight cursing

that’s all I believe, enjoy!

~

Dark sat on the couch, one leg over the other, and a book in both hands. He delicately turned a page, then continued to straighten his tie. Typically aware of everything that went on around him, his focus was in stead deep with in the inked words reflecting from his sharp eyes. So buried in the world of flowing letters and imagination, he didn't notice a pair of eyes watching him from the kitchen. Wilford Warfstache crinkled his nose, with squinted eyes and huffed.

"Look at him. He's always so grouchy looking. Even when doing something as simple as reading.", he criticized the darker ego.

Bing closed the fridge behind him, walking over and opening a can of soda.

"I don't think I've ever seen him smile dude. So not cool.", he took a swing.

"It ain't good bruh, causes total stress!", Bing said putting the drink down and pointing at Wilford.

Wilford sat against the island, twisting and twirling the ends of his mustache in thought. He was trying to think of ways to get the dangerous entity to smile. Partially because he had never seen him do so, mostly just smirks or dark grins. Honestly though, Wilford mostly just wanted to mess with him. While it would be interesting to see Dark's lips turn up in a non menacing way, he also really liked to annoy him. Hmm, but how would he go about this without getting his head severed? A loud belch beside him made him grimace, and Wilford turned to see Bing.

"That was like. . .a ten bruh.", Bing smiled, waving a hang lose sign.

Wilford smirked an idea coming to mind.

"Heya Bing~", Warfstache slurred, turning in his seat.

Bing finished taking another sip of his drink, completely dense of the other ego's underlining tone. "Suh dude?!"

"You like challenges right?"

"Ah dude! I freakin love challenges! Bottle flip challenge, maniquin challenge, don't laugh challenge, food challenges-"

"Alright, alright I get it!", Wilford cut him off, a bit annoyed with Bing. "How about this~"

Bing watched with interest as Wilford stood up, walking over and wiggling his finger before pointing into his chest. "How about a challenge to see who can get darky over there to crack a smile? A genuine one~!"

Bing thought for a second, his brows furrowing," Mmmm, I don't know bout that bruh. . ."

A lot of things may have gone over the AI’s head, but even he was smart enough to know that Dark was a force to be reckoned with. He had lived with Google for a while before moving in with you, Wilford, and Dark. And even though him and Google may have not gotten along exactly, even his former roommate warned him of the dark entity sitting in the living room.

"Oh what's the worry~?", Wilford slurred, turning and wrapping an arm around the others shoulders.

"Too scared to take up a challenge Bing?", Wilford grinned glancing up from under his lashes.

"What?! No way bruh!! Challenges are like, my thing!!", Bing snapped stepping away offended.

"Great!", Wilford clapped," Then you'll have no problem with going first!"

"Wait, what?"

Bing didn't have a moment to protest as Wilford shoved him forward to the kitchen entrance harshly. He glanced back at Wilford, who smiled and waved. Bing considered backing out, but his boldness stopped him. There was no way he'd back out of a challenge! He was Bing, and he was going to show that suspender wearing ego and every other ego that he was totally cool and could do anything.

Wilford watched with an amused smile as Bing made his way into the leaving room, skateboard by his side and striding up to Dark. Before he could see Bing utter a word to the other, his attention was drawn away when you had come into the house.

"Hey, what's up?", you greeted with a soft smile, laying down your bag on the counter.

You knew something was up as soon as you walked in and saw the shit eating grin on Wilford's face. The two of you along with Dark had been living together for a long while now, and had become quite familiar with each other's habits. You especially knew when Wilford was up to something, and it didn't usually end well.

"Trying to get darkness over there to give us a good ol smile~", he replied scooting next to you.

Looking over into the living room, you saw Bing, your newest roommate, speaking to Dark. You couldn't hear what he was saying, but what ever it was it had made the dark entity mad. Dark had stood up abruptly and grabbed hold of Bings shirt, catching the other completely off guard. You couldn't hear what Dark was saying in this moment either, but what ever it was it made Bing look like he was about to piss himself. Letting go of the terrified ego, Dark sat back down and continued to read, as though nothing had happened, and Bing shakily made his way back over to you and Wilford.

"What'd he say to you?", you asked concerned for your newest roommate.

Bing's voice slightly trembled as he looked up at you,"I'd rather not r-repeat it."

You frowned and glanced over at Wilford as he chuckled amused,"And what'd you say to make him want to cut your throat? I've never seen him get mad that quickly."

Bing glanced at you and quickly looked away when you made eye contact," I-I'd rather not repeat that either bruh, for like. . .the safety of my life and stuff ya know?!"

Wilford smirked and brushed his mustache," I suppose I win then~!"

"What?! Not uh!!", Bing snapped back to his usual self.

"What do you mean 'not uh'? Of course I did! You lost, your disqualified, there for I win!"

"Mmmm actually~", you cooed beside them.

Both boys turned towards you, seeing the delicate smirk upon your face. "You don't win Wilford. There's still one person other then you who hasn't tried."

"Oh, and who would that be doll~?", he slurred with a raised brow, leaning on his elbow close to you.

"Me~", you winked.

". . .you can't be serious.", both ego's said at once.

"Of course I'm serious!", you grinned.

"Sorry to say it bruh, but Dark is colder then well. . .uh, cool?", Bing tried scratching his cheek.

"I hate to agree with the five here, but he's right (y,n). You'll only have your feelings crushed by that manipulative ass hat.", Wilford confirmed, twirling the ends of his stache.

You scoffed,"If I make him smile, you both owe me ice cream."

"Fine, but it's your death bed.", Wilford said raising his hands.

"Good luck, bruh! You'll need it.", Bing wished you off as you strode confidentially into the living room.

Dark sighed softly, leaving a bookmark in the second to last chapter of his book before closing it. Cracking his neck, he felt satisfied at the sounds of popping joints.

"Hey Dark~"

Said man looked up, his eyes narrowed expecting to see Wilford, but slightly calmed when he saw it was you.

"Yes? What is it?", he asked coldly.

You smiled and sat down beside him.

"Oh nothing~"

"Bullshit."

"What? I can't just hang out with my roommate?"

Dark narrowed his eyes skeptically," I know you (y,n). Now what do you want?"

You sighed, giving up your facade and sprawling down over his lap. You felt him stiffen some, but he didn't make any notion of pushing you off.

"Okay, so maybe I do want something."

"And what would that be?", he asked with his usual, unamused expression.

"Well um. . .", your eyes flicked around the ceiling, refusing to look at his face.

Dark watched you with a blank stare, his body relaxing some and becoming used to the warmth that you provided. Biting the bottom of your lip, you finally looked up at him. He raised a brow wondering what was bothering you so much to make you fidgety. Waving your hand down, you motioned for him to come closer. Again he raised his brow, but leaned in none the less. Lifting up a little, you cupped your hands by your mouth and whispered into his ear.

Meanwhile, Wilford and Bing sat on the edge of their seats in the kitchen, trying their hardest to hear what was being said. They were honestly shocked that Dark had even let you lay on him like that. To say the least, both boys were pouting slightly because of it.

Finishing what you had to say, you leaned your head back down in Dark's lap, looking up at him with a tiny smile. Dark was still leaned forward, processing what you had just told him. Glancing down at you, his dark eyes met your (e,c) ones, and in that moment, he lost it. He threw his head back and a noise strange to the ears of the other two ego's filled the house.

Dark was. . .laughing!

Not that sadistic, physcotic cackle that had been deemed his only form of showing any hint of closeness to feeling joy. No, he was laughing purely. It was deep and wholesome, completely foreign to Wilford Warfstache and Bing. Their mouths hung open, eyes wide as Dark's laugh calmed and he wiped away a stray tear. You smiled below him, teeth showing and eyes crinkled at the edges.

"Well?", you giggled.

Dark breathed in a soft laugh,"You're utterly redicioulus, that's all I have to say."

"But you laughed~", you pointed out endearingly.

Dark chuckled shaking his head slightly and. . .was that. . .a smile? Indeed it was. A genuine, heart felt smile spread across Darkiplier himself.

~xXx~

(A/N: what is this?! A darkiplier imagine?! Why yes, I do think its is! \-3-/ )

[punk-zionist-vibes]

Have you considered therapy for your problems instead of this one person who you seem to be heavily dependent on for your well being?

Alright going to answer this on foot-

I'm not sure how much I want to reveal but Imma be brutally honest for a second-

We tried therapy. I was rushed to the hospital, we were delivered there by police, to an ambulance, to I think a nursing home(?)

I don't remember much, since my memory has a lot of issues and I tend to forget stuff easily.

It was next to a school, and the parking lot felt a bit off but I hadn't much else to complain about other than the fact I was forced to sit in a room where they played movies on a tv- at least I got to watch a few disney classics,

They asked a couple questions, I had to answer- I got laughed at by my own parents. My mom wouldn't take me seriously, and I was ready to burst into tears. (They eventually went home, but it didn't calm much down after that.)

I stayed for a few days. Don't rlly want to go into detail but I ended up going home worse than before. I'm not sure what exactly it was, but I just felt something inside me click after that trip that went from euphoric, to just plain awful.

I had to pretend I was okay(?)

I was going to school after that so I couldn't just start having mental breakdowns in class. The other kids would look at me funny, I was nowhere near ready to handle that.

I was even sent to an asylum for children once, long story short I came out with schizophrenia and had very physcotic visions and ideals.

I even couldn't say the word schizophrenia, out of the fear that "they" would attack me. I'm not sure if I still even have it, "they" haven't come back in awhile but I refuse to talk about them.

(Also pretty sure me having it was mentioned about last year?? someone was like "omg you are romantisizing" or something when really I was putting it into a Don't Starve oc for projection reasons, and to probably cope(?)

I don't exactly remember what was going through my mind at the time, and the fact that it even happened still feels quite hazy.))

We tried group meets. I ended up feeling socially anxious every visit and hit my nose on the table. Became an instigator/"family friend" for every kid there until the pressure of preforming got to me and I refused to show up for most visits.

But anyway, we've tried about every trick in the book. Therapy record? we've got YEARS worth of time spent trying to "fix me",

I was even forced to take pills- Which is why I now have a bad history with them, and HATE taking pills. They gross me out, I just feel so unclean with the idea of them and- well, never again.

Long story short, I ended up meeting this person and began feeling things I had never felt before- Calm, able to reason, able to be open minded, able to listen freely. I felt comfortable, welcomed.

Gonna be truthful on this one, I probably messed up a lot around them, but they tolerated me.

I feel kind of bad, knowing I might be the reason I one day meet my own downfall, but being around them sort of picks me up from the dirt and takes away my irrational thoughts like no therapy ever could. I'm just not sure how they'll take it long term, no matter how much I'm honest with them-

But..., That's all I'm comfortable sharing.

(Have a nice day!)

[trippz2ill2ace8itout]

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🥀🥀Mental Physcotic Breakdown/Episode . This is one of my least explicit ones. Meet Tyler Alvaro x🥀🥀

😔😞W3lc0m3 T0 Th3 W0rld 0f I33y Magdalinoz-Martinez/Br0k3n R0z3z/Sara Pi3rce/Tyl3r Fiaskko-Alvaro. This is my life. 0r 21% 0f It. TRIGGER WARNING!!!

●21%0F.MY.LIFE UDATED VERSION: ... 🥀Itz Izzy Magdalinoz-Martinez,Asexual. I am a recovering drug addict and alcoholic, on Step One &1MonthClean (used every drug except shrooms, Molly and Bathsalts) .I use to forget about my pain, I went to rehabs,(CHYC as mental health and drugNAlcohol Treatment for a year, went to NA and AA?meetings once a week) I’m 21 years old, my dad died In 2011 (of a reported heart attack, but I thought I killed him, I tried to kill him in his sleep multiple times), but he abused me since I was 4 (I fought back at age 9, when the torture got worse, when he hit my mom I started going on a rampage) (beenThruTraumaSince4till2monthsAgo) but I couldn’t tell my mom he was abusing me and torturing me  (on multiple occasions on our "father-daughter trips" or when we were alone) or he would sell me or kill me, so I had mixed feelings he injection me with Meth and Heroin (inside a parked car at Carl's Jr, he also made me go to the bathroom && strip for him, he would shoot me up and laugh),, i was out on the streets at first in 2012 (I want insane and lost it in May of 2011), now I’m homeless 13 times (witnessed a lot of crimes, did crimes, a lot happened to me also I did a lot as well) ,getting arrested, in fights, almost been killed, I rose a 9 year old kid (now 13 years old) named Anthony Castillo-Martinez, he was I an abusive foster home, so me and my motel roommate and ex girlfriend of One Year. Kimberly Marie-Olivarez took him in, I was mentally unstable and unfit so CPS took him away,after acar accident&igot framed for giving him drugs,&Inever seen him since,Kimberly and i adopted him from an abusive foster home, after me and Kimberly broke up cuz she was cheating on me with my friend Jeremy and b4 Anthony got taken we went 2 court and Kim got all parental rights and i had to pay child support and got superviszed visits, Jeremy Baraz later told me that Kimberly and him were engaged, I got heated and flipped out and he raped me and we got into an altercation, he helped me on the streets&&was my partner in crime , he bailed me out at the police station (after I got put on temporary probation for continually committing crimes and trashing a strangers car cuz there was drugs in there and they were going to go after my son with that car and drug him up, later they cut the probation if I went to long term rehab) , Ishmael Baraz (Jeremys brother, also guided me and later on got into a shooting scene, so i had to bail him out, only fair u know, we went crazy and i almost got killed and so did he, i pointed the gun towards the officer and stated "if you don't let my friend go, I will shoot u and all of ur officers", and they tazed me (and on multiple other occasions went crazy on police, grabbed the gun , gotten tazed, got the cops called on me for no reason but sometimes 4A reason, im known for police, fire department, AMR, sherriffs etc.) he was a convicted felon, && We were all in a cop chase, we made it to OC with Jeremy, and later on Jeremy &Ismhael myBuddyzGotSh0t isaw the entire thing , and I almost got killed as well, &iwasProstituting/got sold, got drugged up and abused 4 money4us (To raise Anthony, and have a hotel for me Kim and him to live), after that incident of Anthony getting taken Kimberly tried to kill me in my sleep with Ambien.a meth needle and vodka.i woke up in an ER, and she killed herself (right in front of me and I tried 2 st0p her, but I was 2latee ,been raped by my drug dealers which also drugged me up.people on the streets,&by sum1 Idon’t wanna talk about (now I'm coming clean, it was Kimberly) I was in Foster Care a couple times, the 2nd time i was in abusive/Drugaddicts, Angela and Jimmy Miller (they tortured, force fed, raped, abused, but me, drugged me up, had multiple people (over 40 a day) come in an rape me one by one, Angela and Jimmy had a meth lab in there house and I slept in the middle of the attic, they locked me up in there) , first a foster called GHS with staff instead of parents, and with Lisa (who was like a grandma to me but she passed away later on so I moved , later finding out that she attempted suicide) I’ve been in 215 mental hospitals (ETS, Loma Linda, Arrowhead, Cedars Cienai, San Bernardino Community, Delamo, The Willows "CRC", Auoura Charter Oaks, Auoura Las Encinas, UCI, Canyon Ridge, Kaiser, Kaiser Sunset, College Hospital, lock down treatment centers,1in Utah called Copper Hills Youth Center, multiple treatment centers, crisis centers (Crisis Stabelization Unit a 24 hour crisis center [CSU] over 80 times), 2 week mental health and drug/alcohol programs (STAY Program (2x), Jumpstreet, Excelsior House, Rancho West, and Telecare Lagos...2x each) group homes (Rancho Domocitas), Boarding Cares (Golden Girls, a SSI paid house of all girls) rehabs (Cedar House 2x, CHYC, and multiple others), shelters (House of Miracles, Lutheran Mission, Set Free Ranch, Path Of Life, and many otherz), the streets (13 times homeless/on the streets, LA, OC, Menifee, Riverside, Murrietta, Mission Viejo, Corona, irvine and San Bernardino), been in car accidents (over 10 times),I’ve been arrested and detained by a lot of cops in Corona (know mostly all of them, a lot of other people know me in Riverside), I have anger issues (extremely bad), been kicked out of multiple schools since 7th grade, I’ve attempted suicide over 50 timesXI’ve self harmed on multiple occasions (in all kinds of different methods) Ihave bipolar (manic depressive disorder type 1 mixed episode), pre diabetes (got rid of).depression (major depressive disorder).paranioa.anxiety.Buliemia.insomnia.Dissociative Identity Fued.skitzoaffective (extreme skitzophrenia && bipolar mixed) ptsd,ocd,attachment disorder.Autism.borderlinepersonality.amnesia.multiple personality disorder,used to have anorexia, && im deaf in my right ear, near sighted, motion sickness, social anxiety,  gastridous, && lastly, chronic body pain .....i helped the homeless and people In hospitals (I help everyone way toooo much) been0nallmentalHealthmedication (I mean ALL, including narcotics and Benzos, and any pill u can use to get high) ppl TriedToSend Me2 MetropolitanStateHospital(highestLevelOfCare), IMD (Institution For The Mentally Diseased) on multiple occasions, ive been to many therapists, physciatrists, ER's, and been on 51/50, 52/50 holds , concervertaship, and lastly ive got taken away from my mom on 4 occasions (personal reasons) I’ve never had a stable home since 2011,now on Augest of 2018 I’m finally home,ihelp others cus im used to people not caring about me, I have trust issues,im always there2help to care to make sure thereok and I don’t stop.StayStronq.It's Izzy Here Again. I Have 22 different voices/demons/visions  in my head. Johnny Garcia, Lily, Elizabeth "Liz" Ramos , Charlotte McMann, Wesley Garcia, Constance McMann, Dancing Fire (demon like archangel misunderstood in the form of fire, might be another world trying 2 contact me), Chandy/Gladdis/Leon/Charlene/Raul/Ralphie/George/Michaela aka Michael(all characters from my movie etc.), Erin Ramos. DANCING Squares, Duplicates of People, Bad Mommy/Good Mommy, Bad Daddy/Good Daddy, Visions&Hallucinations of Past/Future, Cones, Red Dots, Flyerway, Veronica/Victoria Enxxellia, Objects Having Force On Me, Flying Objects, Demons Posessing Me. SatanslashGod (can't tell the difference), Richard Enxxellia, Three 7's, Seventy Three 6's, Puppoi (A Duplicate Of My Puppy Raskcal), Mr.OutOfDate, NXSP (0ne Of The Alter Worlds I Live In As Liz Ramos, as I raise hell with Johnny "JJ" Garcia (I try to kill him on multiple occasions but I pulled the Red Wire && he got worse), The Ends (The End Of NXSP it's worse than hell itself times infinity 100 percent), Jonathan Maqranga, TwentyStepsForward, Edgar "Eddie" Alejandria, Dancing Rooms, UglyBitterSky, TheFuckAllTheWayUpInTheSky, Chillwax Alejandria, People From My Past, A Vivid Movie Like Form Of My Whole Past From Beginning To End Flashing By In My Head (Random Times, Coordinated by Dancing Fire Themself), ClosedOptions, Paid2Kill Hernandez,   etc.. I Got Chocked, Raped, Tortured, Tied Up, Shot At, Tied To A Tree, Slept In Bathrooms && In Cars (Having Blake Follow Me Into Everywhere I Go && Went into the bathroom , shoving knives, pins, needles, food, guns, sticks, and other shit inside me and he would rape me and if i talked he would kill me. I met Blake at a gas station 3 times to give me my drugs and alcohol paid by for sex with him), I Had 3 Drug Dealers, Juan Torres, Blake Vandiego, Luis Alexander (last name unknown, all of these people didn't give me there real last names, they Identified as what they told me to call them) Blake did the worst torture (playing cakes with me, roleplaying, video taping the torture, I woke up in my bed and he woke me up with 12 meth needles, and we played Pin The Donkey. he would cut me, slice me, bang my body parts on brick walls, put 2 guns in my mouth, 1 gun in each ear, and beat me, burned me, shoved a lighter turned on in my pussy and my butt, he would light me up, and so much much much more torture, all for drugs and money when I became poor), Luis did the 2nd worse torture (he would put a gun to my head at every meal time , beat me, had rough uncosensual sex, played games with me chasing me naked in the hotel room but while playing my sex tapes on the TV, and he would make me sleep outside, all 4 drugs/money when I needed it), and Juan did no torture except  (rape me and made me do crimes like the other two did, but he was the sweetest) me and Juan dated for about 4 months, then he perposed, I SAID yes, 4 weeks later he asked me to marry him, and I said no, he said it was fine but 4 weeks later he killed himself with 5 whole bottles of Gabapentin. I Got tortured by more than all 3 of these people. I was a BAD bad bad kid at 12, I was criminally and critically insane, and I did insane things, my behaviors were extremely dangerous/violent/brutal/physcotic/homoscidally insane. 0n 0ne occasion I tried to kill my mom and brother (to take them to Heaven with me), my dad, People on the streets and many many others. I've almost been to Juvenial Hall/Jail on multiple occasions. In the dark Kimberly tried to kill me after she got high on Spice. she reenacted a scene from Criminal Minds that she saw. I was being chased with a knife around my motel room with Anthony watching (he's my son, not by blood but by heart cuz blood doesn't make family),  Lisa 0ne Of My Foster Parents would treat me well but on one occasion and one occasion only, she put a gun to my head and told me to shoot her first and than me . so we could escape from this world. I refused and she started drinking heavily , I was her only friend, she had a BAD past as well. her behaviors changed drastically and I would have 2 watch her hurt herself, drink, walk around naked singing Kill Me Kill Me Ding Dong The Witch Is Dead, and What Is Love, I watched her self harm and I tried 2 stop her, but whenever I tried to she would scream and give the gun to me again, she is currently (she's dead but awhile later) was diagnosed with Alzheimer's Disease, Autism, Skitzophrenia, and PTSD. She killed herself later on. When I was a patient in multiple of the placements/hospitals/lockdown treatment centers/rehabs/crisis centers/stabilization units etc etc. I would misbehave really badly, I would have protected sex, get in fights, extreme physcotic episodes, do drugs  when it was not permitted, I'm used to doing worse crimes on the streets anyways.I got bullied 4 the 1st time inside of CHYC, last but yes least, DAMGEROUSLY CRAZY ME wants to tell u one more thing, when I was homeless, A boy named Timothy Sagaste (not real last name) lead me on and we got engaged after 6 months of dating cuz we were so close, I trusted him, we had a connection, but after leading me on for so long I thought things were TOO perfect, and I was right, after I got engaged to him, we had a romantic dinner &; he told me that he was seeing someone else, that he pretendedthat he liked me, pretended our whole relationship everything about it, he told me he was breaking up with me and I Got heated and beat him up and tried to kill him but he finally grabbed the shotgun and knife out of my hands, Tied me to the bed and told me to "Go Kill Yourself Sara, You DON'T DESERVE LOVE, U DON'T DESERVE TO LIVE, YOUR A MISTAKE , THAT'S WHY NO-ONE EVER LOVED YOU, YOUR AN UGLY SLUT TRASHY WHORE AND U NEED TO GO 2 HELL, UR A SHITTY MOM PAYING CHILD SUPPORT. I'M GOING TO BE THE ONLY ONE AT UR FUNERAL AND GUESS WHAT HOE, IM GONNA LAUGH" He went on and on , he us3d my life story and my past against me, after he was done , he took out his phone and video taped me afterward. and he shouted "How Do U Like Me Now" I Got up and grabbed my Medication bottles (Lithium, Adavan, Gabalentin, Abilify, Welbuitren, Zoloft, Vicodin, Seroquel, Norcos, Xanex, Rhresperdol, Atarax, Ambien, My Meth Needle, My Knifes, Guns, Cigarrette Lighters, and My Xprexa and ran into the bathroom, I took a whole bottle of each medication, I made slits in my arm, wrist, neck, I burned myself in the pussy and in my legs (just like how Blake did it) but I hurt myself 20 times worse than anybody ever had, I went physco and I shot myself up in both my arms with meth and heroin, I did the worst torture to myself worse than anybody ever had. I reenacted Blake, Luis ,and Juans torture , plus everyone who has ever tortured me, I did it worse. I put the gun to my head, I added more bullets and i pulled the trigger, I woke up in an ER, and they said I passed out before the bullet hit my head, so now I realize that I was lucky. God Bless everyone and everything, this is the FULL 20% of my 100% of my life story. Fuck Love, Trust N0B0DY && Stay Strong, btw it feels like somethings crawling all over me/or I'm crawling out of my skin , it happens a lot, take care I'm here. ~IzzyMagdalinozMartinez]🥀

-Who I Am Is Darkness- 8/5/14 MY.STORY. xc

hey, I know my dad may have died, after that, I went crazy, physco mental in the head I lost myself I built an emotional wall around myself, I lost my mind and went insane, did dangerous shit that I regr...et, I grew a dark side, I started having hallucinations, different personalities I got possessed, I have REALLY bad anger issues, 34 suicide attempts 50 mental hospital visits a level 14 residential treatment center in Utah and went to a group home called Rancho Domacitas. people were scared of me, I felt numb weak and empty rages and rages of explosive anger and violence, I abused myself to death, I grew worse and worse I ran away anxiety skitzophrenia depression anger violence drugs self harm suicide homoscide there's more things that no one knows about but I was a crazy bitch, I wanted to die, my hallucinations grew worse and worse I smoked my problems away "Johnny" my main hallucination abused me physically and mentally, tbh I don't know who I was I saw my deceased dad, I got the cops called on me, Johnny took full control and I went physco, I had mental episodes bad mental breakdowns ran away everyday got in reastraints started fighting, I wanted to die, I wrote a suicide letter, plenty of times I attempted but I busted my moms door down and started taking pills, I abused myself by cutting punching slamming any self harm possible my anger became to violent I mean I was a mental fucking mess, finally I lost myself so hard so bad I couldn't feel or breathe or think, I just went black, I had blackouts and then I realized I did some really dangerous stupid shit. my life was hard and I still wanted to die and take my family with me I had no touch with reality and my medication wasn't helping, I was done I thought my mom was verbally attacking me but she wasn't, I was pretty messed up, I had a dark side I had so much pain and hurt inside me I was broken and shattered I hated myself because I was a fucking mentally Ill fuck up, I had nightmares about abuse. I wanted my daddy back, I didn't believe he was dead, everyday I grew crazier to the point where I couldn't control it. and I was lost and very very sick you don't even know most of the shit I've done, I was so crazy so I got sent away for a year I got help even when I acted out, I went to a step down group home and all the hospitals. I finally could feel again, and now I'm getting better and back on track. and I find myself again thanks to all you amazing beautiful people I love to call family I don't and can't even put into words how much I love you, all of you, your my family and my mom she's amazing, you all can do this I'm here for you guys I care, you guys I just fucking love you, and thanks, stay strong. that's part of my life story sense I know you all I posted it on here. love you guys I am out of reality in a dark state not mentally there, I'm scared and in pain emotionally desturbed, it's killing me eating me alive and I can't take it the monster inside me fighting to get out. so what I might be autistic so what I have issues so what I'm retarded I still stayed strong through all my issues for 4 years if I get off my meds I get physco and crazy and "not there" I'm asbergers but I'm smart and I'm learning to stay strong and control myself, it's killing me it's tearing me apart the monster inside me, feel trapped in my body I need to get out, no people with suits my mom is not gonna die, I love my mom so much I'd die for you, for her birthday I'm writing and singing her a song I love you best mother in the world I'd die for you. sometimes it just stops, and then starts up again, his body cold on the couch, I need you I need you, but he's gone. I love my mom so much, she might need to go to the emergency room and I'll be with her right by her side the whole time, cuz I love her so much I'd do anything for her. anyways I love her I'd die for her, the most amazing person I know I'll be there for her all my life she was there for me through all my struggles, that's right no one fucks with my family. no one understands what would it be like if I was gone, I'm getting worse I need help fuck I feel numb and sick in the head, my brain is malfunctioning I don't know what's real anymore I'm done no one gets me like my mom, I'm scared full of pain I feel blank I'm going crazier I have nothing in me but a trapped girl wanting to get out of her cage, I hate this life I'm never happy, I fake I'm ok so my mom can be happy inside me is a monster inside me is someone else and depression and a no one I don't no what to say anymore what to do I cry myself to sleep all night I really do wanna die, but no inside me is full of mixed emotions a girl scared and full of rage and pain, I'm going numb insane it's killing me I am scared, I could cry for forever I love you mom, I'm so anxious I don't know what's going on, filling the empty hole inside me my moms gonna change, I fake it all it all if you new what goes on in my head u would be crying its scary it's bad I could beat myself till I bleed I hate this I'm not safe everyone is getting sick of me, I'm fucking mental and crazy, I'm the craziest girl you'll meet I was bad gone and really really sick in the head I did all the crazy things you can think, Ive done unsafe and crazy mental things I was a physcopathic, by now it's getting better slowly, my moms my life my reason to live I've had problems and struggles I want to be happy but I'm fighting the fight to get better, I'm here for all of you I might have a dark side I've been abused and I abuse myself but I'm staying strong I'm here for all of you, I love you as family and I love my mom to death and I love my mom I feel so numbed like no one knows how I feel and my problems got so bad my dark old self grew stronger than weaker, I wasn't in reality, and who I am? darkness... I've had out of body experiences out of it mentally, emotionally I was controlled by my dark side I went all out I might be crazy but I'm fighting, I'm gonna be happy i love you mom forever I've changed for the worst my mom is gonna change for the worse I just know it. darkness is taking control of me I can't control it. but I love you I love you I'm sorry I SORRY don't take me away, I've tried suicide nope not successful, I'm done but I want to make everybody proud, cuz I love you all with all my heart even tho I feel invisible like a nobody a fighter very violent I'm strong and you guys can stay strong to I'll help you every step of the way, don't you even try calling me weak I'm strong IM STRONG!!!! I don't get feelings, I'm feeling feelings I'm worried and paranoid , no one messes with my mom or I'll beat there bitch ass no one cares or understands me cuz I'm like a puzzle very complicated and crazy but I'm blessed with my family and I can stay strong through my troubles I'm sorry to everybody for being a failure a freak a mentally ill sick child I haven't pleased anyone what if I disappeared left fade away I hate this my crazy ass can end up in another institution, but I'm staying with my mom and I'm mentally 7 in the head my brain is messed up there's something wrong but what the fuck ever I LOVE MY MOM WITH MY LIFE ! I can stay strong. no more crazy me he he xP "Let's go crazy don't be fine go be sane and lose ur mind don't be fraid to lose your mind, nothing's the same, tears I shed but no words can describe the pain I feel, numb.. I LOVE YOU xx I'm losing my mind no sense scared trying to crawl out of my own skin, trapped, full of rage feeling numb, his body was moving he's not dead he's alive. why am I the only one going crazy why aren't I happy ? what if I was just an illusion I don't wanna go insane again or back to the hospital... this is how it is, welcome to the ends welcome to my life, I love you my family listen I've had a hard shitty life, lots of issues lots of treatment, I don't know what's real or what's fake I don't have touch with reality I wanna get help I wanna get better, I have faith in God he can help me turn around my life and my behaviors, I can do this, fuck you haters, I love myself again. NO MORE CRAZYNESS, I may be sick in the head I may be depressed and have problems, I care for you all and I'm learning to love my life. if I could get better in my head and my mental state even though I'm not in a good place or mentally in darkness you don't know what goes on in my head. I'm scared I don't know what's going on what's happening welcome to the ends, I'm sorry for becoming darkness, if you knew how crazy I was, you would know how far I've come through all my treatment my brain is messed up I might have a brain tumor a clot in my brain I'm not myself I'm dark I'm crazy I'm mental I have problems but I can make it through, I love you all who have always stuck by my side, I haven't been the hospital for a month I haven't done all that dangerous crazy shit in three months, I'm always sticking by your side I love you as family , I still have unresolved issues but I can do this I CAN BE STRONG ITZs NOT OVER YET! I may be out of it crazy on medication but guess what I CAN MAKE IT x.x Dont worry bout me i might not be stable but im staying strong...

●2% MoreOf My Life Story TRIGGER WARNING!!! So here is my story. I’ve been thru hell all my life and I have attachment issues cuz of my past torture hell and trauma . I usually have an estimate of 5,6,7 breakdowns a day. I’m used to everything that it’s sickening. I’ve always acted out dangerously and unsafely. Later on after my ex girlfriend Kimberly died I realized that she was the one that framed me for giving my illegally adopted son Anthony drugs and after the car accident , I saw Kim laughing and pointing at Me and later  on before she hung herself... she said Anthony was never mine he was hers , and I would never be a mother, and that’s why my mom always was a bitch to me. My mom NEVER would kick me out, or so I thought, after I came home from Foster Care she acted strange , not as bad as before. And she kicked me out then took me back in then kicked me out and so on and so forth. I was in LA getting fucked up and on one occasion 2 guys got me really drunk and I woke up In the bathroom and my pants were down and I was on my cycle and everyone saw, I went to the ER, and they said I got raped (again) in the period of my 12th time being homeless. I got raped over 20 times . I almost got killed multiple times, on one occasion I was walking and a van pulled up to the curb and they pointed a gun towards me and told me to get in, I did and they raped me in the back seat and they force fed me, gave me some meth and pointed the gun towards my head the whole way towards there house... they were master bating and would shove there dirty hands down my throat they forced me to have oral. When we got to there house they had a knife up to my throat and I screamed and then the rest was a blackout and I ended up on some strangers lawn . I go to Journey Tay in Spruce street in Corona, I constantly go to CSU and I have a physciatrist and a therapist, but I’m closed off and very touchy with everyone cus my social anxiety trust issues and past trauma. I know I’m broken damaged and helpless but I have a strong faith in God!!!! Anyways on 12/25/2018.. there was this boy approached me during Christmas Eve, and he acted completely fine and normal and caring and sweet and kind hearted and usually I can tell when somethings off. He led me into his trap, I gave him a kiss, and we laughed and. Hung out and we were texting over FaceBook messenger, he constantly asked where I lived and I started to connect with him. On Christmas Day after we opened Christmas gifts we went to Starbucks and he texted me and told me he was at Starbucks, I noticed him getting weird, he didn’t look good at all.. he kept telling me about getting liquor , I mentioned it first , but I changed my mind and he wouldn’t stop . We went to a Walmart where there was nobody there cus Of Christmas. We hung out . We were heading out and he spotted a soda machine, he asked me for a dollar and he put it in the soda machine and I asked where’s mine, he said he had a dollar and I was putting mine back in my purse, I was recording with my iPod touch , and in a split of a second he grabbed my I touch and my wallet with over 400 dollars in it. pushed me and ran, it scared me cus it was out of nowhere. And I gave him my all. And I was hurt. And I still can’t believe it’s true , that all of that was an act, I thought it was for my movie cus we were making a movie , I got up and nobody cared, some people laughed, and I called the cops, not even the security or the costumers care, nobody cares. The cops showed up and she asked me questions, and I’m going to court and there doing an investigation . After that my PTSD got 20 times worse and I started acting out having more episodes and I felt alone. I had another physcotic break . I’ve been to court many times for many reasons : I spend most my holidays away, I spent mine at CSU, and I got worse, I started smoking hookah and I started cutting and popping my meds again, trying to overdose once again . And my behaviors and mental state of mind and insanity and physcotic episodes got worse. They still are. And I know I have support. I’m here for you all , stay strong. May God Be With You!!!!!

●Angelique/Ezxekyal "Izzy" Magdalinoz-Martinez /Sara Nicole Pierce /Br0k3n R0z3z /Tyler Fiaskko-Alvaro

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[myonepiece]

Can i request some headcanons for yandere ichiji, kid and killer when their crush/s/o refuses to marry them? Thanks!

Yandere!  Ichiji, Kid, Killer reaction to their S/O refusing to marry them

Yandere!Ichiji x Reader,   Yandere!Kid x Reader,   Yandere!Killer x Reader

Description: Yandere! Ichiji, Kid, & Killer (seperate) reaction to their S/O (S/O against their will) refusing to marry him

Warnings: yandere, abuse, violence, toxic relationship

A/N: all of the Vinsmoke brothers, excluding Sanji, are already yanderes without the au, just slightly less violent 💕 i made this kind of short, I’m still rather new to yandere writings but I think this turned out pretty good- you can request again if it’s not what you were looking for though 💕

TW

he thinks he handled it well, he didn’t scream or yell, he thinks that’s being cool. about it

but no, he might not have screamed at you or yelled at you, but he did hurt you- bad

when you refused, he stayed silent, too silent, you could feel the anger radiating off him and the whole atmosphere grew dark, a malicious smirk spread across his face as he got up from kneeling

you tried to take a step back but he grabbed your arm and yanked you closer, his grip tightening evey second as he whispered

“that’s not your choice to make, I asked you because I thought you would like it, whether you agree or not doesn’t matter. but unfortunately now I have to punish you”

he moved his hand from your upper arm, fingerprints turning purple as they were engraved into the flesh, his hand wen to you hand, closing around it forming a fist before exuding his pressure all at once and you felt a splitting pain and heard a series of cracking noises as his hand closed tighter around yours

“I don’t like to hurt you my love, but you need to learn your place, and you need to learn that you’re only role is to serve me and follow my every wish- what I say goes~”

he smiled devilishly as he opened his hand and dropped yours, now pruple and swelling, dangling limp at you side while you bit your lip to hold back the tears 

“now, let’s go tell everyone the good news”

Ichiji sneered as he grabbed your by your shirt, yanking you towards him and out the door first, following behind and pushing you harshly down the corridor, his hand going to grab your noww broken hand- his touch with a slight feeling of gentleness,or at least not an intention of furthering your suffering

he stayed silent for a moment, before throwing his head back and cackling, once he met your eyes again he had a physcotic smile, wide and spiteful ad he got up from his chair and swiftly moved to push you against the wall, wrapping his hand tightly around your neck and you felt your feet leave the floor

“you still think what you say matters?!”

he laughed loudly at the idea, finding your thoughts of significance amusing

“I asked because I wanted to at least see a smile, but that doesn’t matter either”

you clawed at at his hand that was tightened around your esophagus, nails scratching the skin but only making Kid sneer at your attempts to release yourself

he leaned forwards and captured your lips in his, hungrily devouring your mouth with his, pulling apart to reveal a strand of saliva conecting the tongues

 he smirked evily and threw you to the floor a ways away, you hit the ground limply and reached up weakly to feel the side of your head, pulling your hand back to find red liquid coating your fingertips

Kid was smirking from the doorway

“go to sleep, I’m going to tell the crew the news then I’ll be back”

he left the room, slamming the door behind him and you were left in the dimly lit bedroom struggling to push yourself up off the floor

Killer stayed still and quiet, you though he didn’t hear you at first, but then he shot up from kneeling and gripped your shoulders harshly, bringing you within an inch of his face 

“I thought you would be smarter than that baby”

he squeezed your arms tightly and backed you up until your back hit the wall and you inhaled sharply at the contact 

his face was set into a serious expression, his jaw cleched and eyebrows furrowed

“baby you know I hate hurting you, so I’m going to ask one more time and you’re going to say yes, do you understand?”

“y-yes”

“good. will you marry me ______?”

“yes”

“that wasn’t so hard was it”

Killer’s tone was tight but he smiled slightly at your accepttion of his proposal. he leaned forward and claimed your lips with his, biting your bottom lip as he pulled away, tilting your head to the side to place a kiss below your ear, pulling away after whispering a warning

“now don’t go anywhere”

his grasp tightened once more and he lifted you slightly before throwing you to the ground beside him and turned to leave the room

you whimpered as pain shot through your foot, he had pruposely made you land on your leg, spraining it so you wouldn’t be able to run away from his proposal 

[danielbartonjenkins-blog]

, Luke Galax: so cool!! So whats it like fighting evil. Jake: well I fight evil sorcerers aswell as all kinds of obnormal activity all over the cosmos you know normal stuff, while these yahoos(;pointing at Batkid, Batboy,Robin, Goten, Boruto,Darkness boy and fire pheonix.) fight Physcotic clowns, super villians, criminals on any version of earth, evil governments that try to kill us, and all types of crazy interdimensional evil beings, basically all evils accross the omniverse. Fire pheonix: hahahahaha and I can turn into a God. Luke (weirded out): ok... Jake: see what I mean. Luke Galax: how is the evil you fight normal. Jake: its normal compared to those weirdos. Fire pheonix: thanks. Darkness boy: fire pheonix that was an insult. Fire pheonix: oh... hey!Luke Galax:ok... I'm gonna go now... Jake grabs Luke before he could slip away... Jake: you better stay Its good to have normal people to stay here for a change or I would have gone crazy and commited suicide. Luke's face is frightened. Luke(stuttering): wha, wha, wha, wha ,... what? Jake: au huh. Fire pheonix: yay SUICIDE ! hehehehahahaha I don't know what that is? Luke(thoughts;I'm stuck with a bunch of crazy physcopaths) Jake whispers in Luke's ear(don't worry new friend I know what it feels like to hang around freakish weirdos for friends, if that idot fire pheonix drives us crazy I kill both of us just to be safe.

Jake: Got it new friend. Luke: ... (thoughts: AHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!) OMNIVERSE WAR Infinet omni crisis part one. Fire pheonix: YO COCONUT! Jake: well I better get that hanging rope so we can die early. I did'nt think are deaths would come so fast right new friend... Luke Galax;starts running. Luke:Get the hell away from me!!

coming soon...

[shrimp-gender]

I feel so validated! The psych hospital that I was in for a week when I was 10 has had its children’s ward shut down! They didn’t feed me for 3 days cuz they thought I was “being a brat” even when I tried to explain I only eat like 4 types of food (sensory issues). I was asking for crackers and water and was still denied because it “wasn’t today’s menu”. They failed to provide something to clean my 2 week old ear piercing with, leading to a minor infection. I have no memory of talking with any doctors. I was put on an anti physcotic medication which had the side affect of increasing anxiety. I was there for an anxiety disorder. Not once was it explained to me what was happening or why I was there. I was locked in a sound proof room for multiple hours if I cried, during which time I was not checked on. There was no furniture in that room so I had to sit on the floor. Once I was there so long I fell asleep on the cold linoleum. They did not allow me books, which were my favorite thing, instead only providing tv and gameboys for things to do. For the first 2 nights my Elmo was taken from me. I could not sleep without him and sobbed, begging for him. This got me sent to the soundproofed room. The first time i ever wanted to die was there. Icould go on.

It fucked me up for years. It still haunts my dreams.