#psycopaths

[sarahskakskskskajakwwnwjw]

can someone please make a long story about y/n waking up in a new place and she finds out she’s blocked in a type of hell with the most dangerous psychopaths every like void-stiles, rafe cameron, kai, klaus mikealson, tom and mattheo riddle, joker, AND SHE ENDS UP WITH SOME OR ALL OF THEM?? like yes please

like oh my god please i beg you i can’t be the only one with this fantasy i wish i was good at writing i would’ve make the most coolest, filthiest, dirtiest smut ever with all of those men.

[k1ngdomfa11]

So I've finally found a neurologist over the past month or two I've already had an EEG, (which they put all these electrodes and bandages all around my head and chest and recorded for 72 hours) and EMG (they had to electrocute me for that one, not too bad though) Also a brain MRI *which came back normal thank God),

then a full panel blood test and this week I have a 3 part MRI for my spine where these weird seizure/stroke like things are happening from ever since my "family member's ™️" hard drug and thrill addicted, prison bird antics. That person truly is a psychopath far more than you know.

So, When my neurologist did the EEG, he did observe nerve damage there so that's why he ordered the spine MRI and the only other ring left so far is a sleep study to do. I think we're getting close to finally figure out what this is and put a name on it and treat it properly. 💙 I'm quite hopeful but just wanted to tell you this has been the real goings-on lately. Your support, prayers and good vibes are much appreciated. I'm doing fine 💙

[chiefoafsuitcasebonk]

Narcissists, Psychopaths and Pastors

In the movie The Blacklist, Reymond Reddington arrives at a crime scene to find a lady torturing her father upon an X-shaped crucifix of sorts. Kind of like the one they use on GOT to teach Theon Greyjoy at least some decency, except no, I don’t advocate for torture. Back to Red. Apparently, the man on the cross had subjected his gay son to surgery, turning him into a woman, because he was…

[nadiasolivia]

Exclusive footage obtained by Middle East Eye shows a Palestinian woman being shot by Israeli forces in the street of Gaza city's center on 12 November, as she and others attempted to evaluate the area while holding white flags amid the intense Israeli assault on northern Gaza.

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[thekingofspin]

I get way to exited when missy comes on screen

like fully giggling, kicking my feet, moving to sit directly infront of the TV like a child

it's like a form of respect. if I don't give her 100% of my attention It's blasphemous.

[kanrix]

Ever since I registered on Quora I've gotten notifs about "popular questions" and they're so stupid. "can psychopaths be nice?" "Can psychopaths feel this or that or that other thing?" are you dumb

[ketterdamismymother]

Guess who’s reading another dark romcom with a psychotic, narcissistic antisocial mmc who has it real bad for the fmc but acts like a dickhead just to get her attention and fall in love with her for just existing.

It’s not me(its me)

[askblueandviolet]

Ask Box for Macaque is open again!!!

You know, drawing beds make me realise just how low/short they actually are, haha!

I hope you all liked the chapter. Finally, the ask box is open for Macaque again so I hope you all have some nice questions for him :))). 4-6 slots as always, have fun!

Update: Ask Box is closed :))). It will open again on Tuesday/Wednesday!

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[flashy-mf]

I recently realized I keep a mental profile on everyone I meet, and I think that’s the reason why I was able to pass as empathetic for so many years. It was always just pattern recognition. It’s kinda wild how far that alone can take you in terms of people skills. I’ve learned what most human beings have in common. I learned what general rules to follow to keep most strangers happy with me. I will eventually learn what your unique differences are, and my ability to please you will continue to grow in its accuracy as I get to know you better.

Some may call it flattery, but I call it an adaptation. It’s the closest to “normal” I’m ever going to get in the public eye, and I’d rather others be flattered than offended.

[newkatzkafe2023]

Wukong Verse incorrect quotes #21 Great Threats☠️

(Lmk Wukong) You know peaches the Threat You'll Never find the body is such a boring threat😴.

(Y/N) A better threat would be You'll never stop finding the body🤔

(MK Reborn Wukong) Or just say, They'll be finding parts of you at least Four Months....and you'll still be Alive for 3 of Them😈😈😈😈

(Nezha Reborn Wukong) Now that's a Threat😜😜😁😁👉👉

(HIB Wukong) Covering (Netflix Wukong)'s ears in silent horror😨😨😨

Feel Free to Reblog😇👍

[elryuse]

Yandere Gaeul x male reader

SNAP!

YANDERE GAEUL X MALE READER

Y/n gripped Gaeul's hand tightly, his knuckles white. The sterile hospital room smelled faintly of disinfectant, a stark contrast to the vibrant perfume that used to cling to her. The car crash had taken more than just her mobility, it had stolen the bubbly, energetic Gaeul he knew and loved.

"Don't worry," Y/n murmured, his voice rough with suppressed emotion. "We'll get through this together. You'll be back on stage, dazzling everyone again."

Gaeul's gaze, once playful and sparkling, was now a dull echo of its former self. A faint tremor ran through her hand, the only response she gave. Despair gnawed at Y/n. The doctors had been brutally honest; the nerve damage was extensive, dancing an uncertain future before them.

Days turned into weeks, then months. Y/n became Gaeul's constant companion, a rock amidst the storm raging within her. He spoon-fed her, helped her with physical therapy, and listened to her tirades of frustration. Slowly, a flicker of the old Gaeul reappeared, but it was laced with a bitterness that made his heart ache.

One evening, as Y/n helped her into bed, Gaeul's hand snaked around his wrist, her grip surprisingly strong. "Stay," she rasped, her voice a mere whisper.

Fear, a cold, slithering thing, coiled in Y/n's gut. The playful spark in her eyes had been replaced by a dark intensity that sent chills down his spine. He forced a smile, "I can't stay all night, Gaeul. You need your rest."

But her grip only tightened. "No," she hissed, her voice gaining strength. "Don't leave me. You can't leave me now."

Y/n tried to reason with her, but her words were laced with a possessiveness that terrified him. He knew then, with a sickening certainty, that the crash had shattered not just her body, but her mind too.

The tipping point came a week later. Y/n, his own life put on hold, had finally managed to secure a freelance writing job. As he excitedly shared the news with Gaeul, a terrifying transformation unfolded before his eyes.

Her face contorted in rage. "A job? What about me? Who will take care of me? You can't just abandon me now!"

Y/n tried to calm her down, explaining that he needed to work, to build a future for them both. But his words were drowned out by her hysterical screams. It was then he saw it – a glint of steel in her hand, a pair of medical scissors glinting under the bedside lamp.

He backed away, fear paralyzing him. "Gaeul, what are you doing?"

But she was beyond reason, her manic eyes locked on him. "You won't leave me," she shrieked, her voice a chilling parody of their former love songs. "You'll stay with me, forever."

Y/n scrambled back, escaping just as the scissors slashed through the air. The memory of that night haunted him even after he finally managed to leave. The guilt of abandoning her warred with the terror of staying.

Months passed. He moved on, tentatively building a new life, a life without Gaeul. Then, one sunny afternoon, as he strolled hand-in-hand with his new girlfriend, a black pickup truck screeched to a halt next to them.

His heart lurched. He knew, with a chilling certainty, who it was before he even saw her. Gaeul, her face a mask of cold fury, emerged from the truck. Her once vibrant eyes gleamed with a psychotic glint.

"There you are," she purred, her voice devoid of warmth. "I finally found you."

A scream tore from his girlfriend's throat as Gaeul lunged. The world dissolved into chaos. Y/n watched in horror as the woman he loved, twisted by obsession and fueled by madness, took his new happiness away, just as she intended to take everything else.

Gaeul knelt beside him, the cloying scent of her old perfume mixed with the metallic tang of blood now a permanent memory. Her smile, devoid of love, sent shivers down his spine.

"Now," she purred, her voice a chilling whisper, "We'll be forever together".

Y/n's world shrunk to the terrifying reality he now faced. He was trapped, forever bound to a love that had morphed into a monstrous obsession, leaving him with a future as bleak and horrifying as the glint in Gaeul's eyes.

The wedding bells seemed to mock Y/n as he stood stiffly at the altar. The sterile hospital room, the memory of a life stolen, felt a lifetime ago. Gaeul, resplendent in a white gown, beamed a manic smile that sent chills down his spine. Every saccharine vow felt like a knife twisting in his gut. Her possessive hand tightened around his, the diamond ring a cruel reminder of the freedom he'd lost.

The "honeymoon" was a twisted parody of romance. Gaeul clung to him with desperate intensity, her every touch laced with paranoia. Gone were the playful moments, replaced by a suffocating possessiveness. She monitored his every move, his phone calls screened, his emails checked. The world outside their gilded cage was slowly cut off.

Y/n became a prisoner in his own life. He missed the way Gaeul used to smell, a vibrant mix of perfume and backstage dust. He missed the easy laughter they once shared, the way she used to light up a room just by walking in. But voicing any discontent was met with icy glares and veiled threats. He saw a glimpse of the old Gaeul once, a flicker of sadness in her eyes as she watched a couple strolling hand-in-hand on TV. But it was fleeting, swallowed by the monster her obsession had become.

Months bled into years. Gaeul's career skyrocketed, fueled by the dark energy that coursed through her. Y/n, a ghost in her perfect life, became known as "the supportive husband," a carefully crafted image for public consumption. In the dead of night, she'd wake him up in a cold sweat, accusing him of infidelity with fabricated women. Each night, he died a little inside.

One day, a news report sent a jolt through the carefully constructed facade. A forgotten photo of a vibrant Gaeul, before the crash, flashed across the screen. The caption read: "Gaeul's mysterious past: Who was the man by her side?"

Gaeul, the picture of a concerned friend, visited the network demanding the photo's removal. Y/n, watching the news with a detached curiosity, felt a strange tug in his chest. Something about the photo, the way Gaeul's smile seemed genuine… it sparked a faint memory, a feeling he couldn't quite grasp.

Later that night, Gaeul, eyes blazing with murderous intent, stood before him. "You saw it, didn't you?" she snarled.

Fear choked Y/n's voice. "G-gaeul, I swear…"

"Don't lie!" she shrieked, brandishing a vial filled with a clear liquid. "This will take care of those pesky memories."

He watched in horror as she forced the liquid down his throat. The world spun, his thoughts dissolving into a hazy fog. The next morning, he woke up with a blank slate, the past a blurry mess. Gaeul cradled his face, her smile triumphant.

"Now," she whispered, "you'll only remember me. We can finally be happy, forever."

Y/n looked back at her, a stranger in a familiar face. He smiled, a hollow echo of his former self. Gaeul, her twisted love a twisted victory, had finally won. But in the vacant depths of his eyes, a single tear rolled down his cheek, a silent testament to the life, the love, and the man he once was, forever lost in the labyrinth of her obsession.

[kaydincenerd]

The feminine urge to fall in love with a psychopath 🥹

[lumiere-angel-90]

HeartBreak and Psycopathe ! from @my-little-heartbreak and @thetruepsycopath

Commission by @foodielovethealicorn

big thank you ^^!

[nadiasolivia]

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They deal with the Palestinians as a legitimate target, killing them in a push of button as if they play PS5 games. They with us Palestinians as subhumans, seeking revenge against the entire Palestinian nation in other to satisfy their indoctrinated society.

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[the-uber-goober]

guess who watched lackadaisy (totally not me 100% rocky is NOT my favorite character i am very normal about him definitely)

also template (transparent!)

[shiningshard]

"And, no, I am not gay" he says as he's trying to perfect the "lying down backward dog" position.