#and. mentally ill serial killer.

[hampterguts]

i might not be very smart. rung was such a bad therapist that i was convinced that everything he did was some long undercurrent theme of what bad therapy will do to a group of people who need it. but then the author threw froid and sunder in.

[thirteens-pocket-watch]

Me finding SecurityWaiter: Oh! We have a ball of sunshine and a traumatised boi

Me, picking up a pen: Time to give the ball of sunshine all the trauma :]

[schizopositivity]

Can people please stop comparing the stigma of their widely recognized mental illnesses to psychosis/schizophrenia? I understand there is stigma of other mental illnesses too, but that's a lot more talked about and debunked. When I make posts about my illness and community specifically I don't appreciate you derailing it to include your illness that doesn't face the same stigma.

People looking at you weird isn't the same as people filming you and posting it for laughs, people attacking you because they see you existing as a threat, and calling the police for showing symptoms you can't control. You can't convince me that the stigma around psychosis and schizophrenia doesn't exist or is the same as the stigma of every other mental illness. I see it every day, I've experienced it myself, I don't share my illness publicly because I fear for my own physical safety and humanity.

Here are some examples I have naturally come across on YouTube comments recently, people don't usually fight against these and they are the norm: [TW: sanism, serial killer mention, demonic possession mention, forced medication, forced hospitalization]

We don't commit most violent crimes in the world. We are not inherently violent. But society's belief that this is true and that we should all be locked up for the rest of our life is still believed widely today. This is what I am advocating against. This is what I want changed in the world and at the very least in the neurodiversity community. We just want to be seen as humans, please do not make this about other mental illnesses.

[thorn-rosed]

Evan rosier had body dysmorphia.

But not in the way of feeling too fat or too skinny or too thin. No, Evan felt trapped in his body. The sole form of the human body made him feel as if he was choking, wanting to break out of it all the time. When he was a teenager, he thought it would go away once he transitioned. But it stayed with his all the years, even after he had passed as a man all the time. It made him go insane, and at the same time a cold-hearted and genius killer who had no mercy with his victims, because Evan felt as if he didnt belong with the human race and wasnt one of them.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk.

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

This might be an interesting question for the DCA Serial killer au:

What happens if Sun and Moon find out that a target of theirs is suffering from a legitimate, untreated mental illness like schizophrenia or dementia or even disorders like PTSD or Accute Stress Disorder? Will they still go for the target after learning about this?

If proven to be untreated it becomes a complication situation, then.

But in the end they still go through with the punishment. They decided long ago that mental illness is never an excuse for their actions or their crimes against the safety of children.

Some humans might've expressed pity if they knew. The brothers do not.

[wesdoesliterallynothing]

Malcolm Bright, a man desperately pursuing his own destruction merely because he was born

Tw: Needle, Suicide, Grooming and Prodigal Son Spoilers (and it's related triggers)

Malcolm Bright kneeling himself in front of a serial killer who is mimicking his father, the man who tried to groom him into a being just like him, haunting him even after ten years of no contact, and offering himself to be killed. Malcolm Bright, kneeling in front of a serial, confessing his parentage in front of someone who has so far had an untainted opinion of him.

The moment he admits to being The Surgeon's son, Martin's son, how it hurts him to say.

Malcolm Bright, hoping to kill two birds with one stone, get rid of himself, ending all the torment at the hands of the closest thing to his father, and saving a life while doing it. Holding a needle to his wrist, all but begging this killer to kill him instead.

His disappointment is palpable, so very clear when he isn't killed, painfully, excruciatingly. The serum had been perfected, the most painful way to die, and Malcolm was on his knees for it. And Gil saw it, Gil knew, seeing that face. How many times had Gil seen that face? How many times had Malcolm tried something similar? How many times had he felt that same fear? Gil has known Malcolm for 20 years, through the worst times in his life, how many times had he seen Malcolm like this?

Malcolm Bright is one of the most self-destructive characters I have ever seen, from moments like these where he intentionally puts his life in danger, hoping for a moment where it ends, disappointed when it doesn't end with him dead. To moments where he sabotages his own relationships, pushing people away, lying and making himself out to be this horrible burden to everyone, to be this danger to be around.

Malcolm Bright has always been afraid of himself, of being what his father tried to groom him into, so deeply into that belief that his father succeeded and that he’s such a terrible person, merely for existing, for being the son of the surgeon. Malcolm is fully under the belief that he deserves pain and even death for what his father did, he’s so afraid of hurting people, of being like his father. Everything he does is penance of being alive, hoping to make up for the risk of him still being around. He’s so scared, even of death itself. Malcolm, generally speaking, tends to be passively suicidal, having shown fear of death and being hurt, but it’s moments like these that you really see how far he’s willing to go to keep everyone else safe, and how deeply this fear goes. How ready he is to lay down his life.  But that's just my two cents

[shiveringsoldier]

The discourse surrounding M. Night Shyamalan’s films frustrates me to no end. Almost all of his films demonize mental illness and/or psychosis by having mentally ill and/or psychotic people commit violent acts, and it goes without saying that such depictions are harmful to a population that is already stigmatized. So that is a fair and justified criticism to make. But I feel like literally nobody brings that up. Instead, his biggest naysayers make fun of his plot twists and make racist jokes about his name.

[lonniemachin]

god i miss when some batman villains would say with their whole chest “i’m not sick i’m not mentally ill i just like killing people because it’s fun” and they meant it and it would be played straight by the comics.

[frightnightindustries]

When they cringed in fear

Semi-graphic murder under the cut.

(@indigo-flightly-falls it's Tony!)

Rescue whump, pet whumpee, serial killer caretaker!

It was the whimpers that stole Tony's attention away from his lesson. The pitiful, sorrowful cries for help that differed from the ones made by the pathetic creature at his feet.

The source of the whimpers had not known joy in a long, long time....Troubling.

He glanced around, looking for some shape in the darkness of this living room that would give him a sign. But no luck.

Fortunately, he had the occupant of the house at his feet, but he had to ask quickly before the thing expired.

Kneeling down, he took out his machete and tilted up the head of said occupant with it's blade.

"The noises. I hear cries. Do you know where they are?"

Twitching and in pain, the creature spoke. ".....basement.....please don't kill me...." Tony gave no verbal response to that, but began moving his machete away from the neck of the thing. He stood up, brushing a bit of dust of his knees, and began to walk towards the basement door, down the rickety steps.

The stairs smelled like bleach and despair. He wrinkled his nose as he walked down, years of practice keeping him from making a sound as he did so.

What he found was certainly a surprise. There was a person curled up in the corner of the basement. Shivering, shaking, and whimpering.

Tony took a couple steps closer, which was proven to be a mistake as the mystery person lunged forward, restricted by what looked like a chain, but that wasn't what caught Tony's eye. No, what caught his eye was a collar attached to the poor person's neck. Putting together the pieces of the puzzle....

This mystery person was a pet. Pity drowned out the rest of his emotions, and he began to speak to the poor person. Perhaps he could make his intentions clear.

"Hello. Do you have a name?" He spoke, trying to seem non-threatening. The person stopped cold in their tracks. Tony wondered if it was out of confusion as to why he had asked, or if it was unused to any kind of interaction with a human being other than it's owner. The thought enraged him.

"No.....sir." He responded, seeming much more like a man now that the poor man wasn't snarling and attempting to murder him. Quelling the rage circling his heart like a wolf on the hunt, he made himself look curious. Kind. Caring. Things that he had long since left behind to the young child he once was.

"Oh. Would you like one?" Tony asked. "Did your....master.....keep one from you?" He took a step closer. "Did he harm you?"

The poor man shook his head. "No. My master is kind. Discipline is....I deserve it." Then he straightened. "Discipline is a necessary and humane event ensuring the continued obedience and wellbeing of a pet."

"Discipline." Tony muttered, growing angry. "What is the discipline that your master applies?" The man in front of him didn't know that his master's death depended on how he responded.

And then came the words that sealed the fate of the captor above.

"Master believes that deprivation of food and water are effective measures."

That lit a roaring flame inside the mind of Tony. Snarling, he turned, stomping up the stairs and grabbing the horrid creature, who moronically hadn't even moved from the spot Tony had left him. A horrid creature who couldn't even learn a simple lesson on how to treat the ones you wish to be romantic with.

Tony dragged him down the stairs, succumbing to an impulsive thought of vengeance and bloodshed. A cry of distress from the poor man gave him pause once he reached the bottom, throwing the creature on the ground and kicking it in the ribs when it tried to move. This man. This man, who this creature had stolen from happiness, joy, even humanity....

This man cared. That wouldn't do.

"Master!" The man cried out, going as far as his chains would allow, but only spurning Tony on.

The creature sputtered, attempting to speak, but Tony cut him off before he began. "Do not speak unless I ask you. You monstrous beast. You treat others like objects, and now I discover you are a thief."

He pointed with his machete at the man in chains, who flinched as he did. Tony's heart ached at that, and he knew he would make sure that never happened again, that the man would see this as a tool to be used and not a cause for pain. "You stole so many things from this man. His joy, his humanity, even his mind. I see now that you are a worthless case. Goodbye."

And then he got to work. It was a bloody thing, as the ends of his lessons always were. By the time he was done the creature was long since dead, the man was shivering and crying in the corner, and Tony was....well, to say he was covered in blood was an understatement. He would have to burn his shoes afterwards, and probably the jeans as well. The shirt would be alright, after a few hours in the washer.

But he had bigger problems to deal with. Tony turned to the man, and stepped closer. "I have an offer for you."

The man looked up and tilted his head, eyes still red from crying. "Are....are you my new master?" He asked trepidatiously, and Tony could've wept from pity. He had heard the stories, of course. Accounts of horrific abuse, kidnappings, and other horrible things going on with these....human pets. But he had never truly had time to do research.

He hadn't imagined it would be this terrible.

"No." He responded. "But I do have two options. If you will not physically harm me, and accompany me back to my home, I will refrain from killing you, and you will have shelter for as long as you wish. If you refuse, I will kill you quickly. After all, you are a witness. You have seen my face. Do you accept my offer?"

The man nodded, though he flinched away as Tony walked over to him to unlatch it.

"I am going to unlatch the chain now. Please, do not run." Tony muttered, though close enough for the man to hear his words. Walking up the stairs once it was unlatched, he motioned for the man to follow, and the two walked up the stairs and out the door. Pointedly not looking at the bloodstains from the lesson that had been conducted upstairs.

The man shuddered as they reached the outside, nighttime had long since fallen upon the sleepy neighborhood. (And the man was wearing a tank top, how had he not noticed this before) Tony went to wrap a hand around the shoulder of the man, but realized that wrapping a still blood soaked hand around a probably traumatized man was probably unhelpful. So, the man shivered in silence during the minute long walk to the car.

Tony led the man around the car to the passenger door, watching as he shakily opened it and sat down inside. Once he had done so, Tony walked back around the car and sat in the drivers seat.

"Would you prefer the radio on, or off?" He asked to his new companion. The man froze like a deer in the headlights, and for the first time that night, Tony got a good look at him.

The man had grey eyes like a storm, and so many scars it disturbed even the well-practiced killer that Tony was. It was wrong to even think of the man next to him bleeding. People who hadn't done anything wrong shouldn't be bleeding.

A trembling voice snapped Tony back to reality before he could spiral down again. "....whatever you prefer, sir. I....I don't have opinions." That wouldn't do, but he couldn't help that now. Perhaps some music could help his friend (was that the right word for it?) clear his mind.

He started the car, then turned on the radio.

"MY EYES ARE STAPLED OPEN WIDE-"

That made both of them jump, and gave Tony a laugh. "I didn't realize...." Trailing off, he noticed that his friend had curled up into the seat again, shaking with fear. It had startled him.

"Apologies." Tony said. "I will turn down the volume." The man didn't respond, so Tony turned to do just that, then flipping through the channels to find a song that his friend would enjoy.

Ah, there it was.

"Round, like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel...."

And then he started driving, humming along with the music as he drove past rows and rows of houses.

There was still much he had to do. Get home, burn and wash his clothes as he saw fit, make sure that the house was good enough for two instead of one, give his friend a name, tell him about the lessons....

But for now, it was alright.

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So, first part in a possible series!

Important notes:

Tony is twenty five, our poor friend is twenty eight.

Tony saw both of his parents shot by robbers at a young age, and was sent to a group home which wasn't exactly watchful of the inhabitants. His actions are the result of trauma, unrestricted access to the internet, and most importantly, the fact that nobody cared or saw what was happening inside his head. The mental illnesses didn't cause him to kill.

He has very poor impulse control, a messed-up view of the world, episodes of mania, and overall a very poor mental state. If we are in his POV, the actions he takes will be portrayed as right, because he believes that he is in the right. This is a healing story for both of them. Tony just has no idea yet.

Now, for our other protagonist.....you'll have to wait and see. I'm excited to write him.

[caffeinatedopossum]

A friend told me I seem like the type of person who would like learning about serial killers and I've taken this as an insult.... I am no mere true crime fanatic, disrespecting the dead and fetishizing murder >:( I'm autistic with psychology and medical special interests

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

[brokentoys]

honestly to love ed you'd have to be the most understanding & patient person in the world.

[flutteringfable]

ive been playing with a rewrite of syo because kodaka cannot write a non-abelist non-sanist depiction of did to save his life. here's what i've got so far, after some research into how systems and alters actually work. because again. kodaka cannot be normal about neurodivergence and ESPECIALLY not about did.

syo is a protector alter, formed from toko's emotional abuse from her childhood. whenever toko feels strong social pressure or fear in social situations, syo tends to front. she's a lot more forward than toko, for better or for worse depending on the person causing the stress. she gets more aggressive if the person doesn't let up on whatever it is that's bothering toko.

she doesn't actually like byakuya all that much, especially after putting the pieces together and realizing he ruined their reputation by exposing syo. though, to avoid the weird serial killer alter angle kodaka went with, i think syo would only claim to be the killer, in order to intimidate others and keep them from trying to get close and mistreat toko again. she's a lot more toned down than the original canon, but will put on the sort of unhinged act if it means others will stay away.

she is still a lot more blunt than toko, and speaks more clearly. toko is cautious about others, but syo is even more so, and is immediately suspicious of anyone who attempts to make friends with them. it takes quite some time to gain her full trust.

[spookcataloger]

Jeremy (2013)

[mdddante]

getting pissed at people and having to resist the urge to tell them to kill themself cuz theyre just gonna say “cope” and then youre gonna actually want them to kill themself

[mymarifae]

only on tumblr do you get people so absorbed in their toxic online echo chambers that they think killing animals is no big deal and that posting about incest and pedophilia and shit is “fine” because it’s all “fictional” and “fiction has no bearing on reality” and “i’m a victim of these things so it’s cool for me to ‘cope’ by consuming this content and i’m totally not normalizing and excusing its existence”