#by narcing on me

[wewontbesleeping]

ok i'm so glad i have a couple days off of work to cool off bc i'm still so fucking mad at my coworker for tattling on me (for being out of dress code the TINIEST BIT) and i'm afraid i would do something super mean if i saw him

[autopsyfreak]

‘how do i get to know you better?’

don’t. i’m fucking insane.

[narcissisticpotat0]

Tidalwave fluff! :DD

Originally was gonna draw tide in hero merch but something about giving him Mark’s shirt instead spoke to me 🙏 alt version under cut

[bedupolker]

The strokes mostly sing about how they're ambivalent about how much pussy they get. It's easy to sound cool when you're detached from earthly desires like that.

Interpol songs are all about how much you desperately need a girl to fix you tenderly and they still sound cool. Now that's impressive.

[narcfyodor]

The struggle of giving real compliments as pwNPD and ASPD traits is so real. I don't give honest compliments often but when I do they sound so condescending and people misunderstand. Or it sounds really simple for a person without npd/aspd.

We really need to talk about how pwNPD and pwASPD express affection and care. It can seem so simple and not recognizing/not thanking them properly can genuinely destroy the relationship.

To you it may only be a simple "Yes you can stay with me even tho I'm slow on social battery" or "Yes you can give me advice on how to do something" but to narcissists and sociopaths is something SO big. It's literally going against the defense mechanisms the brain has set up to prevent re-traumatization. It's opening up to someone, something both people with ASPD and NPD are incredibly scared to do.

[vesna-v-irkutske]

A neighbor of the Anoufriev family: «I've known Artyomka since he was a child, since he was 2 years old. His mother raised him alone, his father was never there. The woman did her best: she exchanged her one-room apartment for a two-room one, worked from morning to night to ensure a decent life for herself and her son. Artyom wanted for nothing. His mother tried to dress him well, she bought him a computer, and he had musical instruments — after all, he graduated from our music school, and he had obvious musical abilities. When the boy entered our medical university on a budgetary basis, her joy knew no bounds. She said, "My boy did it himself! I was afraid that I would have to pay for him. But, well done, he did it himself!"» Artyom wanted to become either a surgeon or a cardiologist — he wanted to achieve success in something big.

[solitaryschizoid]

Why is it so hard for neurotypicals to understand that it's not safe to be formally diagnosed with a personality disorder when they literally paint us as abusers and evil monsters at every possible chance they get?

[doostyaudi]

Im obsessed with them it's so sickening... Head in hands

[moltengoldveins]

POV you're an avatar of light, a noble servant of the Good, the True, the Just, you have glowy white hair and a flaming sword and white robes and you’re Perfect, your judgement infallible, your heart pure, and you have been waiting. Your lady tells you that one day her counterpart, the Lord of Evil, the inventor of Lies, will return and chose an avatar, consuming the poor soul, puppeting their body in some crude form of human mimicry, an abomination against the world itself. If you do not destroy him, your lady says, he will grow in power until nothing can stop him. So you wait, and then one day you See It. Such a display of power - it could only be Him. So you arrive on the ship of the Enemy, arrayed in your Lady’s light, you lock eyes with the body your foe has chosen……

and proceed to get punched in the face by a metal lady in a wifebeater. Then punched again by a dude with no soul??? Then you try your best to take everyone out of commission with the power of your Lady, because you don’t wish to hurt these people, their loyalty is admirable, except then the small furry with an attitude problem breaks your hold on him with…. Spite? Gumption? The ol’ bootstrapping Hoo-rah? Then you’re hit in the face with the face of a guy with metal bones. Then guy in the poncho you forgot about explodes. The girl in the corner looks like she’s about to do something ill-advised and you get the strange sensation of something Very Large and Very Angry looking at you. You are singed, bruised, wet, tired, slightly less glowy? Pinned against a wall, and deeply undignified. Your name is also Michael, which really only adds insult to injury.

Literally what are you supposed to do in this situation but go supernova like I’m sorry gang it’s so jover our beloathed Mikey boy is Not leaving the next few pages without a kame-hame-haa or whatever the hell that dragon ball show is all about. We are cooked. He is cooked. The gang are cooked.

[notesfrompanihida]

i crave unshakeable devotion and loyalty from someone who wont leave me no matter how bad i get. is that too much to ask for?

[carnage-cathedral]

IM CRYING RN WHAT IS THIS SHIT

[only-man-in-the-sky]

[alien-bluez]

Day 5: Study/Party

Did I pick this day's prompts to include Nicholas? Yeah, this is for no one else but me. Let's hear it for day 5!

Reminders:

Post your works with the tag '#narkmas 2024' so we can see it.

For fanfictions on ao3 please post your fic in the Collections here

If you have any questions don't hesitate to message me! :D

[autopsyfreak]

if you ever catch me giving a shit, no you didn’t.

it’s humiliating.

[poisonheartfrog]

Paula seeing the shoplifted items in Liv's bag: you steal from Walgreens? You commit a CRIME? jail for Liv! jail for Liv for one thousand years!

[ersatz-introspective]

i genuinely cannot help being better than you. this is my neutral state. only you can help being pathetic & lame & uninspiring. maybe some day you can warrant attention but that day is not today. sorry!