#maladaptive-maniac

[some-pers0n]

So basically what I’m thinking of is what if Darkstalker did one last selfish thing and turned back the clock — erasing thousands if not billions of lives — just so he could enchant Arctic to be a better dragon.

There are a couple different ways he could go about this: he could go back to the very night he hatched as his current self and magically repair Arctic’s damaged soul, or put himself back into his young, unhatched body, and cast the spell from there. In the first scenario, who knows what he does after. Change his name and live in the Night Kingdom? Exile himself? Straight up die? In the second, does he erase his memories of his previous life? Does he keep them? Does he help Whiteout hatch? Actually attempt to think things through instead of locking on to some distant future and barreling towards it? Not manipulate Clearsight?

And how badly would the time travel corrupt his soul? Again, he erased billions of lives, even an entire tribe, just so he could make Arctic, a dragon he’s always hated, be better.

Man I’m just having Thoughts and I’m. Augh

I literally wrote this out on my notes app and copy-pasted it here lol

DAAAMNNNN ohhh I love that idea so much!!!! Holy!! If you ever decide to pursue this and make it into a fic I'll gladly read it

[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

I keep thinking that your profile picture is a Clamble from My Singing Monsters

You are correct! Thanks for pointing this out.

[ruthlesslistener]

Would you like a silly doodle of PK throwing a Vessel into the Abyss?

Gimme the picture of the Yeetus Fetus

[livefastnbebeautiful]

[scythemichaelfaraday]

I wanted to clarify something because I’ve gotten some interesting anons from people after I made a certain post.

I personally don’t like Jimmy, but that’s because his character triggers me in a lot of ways, but I do not think anyone should be bullied or fucking harassed over liking him or shipping him with Johnny (or whoever), or relating with him or making art of him. I’m not gonna go out of my way to disrupt other people’s fun. The joys of unlearning what is “socially acceptable”.

Because at the end of the day it’s all fiction and as long as it’s not hurting yourself or other people, it doesn’t matter. It’s all pain food. Feast.

[chelseeebe]

hot n’ heavy

18+. mdni. smut. breeding kink if you squint! exhusband!eddie

part two to yours, forever! i truly believe they would have three sons and one little girl that comes after r’s second divorce🤭 the p3 to this is my favourite however, i have some pornstar!eddie is reallyyyy want to get out before it’s posted hehe. pls ignore any mistakes i am so tired

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eddie hadn’t ever lied about you still being the only woman in his life, he’d dated around after the divorce but had never, ever found anyone that came close to you. 

he does suppose that you were together for fourteen years. he feels like at that point, you were stuck together for life. 

and yet, he can’t fucking wait. 

sat on one of wayne’s loungers just waiting for you to walk through that gate and spot her. 

he’d sorta been seeing ashley for the past couple months or so, mostly just hooking up during those dry spells where you were content with your marriage. 

wayne’s annual barbecue was coming up and so he’d had the bright idea to ask her along, truthfully just to get you talking to him again. 

nice girl, pretty too but he knew you’d be furious. 

the kids bounce through the yard first, barely saying hi to eddie first before clambering on top of wayne as they usually did. 

you shuffle through next, the far-too-short dress sitting just around your thighs, a blatant attempt at garnering his attention. though you were no match for him, eddie had the petty game nailed down since 1998. from the moment you’d handed him those divorce papers, he’d taken it upon himself to piss you off as much as humanly possible. 

you haven’t realised yet, made obvious by the wide smile on your face. giving half-assed hugs to the various members of his family that sprawled around the garden, waiting for him last. 

but you don’t hug him, standing in front of the lounge chair with a frown, looking his outfit up and down. “i didn’t realise you were coming,” you quip. 

fucking lie. 

your dress wouldn’t have been half as revealing if you’d actually thought he wasn’t going to be here. 

eddie scoffs, sitting up in his chair, “why wouldn’t i be?” cocking his head to the side, waiting for the perfect moment to introduce ashley.  

“oh i don’t know, thought you’d be too busy pretending you can play guitar,” shrugging sweetly, but not backing off. 

his eyes narrow, biting his tongue to unleash the true beast, “have you met ashley?” gesturing towards the young blonde with a side smirk from hell, “she’s been so excited to meet the kids!”

your brows furrow, lip curling in disgust. he loves even more that you don’t try to hide it, practically retching in front of her face.  

sharp eyes flicker over to her, “nice to meet you.. ashley,” but your hand doesn’t extend for her to shake, instead you flounce off without waiting for her reply. 

“dave not here?” eddie jeers, holding the cool bottle of beer just before his snarling lips. 

“he’s at work,” you snap back, “you know what that is?” snarky in all your glory, sitting on the furthest, most opposite chair you could find. 

that’s alright, he can almost see right up your dress from here, purposely no doubt. 

wayne must have found that hilarious, bursting into a maniacal laughter, never on the side of his own flesh and blood. 

pfft. 

whatever. 

it wouldn’t be long before your dress was bunched up against your hips and-

“-eddie?” ashley barks from beside, snapping him out of maladaptive wet daydream, “can you show me the bathroom?” batting her eyelashes. 

holy fuck. the regret of ever inviting her had began to seep in, because in actuality, it had done absolutely nothing worthwhile in making you jealous. 

he nods, concealing the annoyance on his face by clearing his throat, guiding the poor girl past his relatives judging eyes and into the house. 

she grabs ahold of his hand, trying to pull him into the bathroom alongside of her. blinking rapidly when he stays put. 

“my kids are here,” he whispers, yanking his hand back, “i really can’t,” he could, he had a hundred times. just not with her. 

she pouts, dropping her shoulders in a huff, quickly pulling the door closed as eddie rushes off outside again. he couldn’t have you thinking he was screwing around with her now.

your eyes follow him from the door to his seat, wayne leaning over to whisper not-so-quietly about him.

he can read something along the lines of midlife crisis, wayne’s bellowing laugh after pretty much solidifies that theory. eddie’d be much more angry if he didn’t find it so endearing, wayne loved you more than eddie did, he was certain of that. 

wayne pats your shoulder before sending a sharp glance at eddie, a warning sign he’d seen, and ignored, many a times. 

-

an hour of meaningless banter and fake affection later, eddie finds his opportunity. 

you had disappeared off under the guise of helping in the kitchen, but he knows it’s an invite of sorts. you weren’t as nonchalant as you thought you were, sliding your gaze over his and then immediately at the open door.

a blind man could’ve picked up on that for christ sake.

he saunters off through the door, no doubt you were in there messing about with the salads or doing the dishes like you normally did. the garden is too loud for anyone to realise anyway, he figures he’s got a good fifteen minutes before anyone questions where you’ve both gone. 

you glance up at him walking through the door but choose not to speak, plating up the anaemic looking potato salad his aunt had made. 

“you not speaking to me today?” standing on the opposite side of the island, picking at the bowl of chips. 

“i have nothing to say to you,” turning up your nose to continue dumping the grey slop into a bowl. 

“that’s a lie,” eddie chuckles, leaning over the marbled counter, “i know you have loads of things you want to say to me today.”

you look up briefly, staring daggers into his soul, “why don’t you go back outside with your little girlfriend and leave me alone?”

eddie sighs rather sarcastically, “one, not my girlfriend and two, i’d rather be in here with you,” walking his fingers over the counter towards you. 

you scoff, but he knows you’re not serious because if you were, you’d have thrown the spoon at his head and laughed as it got tangled in his curls. 

“c’mon,” he beckons, nodding towards the stairs. 

when wayne had announced that he’d be selling the trailer in favour of a house, eddie think he physically jumped for joy. 

living with wayne and a pregnant you in that tiny metal box had began to drive him utterly insane, especially once wayne had retired and he had an approximate five minute window to have sex every day. 

you glance out of the window, making sure that no one would follow you up the stairs, before sighing and begrudgingly trailing behind him. 

“don’t worry, they won’t even notice,” slipping into the box room and shutting the door as discreetly as possible. 

to be honest, you’d lived in this room just as long as he had, it was yours as much as it was his. some of your posters still stay stuck to the walls, pictures of the two of you that you’d framed still linger. 

eddie waits with baited breath for you to start, prepared for the inevitable rant that was just bubbling to fall out of your lips. 

you stand poised at the other side for he room, hands on hips, ready to scold, “you’re seriously pathetic if you think bringing some kid would make me jealous,” clicking your tongue against your teeth, eyes flicking up and down his casual stature. 

there it is. 

the tirade of insults he’s been waiting for all night. 

“i fucking knew that’d work,” guffawing loudly, “you’re so angry and i love it,” swigging his beer with far too much confidence. 

“i’m not angry, i’m disgusted. there’s a difference,” crossing your arms firmly over your chest. 

“oh please,” rolling his eyes, “you’re married for fuck sake,” placing the bottle on his old dresser, the fun was just about to begin. 

“yeah. i am,” you nod, the deep furrow of your brow only exciting him further, “to someone my own age, not some fucking teenager.”

“she’s twenty three, actually,” in such a matter-of-fact tone that it makes you seethe, launching forward to twist his collar between your fingers. 

“you disgust me,” eyes like slits and a snarl that some rottweilers would be jealous of. 

“isn’t it a bit late for you to start lying like this?” a heavy hand meets your back, pressing your body into his as your heartbeats collide. 

“fuck you,” moving forward to connect your lips the same time he does, an angry battle that consists of guttural growls and an animalistic need to dominate the kiss. 

“just ask me next time sweets,” grabby with his hands as they get comfy on your hips, performing a waltz around the tiny bedroom floor to lie your body sideward on the edge of the bed, legs wrapping tight around his back. 

“everyone’s here,” you breathe, glancing warily towards the window, “what if they hear?”

“pssht, not like we’ve never done this before,” 

this bedroom had once witnessed the most explicit things all the while wayne was downstairs and hopefully oblivious. 

eddie’s hand glides over your thigh and under your dress, lifting higher until it’s bunched up at your hips, just as he’d pictured. 

“wear these for me?” he remarks, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your deliberately worn lacy panties.

“mhm,” lifting your hips as they come down, hanging off of your ankle. 

he breaks apart for what feels like too long, rushing to get his belt unbuckled and his jeans down, before hoisting your calves onto his shoulder, your knees damn near touching your ears as he comes down on top. 

“jesus christ eds, i’m not twenty five anymore,” gripping onto his forearm for leverage. 

eddie scoffs, running the leaking head of his cock from your clit to your hole, delighted with the way you shiver and whine. 

he sighs as his cock slides in, taking one last glance at the window, he wouldn’t last long anyway, not in this position. 

“fuucking hell,” you breathe, tightening your grip on his quivering arms, letting your eyes fall shut. 

he’s messy, sloppy in the way his hips move, pressed flat against your glistening cunt. if this didn’t get you pregnant, he gives up. 

“i like it when you’re jealous,” he pants, brushing the stray strands of hair from your sticky forehead to get a good glimpse of your fluttering eyes. 

your nails dig further into his skin, it’d probably hurt if he weren’t balls deep inside of you, “fuck off,” your insults punctuated by the slick sounds of your body’s meeting. 

he moves slow, grunting each time his tip nudges against your sweet spot. fuck. the downright pornographic noises of your pussy wrapped him makes him animalistic with need. 

schlickschlickschlick in time with the old mattress and his balls slapping against your ass. 

your hands move up above your head, helplessly grabbing at the blanket, fingers untwining in the fabric. 

“ohmygod yes,” head thrown back against the mattress, seemingly no longer bothered about the family gathering just outside. 

despite being an incoherent babbling mess, your eyes meet his, “don’t.. ever bring her here again,” your whines becoming too loud to hear your words clearly. 

eddie slaps his palm over your drooling mouth, but he nods, more than happy to comply if it meant he could fuck you like this every time. 

“only did it.. to make you jealous,” losing his momentum, the churning in his stomach becoming too much to carry on. 

you’re too fucked out to reply, whimpering into his palm, the bedsheets twisted between your fingertips. if no one had heard you, it would be nothing short of a miracle, your gasps only partly muffled by his hand. 

you clench around his cock, calves trembling upon his skin while your hips move on their own, cumming around his cock, his sweaty palm working overtime to silence your loud mouth. 

eddie doesn’t last much longer, biting down onto his lower lip so he doesn’t alert the whole house to your precarious position. 

he’s shaking, collapsing on top of you as his seed paints your walls, saying a silent prayer that this time is the time. 

“oh.. fuck,” he heaves, sloppily pumping his hips into your leaking cunt before pulling out completely, well aware that you had ran over the fifteen minute allotted time slot he had given you. 

wayne would have noticed a whole ten minutes ago, surely waiting to make his snarky comments. 

he lets go of your mouth, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before getting up and as a gentleman does, slides your panties back up and your skirt down. 

it filled eddie with far too much satisfaction to know you’d have to walk downstairs with a skewed walk and a pussy full of his cum, everybody else none the wiser. 

“don’t walk down together,” you bite, running frantic fingers through your unkempt hair, attempting to clean the smudged outline of your lipstick. 

“nobody’s gonna care,” re-buttoning his jeans as he takes a smug sip of warm beer. 

you spin on your heel, shooting daggers at his grinning eyes, “your girlfriend might,” and with that you’re gone, slipping out of the door in a cloud of tangled hair and creased fabric. 

god, he loves you. 

far more than should be allowed for two people who are divorced. 

it was wise for you to go down first, you were a much better liar than eddie ever was. 

he makes a slow walk downstairs, his belt clinking rather conspicuously as he pulls it tight. 

wayne stands in the shadows at the bottom, waiting until he’s close to make him piss his pants before speaking, “i don’t even wanna know,” shaking his head at his petulant nephew, “don’t ever leave me with that girl again,” a warning, but his eyes are soft, almost cracking as the pieces click into place in his brain. 

“i wasn’t.. i didn’t do anything,” but his twitching lips give him away, “and i’m gonna take her home, don’t worry,” trying to shuffle past wayne unscathed. 

his uncle reaches out, smearing his thumb across eddie’s chin, “you left your fuckin’ lipstick on, dumbass,” only half-disappointed in his nephew, because eddie, and everybody out in that garden knows wayne’d be the first person to celebrate the two of you getting back together. 

he, rather unsuccessfully, suppresses his grin, walking into the kitchen like he was the luckiest man alive. 

you stand at the counter, back to him, poking holes into juice boxes, your hair a sudden nest and your dress sitting higher than it had before. anyone would think you’d been doing something you shouldn’t.

he slides up right behind you, “i’m gonna go take her home.. are you staying?” hand threatening to creep under your dress again. 

“yeah, we’ll be here,” you confirm without ever looking up. 

“i’ll come back then,” he didn’t want to be here without you, you’d done these things as a pair for long that it felt disrespectful to ever entertain the idea of doing it alone. 

as he turns, he meets wayne’s eye who had either been stood watching the entire time or had only seen his hand grab your ass, either way it wasn’t great. 

his uncle’s eyes say enough, silent in both their judgement and approval. 

eddie shrugs, walking back into the garden with a terribly hidden smirk and a sickening excitement to get back and see you again.  

[moonlightstuffs]

A man's world

Living was difficult, especially for a woman who was born to craft the life for the known universe. Irulan Corrino felt like her skin would peel off. A creature of golden birth like her, reduced to an obedient slave of a concubine's son was insulting. The darkness in her urged to drag him by his unruly hair to the ground, tear up his insides and drink his blood.

But no, she wouldn't.

For much held true to the fact that a flicker of his finger might end her life, maybe by himself or one of his loyal desert dogs. So she did what the Bene Gesserit would expect her to do. She lifted her gaze, as soft like a flower petal and held his eyes. A gaze would suffice, a smile was too costly, even to gamble for her life.

Green to blue-in-blue meet, and stayed.

Could that be counted as a victory? Maybe, maybe not.

It was strange, living in a man's world, demanding, scary, tiring as well.

It is a doomed world. An empire of sand. Fragile, afraid of the wind and water. It wouldn't survive. It will rot and fall.

A maniacal laugh threatened to claw out of her throat.

Maybe living in a man's world isn't so bad, cackling voice filled her insides, as strange as it sounds, it feels funny as well.

Paul Atreides, Duke of Arrakis and Her Royal Highness, Irulan Corrino I, Sultana of Kaitain, Indira rani of Salusa Secundus, Mother of the known universe, Heir-apparent of the Golden Lion throne was married at 10196 AG following fremen customs at the Governor's residence, Arrakis. Following the royal couple refused the known luxury of "Lua de mel" and immediately set in to construct a new empire, one that changed the course of the universe. Many centuries has passed and the intimate details of the royal marriage has disappeared or rather, limited to the royal archives. But from what remains of their love and duty towards each other are the stories passed down by the generations of Fremen who talks lovingly and reverently about their Muad'Dib, their moon who showed them the way and Mallika, his sun who basked them with her light.

Excerpt from Rise of Mallika-e-jahan of Dune

By Greesha Anandayi

10735 AG

Hey guys!! After years and years of procrastination, at 2 30 in the morning I've finally decided to write a book!! Hopefully this will help me get motivation in all of my tasks as well! So for a long while, especially after reading the books and movies I've grown to be intrigued about the fail-marriage cringe duo! It got me thinking about how Paul's political marriage with Irulan went do smoothly without any real consequences. And hence I have added my version of the Princess and I really, really hope you guys love it! What better way to put my maladaptive daydreaming to use. Do give me your opinions, give constructive criticism ( don't be too harsh though, I'm only a little med student girlie!), and upvote and reblog, please!!

The initial chapters are going to be a bit slow as I'm going through an important exam in medical school, but I'll catch up soon! So do bear with me, you guys!!

Warning: there will be mature themes, extreme gore scenes, sensitive topics and extreme canon divergence. I'm hoping to keep up with the outline plot and add my own original characters and twist to the story. I assert that all characters of the dune franchise belongs to the original author and I only claim the ownership of the characters I create.

[ammonitetheseaserpent]

List 5 things that make you happy then put this in the ask box for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals! <3

I can do this again aqkwbwbsvscwg

1. MUSIC

2. Makin dragon puppets :D

3. BOOKS

4. Prehistoric aminals

5. Collecting things

@yikeskauri @orangesideirrational @maladaptive-maniac @slime-the-awesomeguy @yourpersonaltimebomb @stormvanari @rosa-de-bayahibe @thesmallfriendlytadpole @electrozeistyking @bugs-r-neat

[fellow-fandom-fruitifier]

(Red songs are ones I feel fit the best, some song are more vibes than anything.)

So I went through every single song I’ve ever downloaded (It’s A LOT, like, it’s a playlist over 30 hours long.) and grabbed all the ones I maladaptive daydream Wukong and/or Macaque to. So, without further ado, I present:

💞✨An Overly Long Wukong/Macaque “Playlist”✨💞

People Eater and Misery Meat by Sodikken

Sober by FIDLAR (makes me think of a v angsty shadowpeach fic from SWK’s POV)

Rät by Penelope Scott

Scrawny by Wallows

Nowhere To Run by Stegosaurus Rex

I’m Gonna Win by Rob Cantor

Poor George by James Supercave

Candle Queen by GHOST

Copycat by VocaCircus

Bury A Friend by Billie Eilish

Can’t Be Erased by Coda

Ghosts by Jacob Tillberg

Maniac by Conan Gray

Snowcone by Rei Ami

OH NO! and Are You Satisfied by Marina & The Diamonds

Good Enough by Atsuover

Two Birds by Regina Spektor

Bird Song by Florence + The Machine

Suki Suki Daisuki by Jun Togawa

Saint Bernard by Lincoln

I Can’t Decide by Scissor Sisters

Ghosting, Wrecking Ball, Hayloft (+ Hayloft II), Arms Tonite (YES IK WHAT ITS ACTUALLY ABT SHUP UP😭), and Problems by Mother Mother

Everybody Loves Me by OneRepublic

Seven Nation Army by The White Stripes

Violent by Carolesdaughter

Troublemaker by Olly Murs

Sweet Tooth and Devil Town by Cavetown

Bust Your Kneecaps by Pomplamoose

Cupid’s Chokehold by Gym Class Heroes

Cloud 9 by Beach Bunny

I Can’t Fix You by The Living Tombstone

Hot N Cold by Katy Perry

Applause by Lady Gaga

She Wants Me Dead by Cazette

Backstabber by Kesha

Hell’s Comin’ With Me by Poor Mans Poison

Paparazzi Murder Party by Vain

‘Cause I’m A Liar by Mcki Robyns-P

Choke by IDKHBTFM

Everything Stays by Adventure Time

I / Me / Myself by Will Wood (Idk y, it just feels so wholesome shadowpeach-y 2 me)

Worst Case Scenario and Goodbye MR A by The Hoosiers

Anything You Want by JAWNY

Stalkers Tango by Autoheart (listen… listen man… just think abt it)

Bad Day by Darwin Deez

Fuck You by Lily Allen (bitter exes💀)

True Love FT. Lily Allen by P!nk

Feels by Calvin Harris

Change The Formality by Infected Mushroom

I Just Threw Out The Love Of My Dreams by Weezer

Villain by Stella Jang

Washing Machine Heart by Mitski

Ghost Busters (bcz I think it’s fun E, just imagine SWK & others like ‘who ya gonna call’ & 6EM is the ghost)

Pride X New Magic (I MEAN C’MON “Loves gonna get you killed, but prides gonna be the death of you.” IDBSIXGSINSEIH, the edit audio ever)

Sucker By Jonas Brothers

Bloody Nose and Kitchen Fork by Jack Conte (this song has the vibes that just scream the past tragedy part of their relationship 2 me, idk how 2 explain it)

Passing Through by Kaden MacKay

Karma by AJR

One Way Or Another by Blondie

These Boots Are Made For Walking by Nancy Sinatra

Bad Idea! by Girl In Red

Brutal by Olivia Rodrigo

Them Changes by Thundercat (same reason as the Jack Conte songs tbh, but it’s more the present tragedy part)

C’est toi qu’elle préfère by Alice et Moi

Break My Heart by Dua Lipa

Jesus On The Telephone by Machinery Of The Human Heart

Too Close and Michelle by Sir Chloe

Another Believer by Rufus Wainwright

Dancin Closer To The Edge by JOHNNH GOTH

Julie VS. Robot Julie by Arthur

She Wolf by Shakira

I Don’t Want To Set The World On Fire by The Ink Spots

Plug Me In by Lil Soda Boi

Run, Rabbit, Run! by Flanagan & Allen

Youth by Daughter

Stay Calm by BonBun Films

Exorcism FT. Cyber Diva by Creep-P

Step On Me by The Cardigans

Girl Anachronism by The Dresden Dolls

I’m Not The Only One by Sam Smith (it’s prolly just me tbh)

Shit by Bo Burnham

NARCISSISTIC PERSONALITY DISORDER by Odetari (THE VIBES N SHIT, THE GIRLS R FIGHTIIIING)

[trinity-eats-scabs]

HELLO AND WELCOME TO THIS BLOG!!

sup my names trinity. I'm a recovering maladaptive daydreamer and I do what I want. maybe I will post art one day idk

DNI: The usual suspects; racists, homophobes, transphobes n terfs, zionist scum, map/proship/lolicon aka pedos. But also Andreas Ronnberg idolizers/fangirls. seriously you guys are insufferable. Peace and love

click here to read more about me v

I made this blog for fun and for the sole purpose of consuming content related to my favorite interests. Not sure if I will post much, but I do plan on getting back into drawing so we shall see ^_^ As for now, I'm just here because I like being on the internet and consuming media

Things I love:

bugs, trinkets, and all things creepy and grimy

Over the Garden Wall

Naoki Ursawa's Monster (Grimmer my wife... sigh..)

DAN VS!!!

Eddsworld!!

LITTLEST PET SHOPS!!!!!!!!🔥🔥🔥😈😈

Johnny the Homosexual Manwhore Homicidal Maniac (JTHM)

Cry of Fear and Afraid of Monsters

Gravity Falls

Other stuff I'm fond of: Frankenstein, Sally Face, Undertale/Deltarune, Minecraft Story Mode, Dorohedoro, MLPFiM, FNAF, Serial Experiments Lain, Death Note, and Courage the Cowardly Dog ^_^

Feel free to message me, I like talkin to people

Thanks for reading! C=

[some-pers0n]

Albatross messing with Fathom by telling him that one claw had more magic than all the others is the cutest moment in the series

It is!! I love that scene so much. Albatross is so excited to teach Fathom and Fathom is so new and inexperienced that he just believes anything. But it's a silly joke! Fathom and Albatross laugh about it. Albatross loves his grandson and Fathom loves his grandfather. They're so sweet and cute together...

[creepypasta-cb]

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🔪 Name: Nina Hopkins

🔪 Pronouns: she/her

🔪 Age: 18

🔪 Height: 5'0 🔪 5'3 in her platforms

🔪 Species: human

🔪 Eye colour: blue

🔪 Hair: black and pink, occasionally dyes it

🔪 Other features: slit mouth, tattoos and piercings everywhere, white skin, can see veins under her skin

🔪 Occupation: serial killer

🔪 Disorders: relationship ocd, bipolar, major depressive disorder, schizophrenia, insanity, suicidal, psychotic, eating disorder, adhd, dissociative disorder, maladaptive daydreaming

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🔪 Nina was 18 when her family moved cities. It was her senior year of highschool. She was absolutely obsessed with Jeff the Killer. She felt very attracted to him and had an impulse to kill.

🔪 She read all the fan fictions and read the story many times. Nina fell in love with Jeff.

🔪 On the first day of her new school, her and her brother walked together. They mostly stuck with each other since they knew no one.

🔪 Three students approached them right when they got into the school. Nina quickly learned that they were bullies. Her brother and one of the bullies argued back and forth for a bit before the bully punched her brother.

🔪 Nina saw red from that moment on. She pulled out a pocket knife and barely scratched the bully and scared all of them off. At this point, her sanity slowly started to slip.

🔪 Weeks later, the bullies wanted to get back at her. They knew how much she cared for her brother, so they took him and beat him. Nina found him at home and she immediately rushed him to the hospital.

🔪 The next day the three bullies would then jump Nina. She had a hard time taking all three of them at once and the only thing she could do was run. Nina found an abandoned house and went inside. She found a metal bar and waited inside the house, ready to use it at any moment.

🔪 The moment one of the bullies walked past her, she smacked them right in the face with the bar. The noise sounded very satisfying to Nina and hit them again. And again. With every hit, the more unhinged she got and started laughing loudly. She twirled the metal bar in her hand and ran after the other two.

🔪 After her little spree, she went home and stared at herself in the mirror. She loved how blood looked on her. Nina didn't want to look average anymore and grabbed her pocket knife. She knew she wanted to look like Jeff.

🔪 At this point, Jeff heard all about Nina as she was on the news a few times for beating up her bullies. He was at her house, sitting in her kitchen holding up a bottle of bleach. He poured it on her and lit her on fire, exactly how it happened to him. Nina screamed and soon passed out from the pain.

🔪 Nina woke up in the hospital and took the bandages off of her face, running to the bathroom and grinning at her new appearance. She laughed maniacally and the doctors said that it could be post trauma response.

🔪 After she got sent home, that first night she was giggling and laughing to herself in her room. She was stitching her eye lids open when her mom came into the room. Nina sat there in a pool of her own blood. She cut the sides of her mouth into a grin.

🔪 Her mom naturally screamed in terror as Nina looked over herself proudly. She got annoyed when her mom said there's something seriously wrong with her. Nina snapped and used the pocket knife, she used to cut her mouth open, to kill her mom.

🔪 Nina was so close to being like Jeff. The last thing she had to do was kill her brother. She didn't care how much she loved her brother. She loved Jeff more. Nina made her way to her brothers room and stabbed him to death.

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🔪 Traits: manipulative, sassy, bratty, bubbly, clingy, obsessive, yandere, loyal, social, happy, ruthless, cruel

🔪 Likes: Jeff the Killer, physical touch, torture, hair bows, pink

🔪 Dislikes: Jeff the Killer, being bossed around

🔪 Other notes: forgets she is a guy

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🔪 Position: switch, will top or bottom depending what her partner enjoys

🔪 Kinks: torture (giving and receiving), cnc (giving and receiving, must talk about beforehand!!!), choking (receiving), gagging (giving and receiving), collaring (receiving), marking (giving and receiving), extreme knife play (receiving), bondage (receiving), corruption, forced orgasm (giving), edging (giving), heavy punishments (receiving), extreme humilation (receiving), public, will carve her name into someone, slapping (giving and receiving), spanking (giving and receiving), fisting/fingering (receiving), toys (giving and receiving), buttplugs (receiving), objectification (recieving)

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🔪 Ideal type: Jeff the Killer, someone as possessive as her

🔪 Sexuality: bi

🔪 Dating: single regularly makes out with Jane, dating and in love with @timmburrton Mar [8/17/2023]

🔪 Friends: Jane, Clockwork, Ticci Toby

[bungerisme]

@maladaptive-maniac @mod-calico @perpetual-pathos @atinyladybug-daydreams @verifiedsonic

[some-pers0n]

Your honor I cannot be evil for you see I am God’s specialest little boy

— Darkstalker, probably

Yeah I believe he would say that

[la1rs]

3:33 AM

Prescriptions and profane petitions pervade my nightly routine

Intoxicated, overly medicated, in the unseen

The clock displays the time, 3:33AM, I am wide awake

Deep inside my being, a feeling I cannot shake

Booms in the belly of my bones emulating an earthquake

Inner grumblings and rumblings intensify into a splitting headache

Quaking and teeming with terror, I am a maniac

A drunken, hopelessly romantic insomniac

For the darkness has made a prisoner out of me

Goblins patrol and control all that I see

Apparitions and their visions of death arise

Montages of how I will commit suicide are my prize

On replay, repeat

I admit defeat

And expose the tendons in my wrist

I have always been a masochistic hedonist

Bowing to every unholy undoing

Clothed in the scars of my evildoing

I succumb to the banshee

Good mourning to me

And a wily welcome to my dark side

I have made myself see-through, I have nothing left to hide

I am not the person you think you know

Usher in the freak show

I am only half alive within

Burnished barbed wire adorns my skin

And keeps me static. I am too afraid to move

As I wait for my idols to approve

And tell me that I am worthy of their time

For they regard my existence as a crime

I am tiptoeing the line,

A tightrope of twine

I am a contortionist by nature

Long have I alluded their attempts to denature

And conform my spirit

Ultimately, I cave in, then I hear it

Whispers, prayers

A cacophony of human slayers

Chanting,

“O, Master of Disguise

Entangle them in your lies

Corrupt and corrode their heads

Let us tear them to shreds

O, Evil One

Let us have some fun

As we magnetize them, mesmerize them, and manipulate them blind

Let us bring about the extinction of humankind

In the form of apathy, depression, and disdain

For we are pleased plotters of their pain

Let us execute them, and feast on their brains.”

I am a dead dandelion in chains

Balancing between alternate universes

Providing sacrilegious online services

I am poison ivy in your veins

Reaping weeping winds and red rains

Evaporating, leaving behind only blood stains

Recollections, ruins, and remains

As crooked little fingers look for souvenirs

They find only rubble and ashes,

Emptied out storehouses, and stolen stashes

The tremors overtook the circus, drained the rivers, pulled the plug

In the aftershock, I am face to-face with all that I have dug

My hands are filthy from digging my own grave

I have been exposed, there is little left to save

As such, I have become depraved

Due to the way I have behaved

I am enslaved, dependent on disobedience

Wrought through the ringer that is every experience

Am I living? Am I not?

I feel my brain beginning to rot

A culmination of breathing in sulfur

Things are not what they once were

Will someone kiss me and enable me to feel?

If someone touches me, does it imply that I'm real?

I need to hear that I am worth forgiving

And that my life is worth living

Because my heart is locked, holding onto years

Not lived, given up to fantastical fears

Fighting off panic

Making myself manic

Starving my body as a form of self domination

Making a mockery of God’s creation

Dressed in lies and condemnation

Falsely proclaiming liberation

These are the mistakes of my youth

I face the undeniable truth

That I am the reason I am here

I am responsible for allowing myself to be poisoned by fear

I picked wrong over right

I chose left and sprinted into the night

Unprotected, I abandoned my armor at home

Defenseless in the wilderness I decided to roam

My life has become a series of maladaptive reactions

I no longer have thoughts, only automated actions

And I frequently have to remind myself that people can see me

That realization alone makes me shudder, makes me antsy

For my memories have slipped through my grasp

My voice, often out of reach, hollowed out to a rasp

I am alone with only my corrupted conscience to wrestle

I am trapped inside a piteous vessel

I was meant to soar but this body lacks wings

It is sheer torture imprisoning eternal spirits inside of dying human beings

The only solution, I conclude, is to cry out to the God I left behind

And pray that His love and mercy will restore my mind.

[atinyladybug-daydreams]

@maladaptive-maniac

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