#pyschopathic

[elryuse]

Hey, can you write a story about yandere Chaeryeong punishes y/n for escaping

PUNISHMENTS

YANDERE CHAERYEONG X MALE READER

The metallic tang of blood hung heavy in the air, a sickening counterpoint to the chirping crickets outside. Y/n, his body trembling like a frightened rabbit, huddled in the corner of the basement, his eyes glued to the crimson trail leading to the lifeless form of his mother.

Chaeryeong, his once-beloved childhood friend, stood over her, a chilling smile playing on her lips. Her once playful eyes, now glinting with a terrifying madness, met his.

"See, Y/n," she chirped, her voice like a warped nursery rhyme, "they just didn't understand our love, did they?"

The memory, a year old now, still sent shivers down Y/n's spine. It had all started innocently enough. Chaeryeong, the girl he used to chase butterflies with, had developed a… fixation on him. It began with small pranks, dead mice left on his doorstep, whispers in the dead of night. Then came the escalating threats, the cryptic messages scrawled on his window, each signed with a single red rose.

His parents, oblivious to the growing darkness in Chaeryeong's eyes, dismissed it as teenage angst. But Y/n knew better. The fear gnawed at him, a constant companion.

The first kill was his father. A "tragic accident" the police called it, a gas leak in the garage. Y/n knew better. He'd seen the glint of a metal pipe in Chaeryeong's hand the night before. Then came his mother, a single, brutal stab wound silencing her screams.

Now, alone in the blood-soaked basement, Y/n felt a primal terror unlike anything he'd ever known.

"Don't worry, Y/n," Chaeryeong knelt before him, her touch sending chills down his spine. "We'll be together forever now. Just you and me."

Forever. The word hung heavy in the air, a chilling promise. Chaeryeong's basement became his prison, the flickering light bulb his only sun. Days bled into nights, punctuated by Chaeryeong's visits. Sometimes she'd be playful, braiding his hair and humming childhood songs in a voice that now sent shivers down his spine. Other times, she'd be a monster, her eyes burning with a terrifying intensity as she recounted the details of his family's demise.

He tried to escape, once. The desperate scramble for the basement door, the sickening thud as Chaeryeong tackled him. The punishment was swift and brutal – a broken leg, set with rusty tools, the agony a constant reminder of his limitations.

Somehow, amidst the horror, a twisted form of normalcy emerged. Chaeryeong meticulously cared for him, cooking him meals, reading him stories, her voice a chilling comfort in the suffocating darkness. She'd decorate the basement with fairy lights and stolen flowers, a pathetic attempt to create a semblance of life.

Y/n, a broken shell of his former self, clung to this twisted affection. It was all he had left. He learned to anticipate her moods, to offer a placating smile when she needed it, to endure the chilling tales of her "art" – other families, chosen at random, their lives snuffed out in Chaeryeong's twisted game of love.

One night, as Chaeryeong recounted the details of her latest victim, a horrifying realization dawned on Y/n. He wasn't just a prisoner; he was an accomplice. His silence, his forced acceptance, was a tacit approval of her monstrous acts.

He looked at Chaeryeong, her face illuminated by the flickering light, a single tear tracing a path down her cheek. In that moment, beneath the mask of madness, he saw a flicker of something else – a desperate yearning for love, a love so twisted that it thrived on death and fear.

A choked sob escaped his lips. He was trapped in a nightmare, bound by a love so warped it defied definition. Chaeryeong, his childhood friend, his tormentor, his twisted savior, had become his entire world. Escape seemed like a distant dream, lost in the suffocating darkness of their macabre love story.

The basement, once a place of horror, now felt like a twisted sanctuary. As long as he remained within its confines, Chaeryeong's twisted affection, a chilling mix of love and possession, would keep him safe. Outside, the world continued to spin, oblivious to the monster lurking in its midst and the broken boy forever bound to her.

[hippydippydruid]

OH MY GOD HE KILLED HER

[atlantic-riona]

sometimes...people should not say what they're thinking

[iceysnow]

istg men will be like: "yeah i love being married!" then not want to be forcefully castrated (possibly die but who cares?) and forced to be a bride forever in an insane asylum to a delusional incel serial killer with childhood trauma and anger issues 😐😴😑

[bubblepopsims]

I had you in my grip, but you're starting to slip Bring out the worst in me

And now it's come to end, I think I'm giving in You set my demons free x

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[lenbryant]

We cannot allow another Electoral College win for this dangerous imbecile.

[irithylldancer]

Another day, another dude trying to tell me Ranni is selfish, pyschopath

[darwinquark]

He's lost control before, but never like that. It was always in a blind rage, a surge of cortisol that tore through his body like a flash-fire, razing everything in its path. Catabolic. Powerful.

This was different.

This was a conscious sedation.

This was the word 'good' becoming morphine in her mouth.

fic

[hzasuka]

[nic-coughlan]

i say this with all my heart, and every breath my body will ever produce...

FUCK ISRAEL

[deepseadozing]

oh i'm getting followers?? okay.

look at the thing i'm making for future leo

[into-the-void-i-leap]

Oop- insecure and Deaf Vox who is a stalker and CODA and ASPD Alastor. It's gonna end up unhinged and messy.

Lots of very unsafe and insane BDSM/Kink and such along with nonsexual BDSM with mommy Dom Rosie

Here is art from ch 1

[lilygoat]

Cypress Hill ft. Psychopathic Rydas - Illusions (Remix)

"Some people tell me that I need help

Some people can fuck off and go to hell"

..best opening lyrics!!!!

[vetteldixon]

37/100 pics of scott dixon

[ineffable-gallimaufry]

i really do hate how like every other post about the muskrat is like "what a narcissist hahahaha" and "omg could it not pay for him to grow an EMPATHY braincell?????" and it's like. yeah i hate him too but stop being a fucking asshole to people with npd and aspd and hpd and disorders that can cause one to have low empathy or attention seeking or anything else you're insulting him for.

he's not going see your stuff and feel bad. I HOWEVER am going to see your stuff and say "wow. thanks for saying i am as bad as a horrible vile member of the bourgeoisie who hurts people constantly and sucks so much. i love that."

[storm-driver]

old friend told me that my legacy on Tumblr was humble beginnings as a Danny Phantom sideblog before i, in there words, "exploded overnight into a full-blown kh blog on the NIGHT that the kh3 orchestra trailer launched" and over the course of 2-years, i became the tin-hat theory person. and upon kh3 release, the beginning of my "Roxas and Ventus should be friends" era, which still continues to this day.