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revcngex · 4 months
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I think this is the best edit I've made yet idk
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damimsimpin · 2 months
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Ticci Toby headcannons
Kinda just what I see him as :)
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Does not like cars-kinda bc the accident
He grew up in Germany for the first 15 years then his dad got a new job and they moved to the states
He has a scar on the cheek but it’s only still there bc he gnaws at his cheek when stressed(he has bandages on his fingers to keep him from graying thru those)
Sense he can’t feel direct pain but only feels a tingling sensation in the area,his pleasure can be sky rocked,witch means he might have a small porn addiction,just for the pleasure
He does it bc he wants to feel something even if it’s disgusting pleasure
Sometimes he sings a German lullaby his mom taught him
Loves bunnies (all animals but he has smt for bunnies)
He does have a sweet and silly side like the fanon version but it’s very rare unless your his close trusted comerad
He carries two hatches on his waistband normally but if he has to he has a axe in his room
I headcannon that he does not like to use that one Beacuse that’s the one he used to kill his mother
He’s a pyromaniac yet has a lil bit of trauma to fire
Sleeps on a cheap silk pillow just so his scar doesn’t infected (more than it is)
Does not know about mh -only that hoodie and masky knew each other beforehand
Attachment issues 100%
Hates his mask bc it rubs the skin off his scar and makes it ich
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”Ich liebe Dich” my loves!
Tell me if yall want more!
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ophicmbiance · 3 months
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INTRODUCTION
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NAME: Ophic !
FAVORITE CASE: Academy Maniacs, and the Scream Killers !
FAVORITE MOVIE(S): Natural Born Killers, The Evil Dead, and Fear Street !
FAVORITE BAND(S): Пурген, Pisse, Piss Sink, Anal Cunt, Cattle Decapitation, Parasitic Ejaculation, and Evil Dwarfs !
FAVORITE GENRE: Grindcore or Cybercore !
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' You don't like violence?
Fuckin pussy! '
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dreamy-sucide-pact · 1 month
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rambling
just to preface; the dahmer series on netflix is awful and should never have been made
unfortunately i was led to watch it when it came out (not knowing the ethical concerns surrounding it to a large extent) on a piracy website and while it's genuinely very problematic and immoral piece of media to create i feel so close to it.
theres something strangely comforting watching something so real and awful and knowing that this was a real person who had rationale and a decent understanding of morality. its relatable; the feeling of somehow knowing you are unable to love correctly or be loved (in fact, i wouldnt call it love at all) and all for a lack of empathy and understanding. there's an understanding, but it's objective and void of emotional value, and this drives you to commit things that only a daemon would- and you know this, but do it anyway. it does not grip your heart with guilt, and yet you know "for what i did i should be dead". to some point, you are so unable of love that even pretending it happening and directly hurting the one you supposedly love is the only thing you can do to feel that- and you become numb and distant. there isnt a guilt or genuine anxiety coming from this hurt, but a stimming feeling of fear of getting caught, rooting from the objective knowing of committing something immoral.
this isnt really about the series but rather the mental process of the person himself- but i feel that it really humanised him and that was one of the flaws of the creation of the movie- or not, i guess it depends how you look at it. i think even serial killers deserve to be humanised, in a way it's the best and only prerogative to finally understand their motives and stop any future violent crimes. for me, i think i finally realised the extent of my lack of empathy and saw myself in him; and then the impacts of his awful actions on everyone else around him, and it actually helped me get better. by 'get better' my empathy hasn't really changed, but in an objective lens i can sort of see how the implications are also awful, and others' perception of what he did. that there are other, genuine and real ways to love.
it makes me a bit confused when people dehumanise people like this, because understanding mental health is important for everybody. it's difficult when a large portion of people are shunned and discredited humanity for (in the very basic sense) having little empathy. many people can have little empathy. they're still human. their actions can and should be judged, but silencing their motives will only make things worse, i think
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gildiatajemnic · 4 months
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socheesecakegiver · 5 months
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𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐀𝐋𝐢𝐄𝐄𝐍 ༒
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fixablebubble · 1 year
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Having an interest in the criminal justice system and criminology as whole (+ having a degree in forensic psychology) sounds great and interesting until you get lumped in with the ✨True Crime Girlies✨ that fetishize and idolize the ones committing the crimes.
Fuck.
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dreamy-conceit · 1 year
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The American school system has inadvertently trained an entire generation of war photographers.
— u/pointlessone, posted to Reddit 10 Apr 2023 in a discussion about the 2023 Louisville shooting.
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revcngex · 4 months
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this is my fifth account they won’t stop banning me LMAO 
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hezigler · 2 years
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Neo-Nazi Marine Plotted Mass Murder, Rape Campaigns with Group -- Feds - Rolling Stone
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It's getting to be about that phase in my life again when only mass shooting footage makes me feel anything.
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indo-kindo1 · 1 month
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Villain origin story
What's the point of being a hero? I found myself thinking that since I was young. Why is it that the heroes are praised for their work while the villains get tossed into the background never to be saved? Their stories never to be told. Well, that's all about to change very soon.
Stars that's all he could see when he first woke up, then a cold dampness on the side of his face warm to the touch and thick against the hard concrete digging into his small legs. (this is when they are kids Virgil is 14 Deceit is 20 and Remus is 18)
He heard hash intakes of breath next. And the feeling of a hand wrapped around his torso that's when he registered what was happening.
"Dad!" Tears streamed down the boy's eyes as he looked to his left seeing his father's blood covering his skin. The father looked at his son with fleeting strength, his voice weak with effort "Run Virgil!"
A laugh of pure evil came from down the alleyway freezing Virgil from moving an inch forward. His eyes widened as he watched the rubble of the ground shift tearing up as he clutched onto his dad's shirt holding onto it like a lifeline. As the villain laughed getting closer.
"Did you see that Dee? I slaughtered that guy!" Remus the second worst and most feared villain in the region, is known for his impulsive choices dangerous behavior, and murders.
Deceit smiles crookedly at the body that Virgil was trembling next to and turns to Remus bloody hands and all "How many is that this week twenty? I'm not impressed"
(Of course, being the personification of a lying being you have to perceive everything as the opposite of what he means so I will use bold italics for indicators of lies.)
Remus smiles wildly "Aww thanks Dee Dee that's so sweet!"
Virgil could not possibly understand how these villains could just talk as if they did not just kill his father and just stared at them in disbelief. Anger blocking out his fear he yells "Who are you people! Why did you do this!"
"Who are we, don't ask hmm. Well, you must not have heard the news were the villains and you Virgil well I haven't heard a lot about you." Deceit leans against Remus. Deceit may be young but has a lot of connections in the villain world that keep him at the top in their region full of teens and young adults.
I got to run but my legs won’t stop shaking! Virgil thinks to himself and flinches when the yellow-gloved man grabs his small shoulder “W-what do you want from me?!”
Deceit smiles down at him his scar riding up to show his fangs his scales glistening in the moonlight the drops of water making his umbrella seem more of a prop that compliments his black and yellow themes “I don’t want you to come with us we will be your… teammates!”
The purple-haired boy looks at them shocked “What? You killed my father and expect me to just go with you?!”
Remus giggles waving his mace around “We could take you with a few fewer limbs attached but we won’t be healing yah!” his face contorted to a vast smile, his mustache and hair in his face, his green outfit a very strong royal green fit for a duke!
With fear clawing inside Virgil's heart he gives in and goes with the villains.
Deceit smiles and teleports them to a house. Virgil will forever deny the yelp that came from his mouth
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bloghrexach · 2 months
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🥲 … “I watched a video of a child from the Gaza Strip saying ‘Do you know why I’m sad?’ — Because my only friend at school was martyred.
When he grows up these will be his childhood memories. Can you imagine? … 🥲
Art work — @malik_qraiqea …
@hrexach
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theforeverdyingperson · 2 months
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Hate Potion
“Can’t you run any faster!?” He yelled to the woman who was a good 5 feet behind him.
“You try running in a dress in this terrain!”
She yelled back at him, growing even more annoyed with him.
They were running from a mob wanting their heads. They weren’t sure who they were, there were many people who wanted their bounty.
They were the greatest hitmen one could buy. But after they were hired to kill someone very dear to the kingdom, the king, almost half the kingdom turned against them. The other half didn’t dare.
They worked together, yet hated each other. Couldn’t stop bickering for a minute. Many groups offered for them to join them, before they killed the king, desperate to have the best hit men in their group. But they work alone, always have, always will.
“Cloud Nine!” The man known as Grayson shouted to his partner, whose name was Abigail. ‘Cloud Nine’ was code for their hidden bunker. They used this code if they were being chased or couldn’t speak freely.
“See you there!” Abigail said as they spit up to their designated entrances to throw off their enemy.
Abigail climbed a tree that looked impossible to climb. She was the only one who could climb it, because she was the only one who knew were to put her feet and hands.
As she got to the top she jumped from tree to tree. Grayson often called her a monkey when he watched her do it. Once she got to a certain tree, she opened a latch on the cut off top of one of the thick trunk and slipped her little self inside. The tree was hollow and lead to an underground passageway. She had lost her half of the mob a while back.
Once she got to the bunker, she laid down on her cot and sighed in relief. She started to wonder if Grayson was okay. His route took longer than hers, but she was running slower today.
While he was absent, she took the opportunity to take off her disguise, even though it didn’t do much. The dress she wore was so heavy, she took it off and put on her usual black suit.
Meanwhile, Grayson was running from his half of the mob. They were catching up on him and he knew he had to get to his burrow fast! He sprinted to a near willow tree and ducked under its glistening leaves. He took a sharp turn out of the tree in hopes of throwing them off. He then dived in a small burrow under a tree trunk and hid under the leaves and dirt.
Thankfully his plan had worked and they lost him. He ran to another nearby trunk and went into its small burrow. That then led to another underground tunnel with led to their bunker.
He finally made it inside and noticed that Abigail had already changed.
“What took you so darn long!?” Abigail yelled at him.
He did not feel like dealing with this after just running three miles.
“They were hot on my tail, I had to lose them.” He replied trying to keep his calm.
“They always are! And you never take that long!” She said. He finally looked at her and for a second he thought he could see worry on her face.
“What do you care!?” He asked, losing his temper. All she did was roll her eyes. He went to take off his coat but something pinched him when he tried to take his left sleeve off. He looked down and saw a vile and been shot into his arm and had drained its contents into him.
“When did that happen?” Abigail asked, a very worried tone in her voice.
“I don’t know.” He said, worried of what they shot in him.
She walked over to him and ripped the vile out of his arm, he hissed in pain but she didn’t seem to care.
“Shoot!!” She said, drawing his attention away from his arm to her examining the vile.
“What is it?” He asked growing even more worried.
“It’s like an opposite love position, it makes you hate the people you love. It triggers something in your mind that makes you attack those people.” She said, a worried look grew on her face. She didn’t want him to kill anyone he loved, there weren’t much, but there were some. Some very good friends of his that would help them hide away when not by their bunker.
His eyes grew wide and a worried expression flashed on his face. His heart beat started to pick and he started to have the urge to punch something, or someone.
"Run." He said.
"If the potion only makes you attack the people you love, I'll be fine. I can stay here and stop you from attacking anyone you actually do love-"
"I love you!" He snarled, his hands curling into fists.
He alway had, from the moment they met in training. She always acted like she hated him so he did the same. He never had the courage to tell her.
"Now run."
He never knew two words could hurt that much. He squeezed his eyes shut trying to keep the tears of anger, sadness, and confusion from falling.
He suddenly felt arms wrap around his torso. His eyes shot open as he stumbled back a bit from the impact. He looked down to see Abigail hugging him. Without thinking his arms istinctively wrapped around her.
“I love you too” he heard her mumble into his chest. He held her tighter than forced himself to let go. He stumbled back and gripped onto a chair, trying to get the venom out of his brain.
“GO!” He yelled as the last of his control started to slip out of him.
She sprinted out of her tunnel, knowing that he wasn’t small enough to get through. She crawled out of her trunk and went to their supply box. She grabbed a net and a rope and ran back to we’re she knew Grayson would crawl out. She hid in a nearby tree and waited.
Sure enough he popped up from his burrow and started trotting to find her. She let the net fall and it caught him. She hopped down from the tree and tied him up. She knew that it would only be a matter of time before the potion left his system.
After about 10 hours of dozing off then coming back to reality from Grayson’s struggle. He finally blacked out from the exhaustion his body when through to get the potion out of his system. She carried him back through the tunnels and laid him on his cot. She finally got to sleep the moment her head hit the pillow.
The next day Grayson woke up to the smell of cooked fish. He quickly got up and went into the dining area to see Abigail eating.
“Why didn’t you wake me up?” He asked, sitting down discovering he was now very hungry.
“Because you’ve been out for two days.” she says snickering to herself as his jaw dropped.
“Eat up!” She says as if it was nothing. He quickly dug in.
After she was done eating she went to her cot to lay down. He soon followed her when he finished his food.
“So about yesterday…” he started but veered off from embarrassment. He looked away and scratched the back of his neck.
“I just wanted to say sorr-“ he didn’t get to finish when a pair of lips came in contact with his. He was shocked at first but then melted into it.
They finally had to pull away for air and she looked into his eyes lovingly.
“Don’t be.” She said before giving him a quick peck on the lips and hugging him like her life depended on it. He hugged back, putting all his long hidden years of love into it.
This sucked but I thought I’d post it for inspo
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capsulas · 3 months
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