I think my favorite part about Hannigram is just how interestingly they mirror each other?
Hannibal enjoys control over his surroundings because of his past and has internalized the idea and image of being a composed and cold killer- but when that all cracks and he lashes out? It's hot self-destructive anger at whoever is the nearest available target. Hannibal, deep down, is a deeply traumatized and violent little creature of a man with a veneer of respectablity who loathes those moments where he loses control.
Will, on the other hand, seems very lassez faire about his life at first glance. He lives in a rural area, enjoys nature and animals, he's often shown as being more openly emotional on the surface. I mean- his hyper-empathy is the reason he gets dragged into all of this in the first place. But- when he gets broken down? It's cold. It's nothing but cold, efficient, logical , detached spite.
I think one of the reasons Hannibal fell so hard, so fast is..... Will is everything he wishes he actually were. And Hannibal is a puzzle box for Will to pull apart.
They really are suited for each other in such a toxic way and I love it.
Oh my gods OP that's perfect, that's exactly it. And then little wonder Hannibal is so desperate to draw that ideal, wished for self out of Will. Dude's living vicariously.
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SUMMARY: When Jamie Tartt becomes a regular customer in the little coffee shop you work in, youâre not as quick to fall in love with him as the rest of the world has been. But, the more he shows up, the more you fall a little bit in love with him. And, unbeknownst to you, Jamie starts to feel exactly the sameâŠ
NOTES: Season 1 Jamie, working class reader, class differences hinted at, slightly insecure reader, mild profanity, slow burn, fluffy vibes for the most part!
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NAVIGATION | TED LASSO MASTERLIST | KO-FI
The first time Jamie Tartt notices you, it is entirely your fault. Not because you do anything impressive, and not because you flirt with him, and not because you even look at him for more than half a second.
The problem is that you donât seem to care that heâs Jamie Tartt. Most people do. Some try to hide it, some donât. You recognise him, obviously. It would be difficult not to. His face is plastered across enough adverts and magazine covers that even someone with no interest in football knows who he is.
Still, recognition isnât the same thing as interest.
You hand him his coffee.
âCheers.â
âNo problem.â
Then you move on to the next customer. Jamie stands there for a second. Waiting. People usually linger. They ask questions. They smile too much. They laugh at things that arenât funny.
You are already asking the next person whether they want oat milk. It bothers him. Not enough to say anything, but enough to remember you.
For weeks he is simply another customer. An irritating one. The sort who orders the same thing every single day and somehow still manages to complain.
âCoffeeâs hotter today.â
âIt is coffee.â
âIâm just saying.â
You smile brightly. âThank you for your feedback.â
His eyes narrow. You beam at him. The interaction leaves him strangely annoyed. It leaves you amused.
You tell your colleague Hannah about it later.
âThe footballer?â
âThe footballer.â
âThe fit one?â
You snort. âTheyâre all fit.â
âNo, but heâs proper fit.â
âHe acts like somebody who got told he was good looking once and built his entire personality around it.â
Hannah nearly chokes laughing. The conversation should have ended there. Instead, somehow, Jamie starts appearing more often.
One coffee in the morning becomes one coffee in the morning and another in the afternoon. Then sometimes he turns up for bottled water. Or a snack. Or absolutely no reason you can identify.
You start suspecting he simply enjoys being difficult.
âYouâre smiling.â
You look up from the till. Jamie is leaning against the counter.
âYes?â
âYou always smiling?â
You glance around, grinning cheekily. âNo. Sometimes I commit crimes.â
His mouth twitches. Not quite a smile. Close. The tiny victory surprises you more than it should. Something shifts after that, though not dramatically. Not enough for anybody else to notice. Just enough that conversations start happening.
Small ones. Meaningless ones.
Jamie complains about the weather. You tell him he lives in England and should adjust his expectations. Jamie complains about training. You tell him nobody is forcing him to kick a ball professionally for enormous amounts of money.
Jamie complains about literally everything else. You tell him that sounds difficult in the same tone people use with toddlers.
The strange thing is that he keeps coming back. You cannot work out why. You are not particularly exciting in your eyes. Your life is ordinary. You go to work, you visit your family, you split rent with two friends, and you spend entirely too much money on takeaway when youâve had a rough day.
Nothing about you belongs in glossy magazines, and nothing about you belongs near famous footballers.
The difference between your worlds feels obvious, sometimes painfully obvious. Especially when you catch fragments of conversations about brand deals and luxury holidays and cars worth more than your yearly salary.
Things so far removed from your own life that they feel fictional. You never mention it. Never let yourself dwell on it.
Then one Tuesday afternoon Jamie arrives looking genuinely furious. Not his usual dramatic annoyance. Actually angry. You can see it in the set of his shoulders, in the tension in his jaw, in the way he throws a twenty-pound note onto the counter.
âCappuccino.â
You start making it. Silence stretches between you. Normally he would have complained about something by now. The quiet feels wrong.
Eventually you glance over. âBad day?â
âNo.â
The answer comes too quickly. You hum. âRight.â
âWhat?â
âNothing.â
âYouâre doing that thing.â
âWhat thing?â
âThat thing where youâre acting like you know Iâm lying.â
A laugh slips out before you can stop it.
His expression grows even darker. âWhatâs funny?â
âYou.â
âMe?â
âYes.â You finish the coffee, placing it carefully on the counter. âPeople who arenât upset donât stomp around looking like someone has just pissed on their ÂŁ300 trainers.â
For a second you think he might snap at you. Instead something unexpected happens. His shoulders drop, only slightly, but enough to notice. The anger doesnât disappear. It just looks heavier suddenly, less dramatic, more real.
Your chest tightens. You donât know much about Jamie Tartt. Only what everybody knows. The endless confidence. Seeing a crack in all that armour feels strangely intimate.
You donât push. People always appreciate that.
âSo,â you say lightly, âif murder isnât on the agenda, your coffeeâs ready.â
His laugh catches him off guard. You hear it. The surprise crossing his face. The sound does something ridiculous to your stomach.
He takes the cup. For a moment neither of you move. The air feels oddly crowded. Jamie clears his throat first.
âSee you tomorrow.â
The words arrive casually. As though they mean nothing. As though he doesnât come here every day anyway. You smile.
âProbably.â
He leaves. The door swings shut behind him. You stare after him for a second longer than necessary. By the time your shift ends, youâve almost forgotten about it. Almost.
The problem arrives three days later. You are carrying two crates through the service corridor when one slips. The contents crash across the floor. Several bottles burst open instantly, and cold liquid splashes over your shoes.
âOh, for Godâs sake.â
Embarrassment hits first, then frustration. You already know cleaning this mess is going to keep you late. The week has been exhausting enough without this.
Your eyes sting unexpectedly. Not from the accident, but from everything else. The bills and the long hours and the endless feeling that no matter how hard you work youâre always one step behind.
You hate crying. Especially at work over something stupid.
A sharp voice interrupts your thoughts. âYou alright?â
You look up. Jamie, because of course. Why wouldnât it be? For one horrifying second you think he has noticed your watery eyes. His expression changes. Concern. Actual concern. The sight startles you.
âFine.â
âYou donât look fine.â
âI dropped some bottles.â
âYeah. I can see that.â
A shaky laugh escapes. Mortifying. You immediately look away.
The corridor suddenly feels too bright. Too narrow. Too small. Nothing terrible has happened. That almost makes it worse. You know exactly how silly you must seem. Getting emotional over a few broken bottles. Over a bad week. Over nothing.
Then Jamie crouches beside the mess without another word.
âWhat are you doing?â
âHelping.â
âYou donât have to.â
âI know.â
Something catches painfully in your throat. People are kind to you all the time. Friends. Family. Colleagues. Still, something about the simple certainty of it lands differently.
Maybe because Jamie Tartt is the last person you expected it from.
For a moment neither of you speak. The silence settles around you.
The realisation arrives all at once. You like him. Not just tolerate him. Not just find him amusing. You genuinely, properly like him.
The thought should have felt exciting. Instead it fills you with dread, because liking Jamie Tartt feels a little bit like standing at the edge of something very high and knowing exactly how much it would hurt if you fell.
You spend the entire weekend trying to convince yourself that nothing has changed. The problem is that something has. The knowledge sits awkwardly beneath your ribs, impossible to ignore now youâve noticed it.
But, because it feels ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous.
You know exactly what people like Jamie date. Women whose lives look beautiful and effortless. Women who seem to belong in the same polished world he inhabits. You spend your days steaming milk and apologising for card machines that arenât working.
The gap feels embarrassing.
Enough that by Monday morning youâve decided the sensible thing is to ignore the whole situation.
The door opens at half past eight. Your heart immediately does something stupid. Jamie hasnât even said anything yet. He just walks in wearing a Richmond training jacket and that permanently irritated expression he seems to have been born with.
You hate that you notice how nice he looks.
âMorning.â
âMorning.â
He studies you. You focus aggressively on the coffee machine.
âWhatâs wrong with you?â
You nearly spill milk everywhere. âWhat?â
âYouâre being weird.â
âIâm not.â
âYou are.â
You risk a glance upward. His eyebrows have pulled together. Genuine confusion. The sight makes you want to laugh. Of course Jamie notices immediately. The man is fuelled almost entirely by attention, and any deviation from normal behaviour apparently triggers an investigation.
âNothingâs wrong.â
âHmm.â
ââHmmâ what?â
âHmm, I donât believe you.â
You hand over his coffee.
âThat sounds like a you problem.â
The corners of his mouth twitch. A familiar warmth settles in your chest. Dangerous. You need to stop doing that. Need to stop collecting little moments with him as though they mean something.
The trouble is that Jamie seems determined to make it difficult.
Over the next few weeks he starts lingering. Not in a subtle way, but in a Jamie way. The football equivalent of a toddler dragging a chair into the middle of a room and demanding everybody admire his efforts.
You are wiping tables one afternoon when he appears beside you. âWhyâre you doing that?â
You stare. âIâm cleaning.â
âDonât they have people for that?â
âI am people for that.â
He looks genuinely puzzled. You laugh despite yourself. His expression brightens instantly, like heâd been waiting for it. The realisation catches you off guard. Jamie likes making you laugh. The thought follows you home.
By the time you finally crawl into bed, you are annoyed with yourself. Nothing good can come from this, nothing at all. You know that.
Then one Friday afternoon you walk into the staff area and hear your name. The sound stops you immediately.
ââŠtheyâre nice.â
Jamieâs voice.
You freeze. A horrible instinctive reaction.
Not wanting to be noticed. Not wanting to interrupt. Not wanting to hear something that might hurt.
A second voice answers. Sam. You recognise him from around the training ground. âNice?â
âYeah.â
A pause. Then Sam laughs. The sound carries through the doorway. âYou fancy them.â
Your stomach drops. Silence. You should leave, you know you should. Instead you remain rooted to the spot. Waiting. Every nerve in your body suddenly awake.
âWhat if I do?â
The words hit like a physical thing. For a second everything goes completely still.
Sam says something else, but you donât hear it.
The rushing in your ears is too loud. You move before either of them can emerge. Your face feels unbearably hot.
The rest of your shift passes in a blur. You make drinks, serve customers, smile automatically. Nothing feels real.
Jamie fancies you.
The sentence keeps repeating. Absurd and impossible. You spend all evening trying to poke holes in it. The possibilities pile up endlessly.
None of them help.
Monday arrives. Jamie appears at eight thirty-one.
You know because youâve spent the last minute staring at the door like an idiot. The second he walks in, panic explodes through you. He knows. He doesnât know. You know.
Which somehow feels worse.
Your smile wobbles. Jamieâs eyes narrow instantly. âThere it is again.â
âWhat?â
âThe weird.â
You nearly groan.
âThe weird? Please stop calling it that.â
âSo you admit it exists.â
You hate that heâs won. A little grin spreads across his face. âYouâve been avoiding me.â
âI havenât.â
âYou have.â
âI work here.â
âYouâve been avoiding me while working here.â
You open your mouth. Close it. Open it again. Nothing useful appears. The grin widens. God. You really do like him. A deeply unfortunate discovery.
âCoffee?â You ask desperately.
âPlease.â
The conversation ends there. Thankfully.
The rest of the day feels wrong. You catch yourself searching for him, wondering where he is. The uncertainty gnaws at you, and by closing time youâre exhausted.
You lock up, gather your things, and head toward the bus stop. Rain starts halfway there, because why wouldnât it? Cold droplets splatter across your jacket. You mutter several rude observations about British weather.
A car horn sounds, and you ignore it. It sounds again, and you turn. Jamie is leaning across the passenger seat of an expensive car that probably costs more than every possession youâve ever owned combined.
Your stomach immediately performs a backflip.
âGet in.â
You blink once. âNo.â
âItâs raining.â
âI can see that.â
âSo get in.â
You laugh. Actual disbelief. The expression on his face suggests he thinks this is the most straightforward conversation in human history.
âIâm not getting into a strangerâs car.â
âIâm not a stranger.â
âYou absolutely are.â
He looks offended. Genuinely offended. The sight nearly makes you smile.
âWeâve known each other for months.â
âI know your first name.â
âYou know loads more than that.â
âNot enough to get kidnapped.â
Jamie stares. You stare back. Rain continues pouring down. Finally he groans. âYouâre impossible.â
A strange flutter fills your chest. Warm. Familiar. Dangerous. âThanks.â
âThat wasnât a compliment.â
âStill counts.â
For a second he simply looks at you. Something softer settling behind his eyes. Less guarded. The expression catches you completely off guard.
Then he says quietly, âI wasnât joking, you know.â
Your breath catches. The rain suddenly feels very far away. âWhat?â
âI like talking to you.â
The simplicity of it nearly undoes you. Jamie glances away first, a tiny crack in his confidence.
You realise with sudden shock that he looks nervous. The discovery changes something. Makes him seem younger somehow, more real and more human. You smile before you can stop yourself.
A proper smile. The kind you cannot fake. His shoulders visibly relax. Like heâd been waiting for your reaction as if it mattered. The thought sends warmth flooding through your chest.
âYou like talking to me?â
His face immediately scrunches. âDonât make it weird.â
A laugh bursts out of you, bright and uncontrollable. The sound seems to pull one from him too. For a moment the world narrows, just you and him. Just rain and laughter and a feeling neither of you quite knows what to do with.
Then reality returns. Jamie clears his throat. âSo?â
âSo?â
âCan I give you a lift home now?â
You hesitate. Long enough to make him nervous again, and more than enough to make yourself nervous. Then slowly, despite every sensible thought in your head, you walk toward the car.
The smile that appears on Jamieâs face is so unexpectedly pleased that your heart immediately sinks, because this is getting worse. Much, much worse.
And for the first time, you arenât entirely sure you want to stop it.
The inside of Jamieâs car smells expensive. That is the first thing you notice. The second is that it is strangely tidy. You are not sure what you expected. Maybe footballs rolling around on the floor. Maybe empty bottles. Something. The spotless interior somehow feels more unsettling.
You fasten your seatbelt. Jamie pulls away from the curb. For a few seconds neither of you says anything. Rain taps softly against the windows. The city slides by outside. Your pulse feels unreasonably loud. This is ridiculous.
You have served this man coffee almost every weekday for months. You have argued with him about biscuits. You once spent ten minutes debating whether pigeons are evil.
None of that should make sitting beside him feel this significant.
Yet it does. The silence stretches, like both of you are trying to work out where the edges are.
Eventually Jamie glances across. âYou always this quiet?â
A laugh escapes. âYou mean compared to your usual experience of me while Iâm physically at work?â
âYeah.â
âThen no.â
Something relaxes in him. You see it in the way the corner of his mouth lifts. You find yourself smiling back before you can stop it.
Everything about this feels dangerous. The journey should be short. Instead traffic grinds everything to a halt. London is apparently deciding to conspire against your ability to behave normally.
You spend nearly forty minutes crawling through streets that should take fifteen, and by the end of it youâve somehow talked about everything.
Your terrible secondary school, his first football boots, his mum. The cat you desperately want but cannot afford. The fish he accidentally killed when he was ten. That one nearly makes you cry laughing.
âI was a child.â
âYou forgot to feed it.â
âI thought my mother was feeding it.â
âYou left it for two weeks.â
âI said I was a child.â
Every time you laugh, something bright appears in his expression. Something almost boyish. You are beginning to suspect Jamie likes making you happy as much as he likes seeing you laugh. The thought follows you right up until he pulls outside your flat.
Then reality crashes back in. The building looks exactly as it always does. Slightly worn. Slightly shabby. Home. You suddenly become acutely aware of every crack in the brickwork, every peeling corner of paint, and, in turn, every difference between your life and his.
Embarrassment creeps in unexpectedly. You know it is stupid, and yet it is there all the same.
Jamieâs eyes flick toward the building. Then back to you, no judgement. The relief almost annoys you.
âThanks for the lift.â
âNo worries.â
You reach for the handle, and then pause, something tugging painfully inside your chest. The feeling that if you leave now, whatever happened today might disappear. Become something easy to dismiss. A strange afternoon, nothing more.
Jamie seems to feel it too. Neither of you moves. The rain continues falling outside. Soft and steady.
Finally he speaks. âYou wanna get dinner sometime?â
Your breath catches. There it is. The thing that has been slowly approaching for weeks. The thing you have spent entirely too much time pretending not to notice. Fear arrives first, not excitement, not happiness. Fear, because suddenly it is real. All the reasons it will never work rush forward at once.
He is famous. You are not. He earns more in a week than you probably will in years. Your worlds barely touch. People like him do not date people like you. Not seriously. Not for long. Not in real life.
The hesitation lasts only a second. Long enough that Jamieâs expression changes immediately.
The brightness disappearing, his shoulders tightening. Something twists painfully in your chest because you become all too aware that he thinks youâre rejecting him.
The sight hurts far more than it should.
âYou donât have to.â His voice sounds careful now. Too careful. Like somebody trying not to sound disappointed.
Your heart sinks, because for all his confidence and arrogance and impossible ego, there is something unexpectedly vulnerable underneath.
Something youâve been catching glimpses of for months. You donât want to hurt him. You definitely donât want to be the reason that look appears on his face.
âItâs not that.â
He studies you. Waiting. Honesty arrives before you can stop it. âJamie, I donât really know why youâre asking me.â
His eyebrows pull together. âWhat?â
âYou could date basically anyone.â The words feel embarrassing the moment they leave your mouth. Too honest and revealing. You stare down at your hands. âI make coffee.â
âSo?â
You laugh softly. A sad sort of laugh.
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
His confusion appears genuine. That somehow makes everything worse. âYou know what it means.â
âNo, I donât.â
You finally look at him. The frustration in his expression catches you off guard. Real frustration.
âYou think I care where you work?â
You open your mouth, then close it again. Because yes, obviously he cares. Isnât that how the world works?
Jamieâs stare sharpens, like he can actually see the thoughts moving through your head. The possibility makes you want to crawl under the seat.
âI like you.â
The words land heavily between you. No room to misunderstand. Your pulse stumbles.
Jamie shakes his head slightly. Still looking frustrated. âI like talking to you.â
His voice softens. âI like seeing you.â
Another beat. âI look for you when I come in.â
Your chest hurts. Not painfully, just intensely. The way feelings sometimes do when they grow too large. Nobody has said something like that to you in a very long time. Not with that kind of certainty.
Jamie waits, for once not pushing.
You realise suddenly that he seems far more nervous than you do. The discovery settles something inside you, and makes everything feel less frightening. Less impossible. More real. A tiny smile slips onto your face.
The tension immediately leaves his shoulders. The reaction is so instant it nearly makes you laugh.
âThat wasnât a no.â His eyes narrow.
âIt wasnât.â
âSo is it a yes?â
You shake your head. Amusement bubbling despite yourself. âYou are unbelievably impatient.â
âYeah.â
At least heâs honest. The laugh that escapes you feels lighter than anything youâve felt all week. Maybe all month. Jamieâs smile grows, beautiful enough to make your stomach flip.
âOkay.â The word leaves your mouth quietly.
His entire face brightens. The transformation happens so quickly it steals the breath from your lungs. You suddenly understand why people forgive him so easily. When Jamie is happy, it feels a little bit like standing in sunlight.
The thought terrifies you.
âOkay?â
âYes, Jamie.â
A grin spreads across his face. Completely unstoppable. âNice.â
You laugh. âThere it is.â
âWhat?â
âThe ego.â
âItâs not ego.â
âIt absolutely is.â
âYouâre taking me on a date.â
You groan immediately. âThere he is.â
His laughter follows you out of the car. Warm enough that you find yourself smiling all the way to your front door.
The date happens four days later. You spend most of those four days convinced youâve lost your mind.
By Thursday evening youâre certain of it. The restaurant isnât particularly fancy, and you suspect that is deliberate.
Jamie arrives five minutes early, but you arrive seven minutes early. The sight of him waiting makes something flutter inside your chest.
The date itself is surprisingly easy. Conversation flows naturally. You laugh. He laughs. Nobody seems to care that heâs famous. For a few hours he is simply Jamie. Just a man making you laugh across a table.
Halfway through dessert you catch him looking at you. The softness in his expression nearly undoes you.
âWhat?â
His smile appears slowly. âI was right.â
A nervous warmth spreads through you. âAbout what?â
âAsking you out.â
Your eyes roll automatically. Something suspiciously fond settles in his expression. The sight catches you completely off guard. Then he reaches across the table, just enough for his fingers to brush yours.
Your heart feels painfully full, and you are very aware that the future remains uncertain. Maybe there will be problems, maybe there will be mistakes, and maybe the differences between your worlds will matter eventually.
But, tonight, they donât. Tonight there is only Jamie smiling at you. Only the warmth of his hand against yours. Only the strange wonderful certainty that somewhere along the way the arrogant footballer who annoyed you every morning became somebody important.
And judging by the way Jamie is looking at you now, as though he still cannot quite believe his luck, you suspect he feels exactly the same.
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im curious. I just randomly got this idea, what would happen if poly!ghostfaceâs S/O took them on a vacation. just out of nowhere, theyâre like âhey, we should go hawaii!â Like pure crackhead energy, spontaneous in other words lol đ
Combined these babies since they're similar. I had a blast with this, so it's a beefy one!
TW: Brief mentions of smut.
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poly!Ghostface on a Vacation to Hawaii with GN!Reader:
They knew something was up when you came bounding down the stairs and Risky Business sliding into the kitchen.
Billy was drinking a soda and reading a mystery novel at the island and Stu was raiding the pantry bc he was bored.
Sooo, it's summer. Neither of you decided to take classes this semester because of one reason or the other
And you bring up going to Hawaii! I mean, why not.
Stu is absolutely ecstatic and 1000% down. The one good thing about being dragged by his parents into business or socialite trips was how fun it is to travel.
Small town killer boy Loomis hasn't left Woodsboro much and has even been outside of California before. So he's down.
You can Billy offer to pay for yourselves, but Stu isn't having it bc that means he'd have to wait longer while you guys try and save up.
And he aint waiting lol.
So The Trip itself:
Airport portions, are hell. You find out that Billy is a total Karen when flying lmaoo.
"Pay extra for luggage? Are you fuckin' kidd- no Stu, don't hand them the money yet, Im gonna talk to them because this is ridiculous. We paid for this!"
Flight attendant telling Billy the box meal he wanted isn't available: "Then why did you hand me a menu that has it on the cover? No, whatever its fine, just get me the other one then."
Stu is surprisingly chill at airports. He's been to them a lot, so he knows their standards and procedures inside and out.
He usually rides business class with his parents. But you and Billy didnt want to spend a shit ton of money on the flight when it could be used on the trip itself. So Economy it is.
The plane ride is actually not that bad. You 3 p much just did your own things. Listening to music, sleeping, reading a book, playing your Gameboy etc.
When you arrive in Kona International is when the real fun begins.
Immediately, and Im talking as you get off, the airport staff greeting everyone was handing out leis. You guys put em on.
The hotel you go to is absolutely gorgeous. This is where you let yourself splurge. Stu payed the bulk of it, but you and Billy made sure to chip in a good chunk.
It's a resort, basically. Huge hotel, wit beautiful lobbies, marble flooring, different types of huge fountains and waterfalls, etc etc.
There's a shit ton of pools, gyms, tennis courts, golf areas etc. And you're RIGHT next to a gorgeous beach that you can look out from your room to see.
Speaking of your room, like the rest of the hotel, its absolutely gorgeous.
Google luxury hotel rooms in Hawaii and you get the picture.
Huge huge fluffy bed, and large glass shower with color changing lights, huge jacuzzi for a tub.
And yeah, the sex is going to be absolutely wild. You're going to have trouble getting them to leave the room lol.
So the first night, you guys just unpack and relax. It's super late at night when you arrive and you're tired from the flight. Youre planning on eating out at a ton of superb restaurants, but tonight you take the opportunity to check out how good the room service at the resort is.
You order some delicious Hawaiian fare, including desserts like pink Haupia cake and such.
After a quick nap after eating dinner, you guys would head down to the lobby and go to the Mai Tai bar for a few drinks. It's by a waterfall and it pretty empty, so you enjoy just hanging there, just drinking and talking for awhile
The you guys explore the hotel a little, scoping out the pool area and the tennis court and such before just heading back to the room.
You guys pass out then lol. Nothing raunchy happens bc jet lag and you're all just so tired.
During the vacation, you guys end up getting breakfast everyday at the hotel. Stu absolutely obsessed with the coconut syrup on waffles with pineapple preserves. Billy likes the spam musubi.
At Stu's insistence, the first thing you guys do is go to a beach with waves. Stu brought his surfboard and he is over the moon at a chance to surf in Hawaii.
You and Billy watch him catch some waves. You cheer him on, which hypes him up even more. Billy mostly just watches and smiles fondly, but he lets out a few whoops or two at some cool tricks or whip-outs.
You guys end up renting a jeep and just driving through the mountains and volcanoes on Highway 560. You put down the hood, and are in awe at the beauty of nature, and the way smaller towns are built up along the side of a mountain. The air is fresh and you guys put on some good music and laugh.
You end up at the top of a hill during sunset, and yes you all get emotional and make-out while listening to Oasis.
One of the days you end up just going around the malls of Hawaii. The food and farmers markets had you guys drooling.
Billy had his first taste of dragonfruit, and now he'll never go back.
You got stung by a jellyfish :(, Stu insisted on peeing on your leg bc he read somewhere that it helps. You and Billy don't believe him (bc its bullshit lol), but you're in so much pain you guys end up going to a beach's locker room and having stu pee on your leg in the shower while Billy kept watch lmaoo.
Spoiler alert, it didn't help.
You guys go to the Polynesian Cultural Center, where you learn a lot about the indigenous people of Hawaii and Polynesia in general.
They don't say it during the tour, but another visitor who's Polynesian herself mentions that she's upset at how they skim over how indigenous people were treated by "settlers" and you get a crash course in it from her.
You also find out the center is owned by a church and NOT natives, and get upset enough you guys decide to forego the $300 per person buffet and live show, bc you don't want to give them money.
Luckily for you, the girl, Kanoe, is from Tuvalu and she mentions that her parents own a restaurant that serves Polynesian cuisine. You decide to go eat there, to support indigenous businesses.
Of course Billy and Stu (especially Stu) wanted to go to the Nani Moon Meadery and Kona Brewing Co. in the evening for one of the nights. You decide whether to go with them or not, but if you end up staying behind, you get to take a relaxing evening to yourself doing or going to see whatever you want! It's nice, and you really got a moment to take everything in by yourself and they get a lil date with just them two!
This happens a few times, where one of you stays behind and the other two go in pairs.
You end up going with Billy alone to Mauna Kea to bike ride while Stu nursed a bad hangover. You both get to talk and laugh, and even have a race with each other (Billy won bc his legs are longer lol.) You two got curious about smoking week at such a high altitude, so you tried it and immediately regretted it once you both had a coughing fit. You laughed afterwards about it tho.
You and Stu go mountain tubing together when Billy needed a break from ppl bc his social battery ran out. It's so much fun! You guys got individual floaties and then later traded with another couple to have a connected floaty! There were stretches of river and then really fun dips you went down!
You guys go see some national parks where you get to see real molten rock and lava!
Of course wihtout question, you guys go see the Jurassic Tours where you get to see and walk around where it was filmed! You 3 binged the movies the night before the tour too to prepare!
It almost goes without saying, but you guys have sex in every surface of that hotel room. Shower, balcony, bed, floor, desk, etc. Everywhere.
And you guys ended up having a romantic and passionate romp in the jeep during that one sunset you guys watched.
You wanted to do more, like see the manta rays, check out Lahaina Town, go snorkeling, or go to tour the Kona Coffee Farm. But alas, your time was limited and there was just simply too much to do.
No worries though, you guys will undoubtedly come back in the future!
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hi guys i made a jeffrey mason character sheet! mix of canon and my own personal headcanons , so if ur curious about that then id say give it a read ! this was very fun to make and thank u to @milos-lil-corner for making and giving this template to me :D
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Just a very quick drawing of bo. Iâm not even a bo kinda girl but drawing this had me rethinking things a little ngl. I hope itâs clear what heâs doing đ
Warnings: 18+ content, unhealthy relationships, mentions of death, typical canon violence, threats, toxic behavior, manipulation, all characters in this work are portrayed as 18 or older
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Important: This analysis is my own and is not intended to dismiss others. Throughout the headcanon, I provide certain personality descriptions that attempt to be vague or broad enough to appeal to all types of readers. I apologize in advance if I haven't succeeded. Furthermore, you'll see that I've taken creative liberties with certain characters for the sake of the fantasy, because their established canon is rather dull. Finally, remember that fiction is fiction, and these dynamics should never be replicated in real life.
Characters: Michael Myers, Chucky, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Patrick Bateman, Jason Voorhees, Leatherface, Art The Clown, Jason Dean, Alex DeLarge, Kurt Kunkle, Brahms, Pennywise, William Schenk, Sweetly Slasher.
Michael Myers
He will ignore you to go kill. He won't follow your suggestions. In reality, he doesn't expect you to follow his either. As long as you don't interfere with his goal, he won't get in your way. The solitary moments youâd have would be charged with silence and knowing glances. In the event that the killing was good that day, he will listen to you ramble about whatever you want; I genuinely believe he would be particularly interested in mundane problems, because he doesn't consider himself a man capable of understanding them. Itâs amusing for him to see you complain about topics that aren't objectively relevant. Plus, he'll use it to better understand your way of being and grasp the logic behind your actions. By the time youâve been together a couple of months, he would know you perfectly, and you wouldn't have dug deep enough to understand him. regarding passion, I think he wouldn't be that interested in sex, however, there is an exception: he is a man who doesn't understand overflowing emotions; he can see them, predict them, and provoke them, but never feel them intensely under his skin. He doesn't empathetically understand anything you demonstrate or say to him. Everything he has felt is limited, repressed, and insufficient. Therefore, when you are crying inconsolably, full of rage, hate, passion, and lack of control, he will be tempted. Not tempted like a man who yearns to take care of you or use your emotion to have an orgasm. No, he will be tempted like a monster who wants to understand what you feel, how, and why you allow yourself such weakness. He approaches you with his slow walk and tilts his head, amused. At that moment, you have to know how to read the room. He isn't going to start anything; he isn't a common man you can bend by taking off your clothes. He is a beast that doesn't need to show its teeth. You, being cunning, will maintain your emotion as much as possible. In cases of sadness, rage, and anger, you take his wrist gently and guide his knuckles to caress your collarbone. The touch of skin brings him bloody memories. You discover that when you are upset, he is quicker to choke you than with other emotions. He has seen much pain and hopelessness in his victims; so rage is a new emotion, it gives him chills that you face him knowing he can kill you. It forces him to push you onto the sofa. He chokes you harder. He turns you over, you rest your forehead on the old plush fabric, and he takes you from behind without stopping hurting you. He believes that if he sticks to your body, perhaps he can feel a part of what is happening to you. Maybe if he is an ordinary human for a moment, he can be even more ruthless and even quicker at reading his victims' defense mechanisms. He wants to stick to your emotion, make it his for a few seconds, and detach from it when he can't take anymore. Once he finishes with you, he will turn you over again. He will look at you from his mask and leave a knife in your lap. He is violence and calculated coldness: he doesn't know how and doesn't want to take care of you. In case you are upset, you can always try to kill him. You, generally, give up and close your eyes. You leave the knife aside. He catches your signal, pockets the knife, and goes out for the night.
Chucky
We see his entire relationship dynamic with Tiffany. However, Iâll do it anyway. Chucky needs to have you under control; he won't like it much if you have opinions contrary to his. That doesn't mean he'll leave you. Heâll like you, but the argument will be strong if you cross the line. He is attracted to the fact that you are crazy about him. He is going to manipulate you to fit his ideal: be ruthless with everyone, but obedient to him. Conversations will be superficial unless he wants to manipulate you with something specific. He won't take deep topics into account. The ideal is: kill and be obedient to him, but sharp enough not to bore him. (You don't have to be a genius, just amuse him, and believe me, it isn't that difficult). In case he gets too attached, he will listen to some things you say, but he won't be conciliatory and will solve everything with violence, sarcasm, or evasion. In moments of lucidity, he might unconsciously make a comment that helps you, but it won't be on purpose. On the other hand; cooking for him, cleaning up his messes, and being loyal to his plans is something he will appreciate. He will have tender moments where he recognizes that you vibe with his chaos. Even so, I think he would enjoy sleeping with more people. It is difficult to know if he could decline those impulses for you; the balance toward the logical side would tip toward the fatal and selfish side. I think it would be logical that he never stops doing it considering the archetype his character is based on and the cynicism he shows in canon. Therefore, I think it would happen in two ways: The first, and more compatible with canon, is that you forbid it strictly, and he decides what to do based on the quality of the relationship you are having. That is, if he feels bonded with you, if he believes you are in the honeymoon phase: you are understanding with him, loyal, and aggressive with his enemies, he won't cheat on you. Seriously, he won't. Conversely, if things are bad⊠I'm afraid to say he would. This will exhaust the relationship and in the end, youâll end up fighting to the death, literally. Then you would get back together and so on. Very canonical. The second scenario, which is less compatible with canon but not less probable, is that he becomes insanely obsessed with you. For that, you must not be his equal. Tiffany is his broken mirror; they both hurt each other, fight, and return. She is his perfect ideal. However, if you have guts for violence, but they are repressed by morality or whatever, and he sees that you want him to show you what he is capable of... then we are talking about real obsession. Not because he wants to corrupt you, but because he wants to be your perfect teacher. He wants to fuck you while you ask him how you could make a good cut. He doesn't process that well; he would feel tied to you without wanting to. In that case, you could maintain his fidelity a little longer, but the possibility wouldn't be zero. In the event that along the way you learn his weaknesses and plant the seed of obsession so that he always considers you, you will always be his main one. Good luck. (It's not really a prize, ugh).
Billy Loomis
Billy Loomis in my portrayals is over 21. That said. Let's start. I consider that he would be very possessive, but not the typical possessiveness of these characters; rather, he has a genuine problem with the topic of cheating and abandonment. These two traumas will be triggers for him; I can't even say it would be fun, I think you could genuinely have a bad time. It isn't an attack of jealousy that you can stop with a fierce kiss and rough sex against the wall. The man will truly believe that you go out to cheat on him. And the worst part is that if he has the slightest suspicion that you are being disloyal to him, he will treat you like trash, as if you were worth nothing. He will go cold because he thinks his girl has to have firm boundaries, that she shouldn't even think about other men (boring lol). Later he will discover that you did go to study with your friend and he will caress your cheek with calculated sweetness. He swears that you believe him and are in his net. The best way to reach him, in my opinion, is to make him feel that you are that âdifferentâ girl (boring again lol) who is only for him and who truly understands him. The one who follows his revenge plans and validates them. The one capable of remaining loyal to him, firm before other men, and blindly justifying his plans. He sees people as his objects, so it won't be different. He will use you and try to manipulate you. I doubt he will ever stop doing it; it's simply in his nature to feel he has control. If he loses it, he becomes erratic. He won't like feeling that you are smarter than him, but not out of sexism or insecurity like Chucky, but because deep down he doesn't want to be dismantled. He needs to validate his ego by feeling he can fake it and deceive your perception. When you discover him, he feels empty, gets violent, and later regrets having been harsh. But not for the reason you think... he doesn't like dominating you with force because he will feel he isn't smart and capable enough to keep you under rules. He will love that you are crazy about him, not so much for his beauty, but for the darkness he brings out every time he is furious. He thinks that if you accept him at his worst, you will never leave. But that isn't something cute; actually, his abandonment issues will dominate his actions, and he will never let that void in his chest be left without a place again. You will fill that void by force, and the worst part is that he won't even realize how much you complete him. When he takes a break from his revenge, he will see that he doesn't let you go out at night, he pushed you away from his friends, your family is disappointed in you, and he will see that you start trembling every time he leaves angry. He will realize he has you in a jail because he himself didn't know how to control his own holes. He will get angry with you, because he won't tolerate you throwing his weakness in his face. If you do, he will laugh at you and say that actually, he had no motive to put you in that position, that like classic slashers, he didn't have a real motive. He will say it with a cynical smile that you will know how to decipher: you know that deep down he wants to leave because he already admitted he had shown too much. But you know he won't leave, because leaving means proving you right and admitting his sick attachment to you. You will look at each other without speaking. But don't you dare for a second romanticize his actions. He doesn't like looking weak.
Stu Macher
Stu Macher in my portrayals is over 21. That said. Let's begin. Oh, this man is a follower. He is less dumb than he seems. And he has great pride and a desire for validation. First, I think the relationship would be quite superficial at the beginning. Parties, alcohol, and laughs. Nothing more. If you talk shit of any kind to him, he won't listen, he will maintain his facade of a simple, theatrical, and charismatic man. I'll be honest, I think at the beginning he would think about hurting you when you bore him. It isn't difficult for him to have girlfriends; the difficult part is that he wants to keep them. Stu is so superficial that he doesn't really look at the quality of his interactions, because his focus is simply on recognition and validation. You could get in that way, but this wouldn't save him and wouldn't make him good to you. In his broken psyche, you would occupy an annoying and necessary place. Annoying because he can't allow you to discover his facade, and necessary because deep down he wants you to. It is a love-hate relationship. He will be silly 90% of the time; the other 10% will be him looking at you with a smile, challenging you with his gaze to say something that destabilizes him. There are two options: Either you are idealistic like me and look for a part of his history in him that could make you understand why he has that personality and is so evasive. Or you are too brave and tell him he is just a whimsical man who thinks other people's lives are exchanges for his own ego and that his context and slasher aesthetic is absolutely pathetic and unoriginal. In both cases, he breaks a little. In the first option, he laughs at you, says you are too naive and that life was never about a motive. In this scenario, he keeps you as the girl who believes in him and whom he wants to disappoint. In the second scenario, he would hate you. But not because he cares about your justification for his motive, but because you would tell him his version of a slasher is pathetic. He doesn't care about your personal opinion of him; he wants to know your opinion of him as a figure. As the new slasher figure, as the figure of the toxic man in your life, and as the figure of the charismatic man who goes unnoticed before his cunning plans. I think Stu Macher is a dangerous choice, because part of his way of being lies in being a terribly proud man, who hides a desire to be admired (however twisted his ways are) and doesn't seem to want to show genuine empathy towards others, even in daily moments. He isn't like Billy who would understand why you get upset and would try to evade it to not accept he was wrong. Stu Macher could know what happened to you, but he would want you to focus on validating his theatrical murder method and those lines he says to you as if a camera were recording him the whole time. I think over time he could get used to your presence, whether you are idealistic or cruel, and not just because you are the partner of these characters in these headcanons; but if you can challenge him by being too innocent or too realistic, he will set himself the challenge of proving you wrong or teaching you that you cannot face him. In both cases, he will be playful; in both cases, he will say things to your face that will destabilize you. He will say later that he didn't realize why he was so mean. But you are sure that while he tells you, his eyes shine with a perverse intensity.
I suppose we will always be behind Will Graham. There are two options I see here: You genuinely understand the man he hides and lets no one see, or he becomes obsessed with bringing out your dark side. I am not smart enough to unravel this man, so I will focus on the second. I think his biggest project is Will Graham, so as I said, you would be in second place but not ignored for that reason. He likes contrasts: the one who pretends to be good, but isn't really. Nuances. Seriously. I say it again, give this man nuances and he will connect with you. Nothing black and white, give him a minimal nuance and he will drag you to his dark side. Here I will include the sexual aspect, because I am a degenerate. No, wait. I include it because sex is going to be an extension of what he is analyzing in you. If he discovers you like sex, he will do it well. The man knows how to make you feel good. He knows that good sex binds in some way; that way you wouldn't be able to see his manipulations. Or better yet, you would overlook them because you would want him to touch you. That for him is mundane; it is a slip he allows himself to be able to corrupt you. What he would like most is for you to try to analyze topics with him; he will read books with you and ask your opinion. It will be a constant mental stimulus. He will enjoy you justifying good analyses; if you can't or think you can't do it, he won't get bored if he already has you too entangled, he will just give you subtle directives so you can say something, whatever it is. He doesn't plan to dominate your mind and your opinions; he wants that despite them, you become corrupted and choose him. So he isn't going to look at you badly if you don't think like him on generic topics. He will get annoyed if you limit your opinion out of insecurity. He is going to work with that. He is going to take you everywhere; he will enjoy going to museums, the opera, art galleries. Talking about books, about history. If you enjoy that, it will be pure gold. If not, he will feel disappointed, but will accept you if you listen to him speak or try to pry into his world for him. He would start little by little to put you in complicated situations. Little by little he would test your level of darkness. At first, you would discuss ancient history; he would show you ambiguous and gray points of view. If you already have them, he will feel fascinated that you can see different points of view. He would prepare you so that you could understand his vision of the world and be able to justify it, and with much luck, share his darkness. He would give you soft and hard touches, depending on your mood, and would whisper dark things in your ear. He asked you how the things he said made you feel. You never answered anything negative. You would never dare to tell him no. If you have doubts and are disoriented, you are literally walking into the wolf's mouth. He will know what to say to you, he will show you ways with which you can have him (but he would still have control, because it is a way to realize when you are so desperate for him that you would be capable of doing anything for him to be yours again). Temptation, desire, and tension would be what binds you mutually.
Vincent Sinclair
For the Sinclairs, you would be Vincent's whim. For him, his most perfect muse. Attracting him wouldn't be easy; you would have to make him feel that you aren't using him so they don't kill you. Past that barrier, you would be a gift from Bo to Vincent (he does it to manipulate him). He would accept you and educate you. He values family and that would be the first thing. He will teach you to be obedient and not question them for a moment. He will feel uncomfortable if you opine too much, not because he doesn't tolerate you speaking, but you have to be clear that you are not from his world, you don't understand his goal and why he does things. You are just the muse that Bo decided to give him as a reward for his obedience. You will be with him all the time, eat there, and that will be your home. He will value silence. He will teach you the punishments for going against his will and will keep you there. Watching him work. Actually, I think here you run the risk of getting bored. He would treat you like another of his wax figures: beautiful, on display, and low maintenance. Also, I think he would take a long time to take you physically, not because he doesn't desire you, but because it will be hard for him to switch the switch from âLook and don't touchâ to âmuse I have the right to break.â You will be feeling like a piece of furniture by his side for a few months, until he gently caresses your cheek. He will hover over you and you will let him. You will be totally at his mercy to refuse; in those months, Bo has humiliated you by shouting and told you how it is possible that you still haven't been able to get into his brother's bed, that that is supposed to be your only and true utility. With all that shit going around in your head, you will have already internalized that that is, in fact, your utility. So you will let him and enjoy it. When Vincent takes you, Bo will yell at you less. So you will want Vincent to fuck you more. That will be your point of no return. It is probable that you start wanting to look prettier for him, although he really doesn't care, since you will believe he values your beauty when the reality is he values your presence. Even so, it could be a passionate relationship with many silences. Bo will be calm as long as you relax Vincent. He knows that the pressure he exerts on him could make him harbor regrets, so a willing body could be the best balm for his existence. It will be passionate, sometimes slow, sometimes crude. But you will be his lover. He won't know how to treat you softly; he doesn't know, he simply doesn't have the habit. And I doubt very much he will ever have it, even if you are soft, he won't be able to copy you. He will be rough. Always. He won't defend you from Bo; he can't. He can't even defend himself from Bo, let alone you. The only thing he will do is take you slowly. When Bo yells at you or grabs you tightly, Vincent won't give you more stress; he will lower his own crudeness so as not to break you. I think you could cry on his shoulder if you are too affected, but it would have to be silent because he doesn't want to feel guilty for you. And he doesn't want Bo to come in to bother again. It is probable that you have an orgasm amidst tears and he collapses on top of you. He won't hug you; it isn't in his nature. He will go back to doing his thing. The only thing you could do is sit on the floor at his feet while he does his work. If you are quiet, give small phrases, or speak softly, he will be fine. It will be hard for him to punish you for imprudence every time he uses your body more and more, but he rewards it with feigned coldness.
Jason
Eh, complicated. Difficult. I tried to make personality descriptions vague and easy to copy or mimic in previous descriptions because I don't like readers feeling displaced. But here I am going to skip that personal code simply because we see in canon what it is that he detests: uncontrolled and sexually open youth. You would have to be the opposite of that (I don't fit even as a joke, I am openly dirty). If you are different, he could save you if you were running from someone. You would be scared and he would look at you unperturbed through his mask. If you were alone, he would take you with him. In his cabin, you would be a prisoner. And I think this would be more boring than Vincent, but more functional for your safety, because unlike our previous slasher, Jason would protect you from everything and everyone. You would be completely under his protection in every sense. I doubt he would be violent if he considered you fragile. He isn't going to limit his violence in front of you; he will kill people like it's nothing and you will have to accept it. He won't be sadistic, but he will be distant. He isn't going to get too close to you; you will be like a weak person he needs to protect so as not to contaminate with the world. To be honest, he wouldn't have sex; that would go against all his trauma. It wouldn't make sense. But since I love terribly perverse compatible canon, here I am going to give you an option I see plausible, but high risk for you. Imagine you are functional: you do his things, ensure everything is in order, you are silent and don't pressure him much. He could start feeling contradictory sensations in his body that would put him in a state of intense guilt. He would leave more often, ignore you, and kill more. He would be like that for a few months, thinking he must release you for being the source of his breakdown. He couldn't do it for the simple fact that you aren't like the others and objectively haven't done anything wrong. I think he could repress himself forever and leave it at that, but if you clean his blood on a bad day, that would break him little by little. He would take you with guilt and feel dirty. It would be terrible. The day he takes you, will be the day he finds out that you are like those he despises and not only that, you turned him into the same thing he hated. That means you are worse than the others. Definitely, this scenario is dark. If perhaps we were very strict with canon, the answer would be obvious. But how boring to give it, honestly. I prefer to do something that could be compatible with these types of love-hate dynamics and that incidentally, satisfies the fanfic need of my readers. Double win. I think he could take you in moments where he feels dirty. He would hate you and desire you at his worst moment. In good moments he would leave and ignore you. You would have a man who would protect you because he doesn't let anyone enter his territory, but you wouldn't have affection or respect. The fact of breaking with his carnal desire would put you in a bad position. If he never crossed that line with you, it would be a silent and protective relationship. If he crosses it, it would be a love-hate relationship where he uses you in his dirtiest moments. I'll stick with the second one. Let's move on to the next.
Leatherface
Similar to Vincent, but with nuances. Winning over his family lies in a strategy based on the genuine understanding of their dynamic. If you do it and he likes you, you could consider yourself welcome. But you will never be family; you could be there for years and they will treat you as if you were part of it. But you wouldn't really be; for that, you must have their blood. At the beginning, they would see you as a whim that is going to last a short time; if you last a long time, you will be more than a whim, but you won't be treated like his woman either. You will have to do the housework, dress modestly, and be more loyal than you have ever been. They won't hesitate to sacrifice you if you betray them or cause problems. It doesn't matter how long you've been with him or how obsessed he is with you. They will displace you if you are being a nuisance to them. The difference with Vincent is that the latter would educate you to avoid problems with Bo and keep you safe. Leatherface won't do it; he will let you try to insert yourself. With that difficulty in the middle, I think you could make quite a few mistakes at the beginning and especially if you don't have much experience entering complicated families. He will observe everything from a distance and feel very stressed if you fail, but he won't do anything to prevent it. He thinks that if you are the one, you will do well or they will accept you. In the dark case that they don't accept you, they could complete the work. Leatherface could enter a deep sadness that he will channel with rage, but he would have to accept it grudgingly. His family would have decided and he would be convinced by force and with much pain that it would be the best option. In the case that they accept you, you would practically have to tolerate sexist comments or ones that limit your freedom. Everyone from the outside would be your enemies and you wouldn't have much firmness of your own to emotionally distance yourself from those vengeful ties. And even if you had it, you would have to fake it very well. With him, you will be in the same room. With him, the situation doesn't improve either. You would have to be very careful and maternal, because he could lose control. It doesn't help you if he gets more dysregulated; you are supposed to continue encouraging his obedience to his family. And incidentally, you should make him happy as much as possible. It is different than with Vincent because in that scenario you just have to shut up and not be a nuisance; here you must actively participate in calming him down and making him more functional. So your utility will be evaluated with a critical eye; besides them, you should watch your reputation in front of them, not do anything that could make them think negatively of you or disappoint them. Doing housework is also an obligation. Your life would be fully utilitarian with the joy that Leatherface is the only one fascinated by you beyond what you do for him. You could have the consolation that he would crumble if they get rid of you and could put the family at risk, although later he was forced to continue the path they have set for him. It is a dark scenario, but if you would like to take care of him, I think it is the only thing I can give you. If it serves as consolation, Art The Clown's is much worse.
Art The Clown
From here on we start with my favorites. This man is chaotic; I like him so much that I can't write saner things about him. Let's start. It doesn't matter who the hell you are, what you are like, or what things you think about when you go to sleep. There is one thing that would attract him: that you were a damn dirty person who wants to corrupt herself a little with a half-demonic clown. You have to be a pervert, so much so that he can value your life more than your death. The dirtier it is, the better for you. You don't even have to show it; if you are modest, he will like it more, I won't deny it. Look, I know his personality isn't portrayed as sexual at all. But give me credit. The guy likes bodily fluids, is terribly morbid, and enjoys (obviously) sadism, both physical and mental. Everyone is disgusted by him; imagine that a person, instead of running and getting scared, looks at him with a face of âI want him to fuck me.â He will like it because he wants to break that idea; he wants to show you that he is the worst choice of your life and that you are stupid. The best part is that you won't want to save him; you only want him to use you as a sex toy. He can give you that. It will be fun, seriously (for him). First, he will limit the times you speak. Seriously, he doesn't speak... Why would he want you to speak? He doesn't give a damn if you cry, if you are serious, or if you hate him. The only thing he might like is for you to laugh. Nothing else. And if you laugh in a moment of frustration, he will shut you up with a look. That is the first warning; there is no second. You obey immediately. Okay, your relationship boils down to him fucking you so hard (believe me it wouldn't always be pleasant for you) that he would genuinely wonder why he never came inside someone before, while destroying her physically. He would find it a wonder. He would kill people and you would follow him. He would force you to talk to people so that later he appears from behind and murders them. When he is upset about something, he would move you by grabbing your hair and throw you to the floor. There are two options: either he leaves you there and goes, or you break a little and cry. If it's the second, you are in luck (if you like these things; if not, I'm sorry) because he will use your body to come. He is a fanatic of bodily fluids, so imagine swallowing his semen or some similar nonsense (I won't write that, what the hell HAHAHAHA, but you know what I refer to). Anyway, your body would be full of marks, cuts, and scratches. You couldn't deny that you would get a taste for it when he throws you face down on the used mattress, pulls down your pants, and mounts you. Sex for him is more than a physical discharge; it is a show of power and submission on your part. At that point, you would know that he was the worst one you could have set your sights on to discharge your dirtiness. He would use you in his victims' houses; your moans of pleasure and pain would be disturbing to others. You would have smeared makeup, messy hair, and an overstimulated body. People wouldn't be able to know how you like someone like him, but when you come on his cock, he would kill them. Then he would finish inside your mouth. He would grab you by the arm with force and drag you elsewhere. If you want to get married (HAHAHA), he will do it. Just imagine it, you enter a wedding, he kills the bride and groom, performs a theatrical wedding with you where he takes off your clothes and humiliates you to scare the victims who are nailed to their seats in shock, and then starts another of his typical killings all over the place. He would have sex with you on top of the papers they would dirty with their fluids and carry you over his shoulder. (By the way, he wouldn't marry you, he is playing cruelly).
Alex DeLarge
Alex DeLarge in my portrayals is over 21. This bastard has no fucking limits. Listen, if we assume he remains the same as an adult and didn't change at all, it would be dark. If we assume he changed, it would be better but perhaps too boring. Alex DeLarge is a character of extremes: He is bad or he is good. There are no nuances. In the first scenario, he would continue to be a man who seeks constant stimuli and isn't afraid to break social norms, and who could never in life empathize with you as you would want. The relationship would be utilitarian, similar to the one he has with his droogs where you couldn't escape his control, unless he gets bored of you and discards you. He isn't that fun of a guy; let me explain, he isn't one of those who are toxic, possessive, and short-fused who scream at you and fold if you tell them you love them (that is Jason Dean). He is a guy whose mood swings you would have to read very well. He wouldn't like you playing with his ego, but he would like you to challenge him, as long as it is on his terms. Actually, he could enjoy passivity, as long as you are passionate and always willing. The relationship with him would always have to be based on what he wants that day. You would have to endure if he doesn't tolerate you, if he tolerates you, if he desires you, if he doesn't desire you. Sometimes he doesn't even have a problem; he just wants to be a bastard because he likes having control. I see him inviting you to nights of ultraviolence with the droogs of the shift he would have at that moment. He is fun when he is violent; he would mark you and tell the others that they will never have a devotchka as delicious as you. You would feel in the clouds, desired by all and never touched. He is a strategic bastard; he will be very accommodating on nights of ultraviolence because he wants you to come back and get involved in his world. The relationship would be one of extremes: one day he loves you, one day he doesn't. He would keep you interested because you couldn't handle the uncertainty and we cannot escape that sensation. That is why he would have you tied. He would talk to you about his sophisticated shit and according to him, that would be the best proof that he really loves you. Anyway. Don't believe him so much. Now, second scenario. He does so much ultraviolence with you every night, that he gets bored and no longer finds meaning in it. Damn. It's hard. There is an existential void that must be answered; perhaps change and normal life are the best option. Upon not finding meaning in it, he must see if he finds meaning in the other option. He will do it with you if you stay with him; you will have seen the worst of him and changing you would be boring, he would have to meet someone else and honestly, he already has you trapped. At this moment, you would see him turned off. You would know that he didn't stop making you suffer because he took pity on you, but because it no longer provokes pleasure to see you cry. It isn't a redemption. You would think he is depressed or something. If we speak strictly, Alex is antisocial; there will come a moment when he probably no longer brings out those behaviors (there is a possibility, but generally not anymore and Alex's questioning goes more in that direction). In that sense, he would learn from you and understand things he didn't understand before. It would be a fully studied empathy and understanding; at first, it would feel fake, as if he were âconfiguring himself.â In the end, it will be functional; he could adapt and have a quite decent relationship with you. But watch out, it would be very boring and you would be used to the high and low of the toxic relationship. Poor Alex, perhaps it is his time to be abandoned.
Jason Dean
Jason Dean in my portrayals is over 21. Naturally then, we would have to assume that he is alive and his relationship with Veronica already happened. I will throw you a necessary candy (to you and to myself) that you need: he will never be unfaithful to you. Seriously, don't think about âbuts,â because there aren't any. He is too obsessive to look at another woman. He is too obsessive to leave you too. Most likely, you will never have freedom. Murdering people together is something that, if you want to be with him, you must do. I also see another scenario, though, that he is so obsessed with you that he could accept you not killing, but you cannot limit his actions; he will do it even if you don't want to. He will never be good. If he becomes obsessed with you, he will try not to replicate his past mistakes because he doesn't want it to end the same way. But you have to be loyal and promise him that you are never going to leave him. He also has abandonment trauma, but unlike Billy, JD is more like the typical representations of a toxic, dangerous, jealous, and damaged man that we like so much (with the constant option of death if you leave him, of course). Don't misunderstand me, he wouldn't be a good boyfriend, because he would be controlling, jealous, possessive, and limiting. You would have to go out with him and only with him; he is going to control your life completely and isolate you from others with the excuse that you two are different from the rest. With him, on the other hand, you could talk about his traumas. He would tell you them. You would have interesting conversations. If we remove the toxic side of his personality, he is very intelligent and knows many things. He will like that you are surprised by everything he knows and will enjoy if you investigate things to tell him. He will feel seen. He enjoys ambiguous morality and hatred of the system. So you will talk a lot about that. If you don't accompany him, you will have to accompany him in some way to his chaotic and self-destructive side. You will probably get into dive bars, put yourselves at risk gratuitously, and could have many problems with the police for speeding. He looks quite harmless, but he isn't. Imagine you return from work or studying, and he is waiting for you to destroy himself a little with you and you would have to give up your dream for him. It would be a passionate, addictive, symbiotic, terribly toxic, and highly dangerous relationship. You would have to watch out that his void doesn't seduce you too. You will fight for emotional control all the time; you will try to challenge him so he sees parts of his personality and he will do the same. He wants you to see your darkness. You will remain in constant intrigue, but that will amuse you. He will also make you keep up with him; he isn't one of those who leaves because you are boring, he is going to train you. It isn't something good or bad; he is obsessive and cannot lose, he has to win. And this time he swore to himself that they would never leave him again.
Kurt Kunkle
This bastard. He is so basic that I love it. He wants to have many followers. Fulfill the dream for him or get at his feet. There is no middle ground. If you fulfill the dream for him and are an expert in social media (clearly I am not in this category HAHAHAHA), he will be your devotee. He will do what you tell him, seriously. He will be a consensual slave. Even if you manage to get him many followers, later you could manipulate him saying that without you he will never achieve more or that he can lose them all. And you will have him again. What a good dynamic, my god. You will have someone who will fulfill all your dirty desires for a couple of followers. Tell him to kill someone, to fuck you this way, to apologize to you if you don't leave him and he will be a failure like he was before meeting you. The next thing will be that you validate them and when he disappoints you and does something you don't like, you take it away abruptly and see how he breaks and tries to get violent against you. The truth is he won't be able to handle you; you serve him and validate him, he won't do anything to you, he will feel frustrated and weak. That is when you enter and make him feel that he was wrong, that you hate doing this to him, but that he makes you this way with his reckless actions. He will catch on that you are a toxic demanding person, but he won't be able to stop you because he is addicted to you. In cases where this happens, the person who uses the other to get followers leaves with another more famous person when they want to get more followers. And in this case, that is a real risk when you stop serving him. But, you would have his mind totally dominated for you. He will go with another person and when he gets many more followers, you will tell him to record a sexual video with you and upload it and let people see it. His morbid fans will love it and ask for more and more. And he will never be able to leave you. You are a lucky one. In the other scenario are the rest of us mortals, those who don't know shit about social media and get canceled every 2 minutes (not true, but it made me laugh a lot HAHAHAHA). Here you know it, the balance tips to his side. You will approach and tell him you are his biggest fan. He will feel validated. You will tell him you would do anything to fulfill his dream. That said, you would have to tell him before he is killing people. Well, the idea so he doesn't discard you and his fans like you is that you play a very humiliating role where you are practically his submissive. The fans will like seeing you humiliate yourself and won't ask him to hurt you. Most likely if you don't appear they will ask where you are (for the wrong reasons, you know it). Unlikely that they ask him to take you out, because you will strive to give a good show. About Kurt, he would be fascinated. His mood depends on what his followers think. When you are off camera, he will talk to you about other videos you have to do. If you validate his ego, he will love it. He won't tell you, but he will treat you harder in the next video. There you will see that it had an effect.
Brahms Heelshire
Evidently, I speak of his adult man version. This is my second favorite; he is so damn toxic. Whatever you are, he is painfully needy. If you are tough and can control him, you will have passed the first phase, but he will eventually drive you crazy; he is a damn rebel who breaks his precious rules when he wants and then gets angry when you do. You would be hysterical with a giant man who doesn't know how to behave for his own good. I can see you pushing him out of rage (and him not moving) and him answering by grabbing your arm and pushing you against the wall. It wouldn't be physical violence, but it would be rough. He is very strong and has difficulty regulating his emotions. It is clear that he won't let you go out and your relationship will be you, him, and his mansion. You will read his scholarly books, do the housework, and keep him in line. He will turn off quite quickly if you try to follow the norms (even if he breaks them). He will have to see your sweet and protective side quite soon. That side that caresses his cheek and accepts him for who he is. It would be exhausting; he wouldn't give you a rest for a single day. You would be protected and cared for, in a cage where you will have everything you need. In exchange for your freedom. It goes without saying that you cannot bring anyone to the house and he will be very toxic and possessive. It isn't fun; he will be jealous of his own shadow. You will go crazy. Once he passes the physical limit, he immobilizes you against the wall or the bed and will ask for explanations. He feels entitled to do whatever he wants to you; you are in his house and live for him. It doesn't matter that you are firm and manage to calm him, he will never see you as an equal. He sees people as possessions and doesn't understand social norms or what should be done very well. Let's say you aren't firm and don't manage, at least once, to dominate him. Oh, shit, you are in trouble. He will register in his mind that you are weak and it is unlikely he will think differently of you. You will follow the fucking rules, fine. But he will arrange more rules. He will use more physical dominance that will silence you. He will get hard; he won't hit you, but he won't be gentle. You will spend most of the time being scrutinized by him. He will ask you things while you are in the kitchen, in your bed, or even in the bathroom. In this scenario, he will feel like your owner and that guarantees your belonging forever. In the first scenario, you won't be his equal, but he won't be your owner either. You are in a middle ground that will make it difficult for him to categorize, which will increase the constant challenge between the two. The second scenario guarantees complete annulment. You could be really good at calming him and validating him. He will live for it; it is the only scenario where you won't suffer from his possessiveness. He, in both scenarios, will demand things from you. In the first, you will deny him and sometimes he will listen to you and others not. In the second, you will indulge him, because you didn't earn his respect from the beginning. You will never have it now. But he will get very attached to you.
Sweetly Slasher
I speak of the adult version, where he is a fucked up slasher with incel pretensions (I love him. I love this bastard). He is a rejected and ignored man. The most logical thing is to say that if you validate his ego, he will be attracted. I don't believe that in this case. He is a physics genius, he is intelligent, and he has repressed every type of feeling of weakness. That is, he is never going to admit he feels and is still weak. He has intellectual superiority. I think this slasher would have a love-hate bond, because romantic rejection was the trigger for his breakdown from being bullied. It is unlikely he has many moments where he gives you to understand that he needs you. For him, you will always be a woman who could leave him and use him. That said, he won't believe in words of love and in your softness. No. He, whatever you are like, is going to hate and desire you. He hates you because your love isn't real. He hates you because you are like the Quinn of the past: the boy who let himself be trampled for a little recognition. He is going to project all his unresolved shit onto you. He won't hit you, but he will corner you against the wall, squeeze your wrists, and threaten you in whispers, with a cold and calculated voice. That will happen a lot. He won't tolerate you much; he will say you are stupid. At the same time, he will sleep with you because that sadistic part that emerged with his breakdown loves that you desire him even though he is a bastard. You could start treating yourself like you're stupid for the sake of the game, since he will get incredibly excited when you are and will do what you tell him in his ear when he rams you against the bed (consciously, it is impossible to manipulate him). He gets the shit off his body with you. He knows that you would have also rejected him, that you only love him because he is broken. He won't let you fix him. He doesn't like it much when you talk nonsense. But he will respect it if you ask him about physics. That is an important factor in his personality. He won't fall for that like an idiot in love. But being in his lap while you ask him how the hell the time machine works while he restrains himself from fucking you, to be able to answer your dumb questions that validate his ego, seems like a plausible dynamic to me. He would have you to punish himself and as a trophy. You are going to punish yourself because he sees the old Quinn in you and wants to punish him through you. Parallelly, you will be the proof that his void is true: those who rejected him are to blame for not having seen him. The fault wasn't his. You are the proof; he could treat you badly and you would continue moaning his name against the pillow. You are the proof that his revenge has meaning. He wouldn't have you addicted like others; actually, you could detest him sometimes because he isn't subtle about insulting you for his intelligence. He doesn't care. He will let you be in his lap while he analyzes the time machine. He will tell you that weaklings like you understand nothing. Neither his pain nor his void. That you stay quiet while he works. In a sadistic and masochistic moment, you could pull his hair and kiss him after he says it. If he has finished his work for the day, he will follow the kiss with rage and pull your hair without controlling his strength. He will throw you to the floor with a shove and fuck you while covering your mouth. As if he hated you. That he comes inside you is an act of love (HAHAHAHA, how fucked up I am, my god).
William Schenk
More functional than others. He will leave you alone both for work and for his plans. He is one of those boyfriends who are always busy and leave little time for you. Every mastermind has an assistant; you could be it and in that case, you would see him in his worst version which would improve your relationship, because you would be equally fucked up. In the case that you aren't his assistant, he would still put you in his shit, but you wouldn't be so involved. Although you would still be an accomplice by cover-up and simple jobs. So you don't save yourself from that. He is very smart, but you can never reach him. In other areas, he could be quite functional. He is the profile of a man who hides things and has many dark sides that you won't be able to fully understand, but who, in fact, has the capacity to attach himself to you. Now he would never be someone normal; he is a criminal and revenge drains his life. I mean he isn't going to hit you or do anything to you if you don't betray him. Manipulate you, yes he could do it; he will do it softly, caressing your leg and your cheek. He likes to treat you as if you were fragile. He knows that you understand him, whatever he does. That is why he needs to keep you with him by his side. In secret, he likes having his hands stained with blood (metaphorical) and then touching your skin. He will fulfill some of your whims if he feels guilty for leaving you alone. You will have sex of all kinds: slow in the bathtub, rough on the rug. After doing it, he will check his cell phone and say he is busy and leaves. You will have to agree with his convictions; he seems like a reasonable man, but he won't tolerate you going against the central part of his trauma. That would be a discard and a highly dangerous betrayal. He will put you in one of his games if you do and you will die. He can't risk it. Outside of that, he will be yours. An intermittent boyfriend but yours. You will do normal things. I can see him perfectly watching movies with you or talking about shit of any kind. As long as you don't question his most important actions, you will be fine with him. Actually, I don't see that you have to be a certain way to attract him (like in other profiles where certain characteristics would be desirable), he just needs you to understand him. regarding cheating, it is impossible. He is focused on his revenge and maintaining a facade. He isn't going to play double. But you shouldn't do it either. That would also end in death because it would mean you haven't understood the meaning of his work. It would be a betrayal of his code. Those would be his limits. In more critical moments he could ignore you much more and will be cold. You will stay because you are loyal to him and he will reward you when he is less busy. Another thing he could do is take revenge on people for you when they are unfair to you. They would die in the worst way. But it would be fucking exciting because he is so intelligent that you wouldn't hate him. He could confess to you that if he weren't a damn criminal obsessed with his justice and revenge he could give you a child. You decide if you believe him or not. I don't believe in men, but if I were you, I would believe him.
Pennywise
Similar to Art The Clown but less willing to tolerate nonsense. Not that Art is very patient, but his theatricality could infect you and he wouldn't have so many qualms. Well, first in this scenario obviously you are an adult (so much so that I have to clarify here so they don't misunderstand me and cancel me HAHAHA). Anyway, here what matters is your fear. Nothing else. Adults' fears are more complex and difficult to portray, so he has genuine problems embodying them. That is why he will look for easy victims; here is where you come in. If Art wants to destroy you for being a pervert, Pennywise is going to want to convert your sexual excitement towards him into fear, in such a way that he can enjoy devouring you. He himself is a very dirty bastard; he will enjoy his fantasies because it is delicious terrain to corrupt. By the way, I know Pennywise is female; here I treat him as "he" because I don't see him as female. Let's continue. He will take you to the Barrens because he will think that there it will give you more fear. Listen, Pennywise can turn into whatever. Desiring him is a door to sadism. His idea is not to satisfy your fantasies; it is to take you to the extreme of fear so that you are tastier. That is all. He will have you as his prisoner; you will have his smell and his mark. I think it would be worse than Art, because the other one doesn't have the capacity to dominate your mind and your body like Pennywise. He can make you think you are in places that potentiate the fear in you. You will hear voices that will tell you quite cruel things. And he will be there, penetrating you, breaking you. Imagine: the tension in the environment, the mental tension, and the physical tension. All a strategic game so you break. If you come, he will get furious. And at the same time, tempted. Not because he desires you, of course. It is because he will find you a quite interesting person to break for real. Let's not talk about the act of âbreakingâ like crying a couple of times over comments or jealousy that you like. No. The total rupture of your individuality and everything you have known. You will be a willing body and a mind that he is going to break. All your dirty fantasies would be fulfilled, but you will break every time. Your thighs will be sticky with semen, your fluids, and blood. It will stick to your skin. He will prepare to devour you and it will be such a good day. He will open his mouth, savoring your fear. And if we stick to canon, the answer would be so boring that I won't even write it. But here you have your trusted writer to turn this shit into something that makes sense. Listen, he will smell you for the last time because he will want to smell your fear. And he will find it. But he will also smell his own scent, stuck to your skin and your insides. A primal sensation would install itself in his chest. He could kill you but he had marked you like a dog to its territory. He had taken you so many times that he will know his smell will be difficult to dominate. The instinct would be stronger. And he would leave you there. For a few days without his touch. You would be writhing in your place; your mind would only beg you to experience fear and pleasure. When he arrived, you would cling to his leg and beg him that you could still be a good victim, that you could feel more fear. He would think you are pathetic. But he would accept your plea, to see if you really are good this time.
a break before the next kinktober drop.
includes: michael myers, jason voorhees, the grabber, thomas hewitt, brahms heelshire, hannibal lecter, vincent sinclair, bo sinclair.
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Michael Myers
Michaelâs yearning is strange. He doesnât yearn like most â the way he needs you is like rot under painted wood; invisible, but dangerous. He doesnât focus on why he lingers outside your window, how he knows the sound of your footsteps, or why he wants to keep you rather than kill you. Michael just knows youâre different to him. It isnât love, not even close. Itâs something worse â older, darker, a pull he canât unlearn. Its devotion twisted into obsession.Â
Jason Voorhees
Jasonâs yearning is heavy. Heâll follow you through the forest with silent excitement like a hunter after their first doe of the season. He tries to make himself smaller, softer in an attempt to not scare you, though his size and silence do anyway. Jason leaves offerings like bait; flowers, candy, whatever he sees and thinks you might like. He loves you the only way he can â by protecting you. Itâs worship.
The Grabber
The Grabberâs yearning is an illness dressed in silk. You feel it in the way his voice softens when he says your name, the way his bare hand rests around your throat â not to hurt, but to remind you that he could. He watches you with that damned mask hiding his truth, pretending control, but you can feel it each time he speaks; the desperation lacing his voice. He doesnât understand love, not in the gentle sense that someone as soft as you deserve. His is a dark possession that aches, a distressed urge to keep you where the world canât touch you. Every time you flinch, he whispers, âI donât want to hurt you.â and part of you believes him. You are the only softness heâs ever craved, and he needs you to stay.
Thomas Hewitt
Thomasâs yearning is slow, patient, and devoted. He canât say what he feels, so he builds it instead. Little gestures stitched into every day; a gift a thought youâd like and waiting for you to join the table before eating. Youâre the one thing that makes him believe thereâs something gentle left in him â how could he let that go? He watches you with soft eyes, adoring every feature like itâs the first time. His yearning isnât loud, but it speaks volumes.
Brahms Heelshire
Brahmsâs yearning is frantic. Like heâs drowning and youâre the air heâs desperate for. His affection comes as whispers through the walls, gifts he leaves where youâll find them, and the way he trembles when you say his name â God, he loves the way his name sounds on your tongue. He wants you to see him, to never, ever leave. His love is unbalanced, fevered, but achingly sincere. You can tell how badly he wants to be good for you, even if he doesnât fully know how.
Hannibal LecterÂ
Hannibalâs yearning is an art form. He is precise and utterly consuming. You are his muse, his fascination, the line between devotion and destruction blurred into something so beautiful. He doesnât starve for your body so much as your soul, the way your mind moves. His love is a sonnet written in blood and expensive wine. When he looks at you, it feels like being studied, painted, and devoured all at once. Youâll never know if he wants to kiss you or consume you, maybe both. He has paintings of you on his wall. To be yearned by him is to be owned.Â
Vincent SinclairÂ
Vincentâs yearning is quiet. You see it in the way he sculpts, how every curve of wax mirrors you with precision. He doesnât speak his love, but trust that he shows it. His hands that glide across your face and skin, memorizing every inch, the polaroids of you that adorn his workspace â the man spends every moment thinking of you, replicating you with wax. He loves like an artist loves their masterpiece.
Bo Sinclair
Boâs yearning is dangerous. Heâll tease, flirt, and pretend he doesnât care, but his hands always find you. Heâs the kind of man who says âyouâre mineâ like itâs a threat and a promise all at once. Heâd sit and watch it all burn for you because he doesnât know how to be gentle, but when heâs with you, the edge softens just enough â like wax. You consume him in the worst way.
looking at these bts photos thinking about an uncharacteristically goofy and playful patrick when you two are alone
PATRICK BATEMAN x yn.
head-canons:
it only happens when youâre alone.
patrick bateman does not âgoof offâ in front of people â not at restaurants, not at pierce & pierce, not even in the elevator. but in the privacy of your shared apartment, where the curtains are drawn and no one from the office could possibly see, thereâs a quiet unspooling of his sharp edges.
itâs subtle at first â a teasing comment when youâre brushing your teeth, an overly dramatic sigh if you beat him to the coffee machine.
then, sometimes, it slips into something stranger. softer.
his version of playful is oddly precise.
- will deliberately mispronounce a word you just said, repeating it back to you in a ridiculous accent, then pretending he has no idea what youâre talking about.
- sometimes hides behind the kitchen island and waits until you walk by, just to step out with a deadpan âbooâ like a child trying out a magic trick.
- insists itâs not âgoofing around,â itâs âlight performance art in an intimate setting.â
- narrates your movements in a mock-serious âdocumentaryâ voice while following you from room to room.
he weaponizes his physical perfection for comedy.
once, when you were folding laundry, he disappeared into the bedroom and came back wearing nothing but a cashmere sweater and your sunglasses, leaning against the doorframe like a model.
âwhat? iâm casual.â
he held the pose so long you started laughing, which was the entire point.
thereâs something almost boyish about how pleased he looks when he can make you laugh without being cruel â like itâs a skill heâs not sure heâs allowed to have.
in the mornings, when heâs not fully âpatrick batemanâ yetâŠ
youâll find him doing small, absurd things:
- dancing in the kitchen to 80s pop on the lowest volume so the neighbors wonât hear.
- balancing an orange on his head while pouring juice, insisting itâs for âcoordination training.â
- mimicking your yawns, not in a mocking way, but as if itâs a game to see if youâll notice.
around you, his vanity loosens into parody.
heâll look in the mirror while brushing his teeth and deliberately cross his eyes, or pull his hair into a ridiculous shape with too much product, asking if this is the ânext big thing in menâs grooming.â
once, he tried to do a runway walk across the living room in his robe, tripped slightly, and immediately tried to turn it into a spin so you wouldnât see him break character.
you did see. you were laughing so hard you had to sit down.
sometimes, his playfulness is quieter.
there are moments when heâll tap the tip of your nose with one finger and say âbeepâ in a voice so un-patrick it shocks you both.
or heâll slip a post-it note with something absurd written on it into your coat pocket â âdonât forget youâre dating a living work of art,â signed with his initials.
and though heâll never admit it out loud, he likes when you play back â when you poke fun at him, when you answer his mock-seriousness with your own ridiculousness.
he would die before doing it in public.
if anyone else saw, the mask would slam back on in an instant â perfectly tailored, perfectly cruel, perfectly patrick.
but here, with you, in the dimmed apartment where the only audience is your shared reflection in the glass, he allows himself something dangerously close to childish joy.
itâs not just that heâs playful.
itâs that, with you, heâs allowed to be human.
heâs clingy in a way that feels almost undignified.
patrick bateman is supposed to be all precision and control â expensive distance in a suit.
but when you live with him, you find that he has a strange, quietly desperate way of holding on.
if you get up from bed too early, heâll reach out in his sleep and pull you back by the wrist, mumbling something unintelligible.
on days when you have to leave before him, heâll follow you from room to room, leaning against the doorway, asking in an almost petulant voice how long youâll be gone.
and when you come home late, youâll sometimes find him on the couch with the tv on mute, just waiting. heâll claim he âwasnât worriedâ â but youâll notice the untouched drink on the table and the way he exhales only when you sit next to him.
the childish streak is more dangerous to his ego than the murders.
- gets visibly sulky if you donât immediately notice a new suit or tie.
- will sit in the kitchen in a very expensive chair, slouched like a scolded teenager, if you tell him he canât come along somewhere.
- occasionally tries to âbargainâ with you the way a kid would with their parent â âif i cancel lunch with van patten, can we stay in bed the whole day?â
- has a habit of resting his chin on your shoulder when youâre on the phone, just to insert whispered, off-topic comments meant to make you laugh.
the first time you didnât flinch at the bloodâŠ
patrick was startled â not by your lack of disgust, but by how it made him feel.
standing there in the bathroom, shirt drenched, a streak of someone elseâs life down his temple, he watched your eyes scan him without fear.
instead of retreating into silence like he usually does after a kill, something unspooled in him â and, to his own surprise, it came out as humor.
goofy, blood-soaked bateman is a rare, unnerving thing.
- will step into the apartment after a kill, shoes leaving faint red marks, and deadpan: âdonât worry, itâs not mine.â
- once, still wearing gloves wet with blood, held his hands up and said âitâs called exfoliation, babe. you wouldnât get it.â
- makes macabre little âdad jokesâ about body disposal if heâs sure youâre in on it â âheâs in a better place now. by which i mean, the dumpsters on west 81st.â
- walks past the mirror after a kill, catches sight of himself, and says âyou know, this would make a killer fall/winter look.â
- once asked if you thought anyone would notice if he âjust took the guyâs watch before the police found him.â you laughed. he was actually serious.
sometimes the post-kill goofiness gets almost slapstick.
after one particularly messy night, he came home with blood in his hair, looked at you with mock drama, and said âitâs conditioner. ultra-hydrating.â
he made you promise not to touch the âconditionerâ while he poured himself a drink, still dripping onto the kitchen floor.
another time, while peeling off a soaked shirt, he told you he should start a âbespoke laundry serviceâ for very specific stains. he even mocked up an imaginary logo with his fingers in the air.
but beneath the humor, thereâs a shift.
now that he knows youâre not repulsed, thereâs no need to hide the entire truth from you.
it makes him more dangerous, yes â but also strangely moreâŠhuman.
because in his mind, youâre not just someone who tolerates him.
youâre someone who can see him covered in the ugliest parts of himselfâŠand still find room to laugh.
perfect â hereâs patrick bateman, post-kill, being overly physically affectionate and euphoric around you in that same accurate, researched, lowercase bullet-paragraph style.
post-kill patrick is almost unrecognizable in his softness â but itâs the softness of a predator whoâs just fed.
thereâs a hum under his skin when he comes home, a manic calm.
you can feel it before you even see him; the way his footsteps are heavier, but his breathing is light.
he finds you wherever you are in the apartment and wraps his arms around you from behind, holding you with an intensity thatâs just a little too tight.
the blood doesnât make him hesitate to touch you â it makes him want to.
heâll press his face into your neck, the faint metallic scent still clinging to him, and murmur something low and satisfied.
sometimes he wonât even speak â just stands there with you trapped in his embrace, heartbeat slow but forceful, like heâs grounding himself in your warmth.
heâs calmer than usual, but itâs not a safe calm; itâs the quiet high of someone whoâs gotten exactly what they wanted.
physical affection becomes compulsive.
- pulls you into his lap without warning while heâs still in his stained shirt, unconcerned if it transfers onto you.
- kisses the side of your jaw over and over as if heâs trying to brand the moment into memory.
- tangles his fingers in your hair, almost reverently, whispering things you donât always catch â âperfectâ, âmineâ, âonly youâ.
- lies with his head in your lap, eyes half-lidded, looking more content than youâve ever seen him.
the euphoria and adrenaline make him strangely generous.
patrick, who measures everything in status and control, will offer you anything in those hours after a kill.
heâll ask if you want to go out to dinner, take a trip, buy something expensive â as if the act itself has inflated his capacity for indulgence.
but thereâs an edge to it, because itâs not just generosity. itâs possession disguised as kindness.
in these moments, heâs more talkative â and dangerously honest.
heâll describe the kill in vague but vivid terms, watching your face carefully, almost feeding on your reactions.
sometimes heâll even joke about it, his mouth brushing against your ear while he murmurs: âi thought about you the whole time.â
he means it in a way that isnât romantic, but you know he thinks it is.
the comedown is slow.
after hours of clinging, heâll finally let you go just enough to change, shower, and return to you clean.
but heâll always come back to bed, sliding in behind you, arm across your waist, already half-asleep.
the satisfaction radiates off him â a predator in hibernation, curled around the one thing in the world heâs decided is untouchable.
Unfortunately charging for manifestation/shifting advice is not a new thing in these communities but I can NOT in good conscious just be fine with people doing these things. Capitalism has literally ruined our lives and as a Marxist, loa/shifting should not be locked behind a paywall. You do NOT need to buy anything from anyone! So I decided to compile a master list of resources from shiftblr, shifttok, loatwt, loablr, ndtwt, and ndblr (I don't know if that's what it is called)
shiftblr
@vaminoir
@99oscaars
@cloverapple
@n1k0laa5
@masoncantthinkofaname
@shaysplanet
loablr
@etherealkissed88
@nyxcreate
loatwt
@raicain
@CHRRYDOLL
@etherealkissed
@iamone999
@/cedarshifts
(many shiftblr accounts practice loa and vice versa!)
shifttok
@shiftwith_alex
@roratentia
@kas.shifter
ndblr
awarenessshifts
@divatakesontruth
@itgomyway
@salemlunaa
@msperfect777
On YT and twt: conjuredrealm
If you want to delve deeper into the world of ND on Youtube there's:
Anand Universe Offical
Divine Whisper From Heaven
The Mountain
zuckerabudi
For more about nondualism I suggest you look into ramana maharshi, Nisargadatta Maharaj, and Adi Shankaracharya. Remember that the philosophy is called advaita vedanta!
This is a great lecture on Spotify about understanding nondual awareness.
Here is a podcast that contains the works of Neville Goddard.
Another link to a shifting podcast on Spotify.
These are just some people/podcast/channels that helped me! If you have anything/anyone else you want to add you can comment or reblog this and I can add it to the list! Remember not to overconsume and that you are already what you wish to see! There is no separation!
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hi i made this after researching for months it helped me alot and i really hope help those who are like me (autistic) who must have proof to believe something .this going to be alot so strap in.
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If you spend any time in shifting communities online, you've heard it. The same accusation, over and over, from skeptics who have never tried, never meditated, never sat in silence long enough to feel their own body disappear
"The void state isn't real. Shifting is just lucid dreaming. Everyone who claims they've shifted is either lying or delusional."Â
 It sounds confident. It soundes scientific .it sounds like the final word from someone who knows.
Except for one problem.Â
The same "void state" that shifters describe today pure awareness, no body, no thoughts, just consciousness floating in infinite stillness has been documented, practiced, and perfected for over five thousand years. By monks who never used TikTok. By sages who never scrolled through Reddit. By mystics in India, China, Egypt, Tibet, and the Middle East who had no way to communicate with each other, and yet came to the exact same conclusion.
Either every single one of them was lying too... or the void state is one of the most real, most verified, most consistently reported phenomena in human history.
Part One: What Even Is the Void State??
Before we go back in time , letâs get clear on what weâre talking about today.
In modern shifting terminology, the void state is a deep meditative state where:
You remain fully conscious, but lose all awareness of your phisical bodyÂ
Your eyes are closed, relaxed, with no urge to open them
A floating sensation
Feeling of being pure consciousness without a formÂ
Visualization becomes effortless
When shifters reach the void state, they report being able to set intentions for their Desired Reality (DR) with incredible ease. Some shift directly from the void. Others use it to manifest specific changes in their Current Reality (CR).
The void state is not sleep. It's not a dream. It's not unconsciousness. It's what remains when everything else falls away ; when the body goes numb, the inner monologue goes silent, and all that's left is awareness itself.
Now. let me show you where else this exact state appears.
Part Two: The Upanishads ;The Original Void Shifters (800-200 BCE)
The Upanishads are ancient Indian philosophical texts. Written in Sanskrit roughly 2,500 years ago, they represent some of the oldest and deepest explorations of human consciousness ever recorded.Â
There are about 108 Upanishads total, with 10-13 considered major. But their core message is simple enough to fit in one sentence, even if its implications take lifetimes to understand:
Your individual consciousness is not separate from universal consciousness .
The book's central question is deceptively simple , what is consciousness and what are its states? From this question it builds one of the most radical and precise maps of human awareness ever written.
It begins by identifying four states of consciousness that every human being moves through. The first is ordinary waking life the external world experienced through the five senses. In shifting language this is the CR, the current reality. The second is the dream state where consciousness turns inward and generates its own complete reality from within. This is where most shifting attempts begin, in that threshold between waking and sleep where the transition sensations arise. The third is deep dreamless sleep where all individual experience dissolves into formless rest.
The fourth state is where the Mandukya becomes extraordinary. Called Turiya, meaning simply the fourth, it is described as the background awareness that underlies and contains all three other states. It has no inside or outside. No boundary between self and everything else. It cannot be described in words because language itself belongs to the other three states.
What makes this directly relevant to shifting is what the Mandukya says about the relationship between waking and dreaming reality. It argues that the CR and the DR are fundamentally equal in nature. Both are experiences arising within the same consciousness. Neither is more ultimately real than the other. The world you experience as solid and external is at its deepest level as constructed by consciousness as any dream. This is not a metaphor or a comfort it is the central philosophical argument of the entire text.
The book also maps the four states onto the sacred sound AUM. The A corresponds to waking, the U to dreaming, the M to deep sleep, and the silence after the sound to Turiya. By following AUM inward through its three phases and resting in the silence that remains, the practitioner moves through the states of consciousness deliberately from CR awareness through the dream threshold and into something deeper. Shifters who use AUM as part of their practice before scripting and visualization are doing something the Mandukya described thousands of years ago.
The A sound anchors you in waking awareness ; where you are right now
The U sound carries you into the dream state ; the internal world of sleep
The M sound dissolves into deep formlessness ; dreamless , unconscious rest
Then you rest in the silence after that silence is Turiya ; the beyond waking, beyond dreaming, beyond deep sleepÂ
Sounds familiar ??
And the most famous line from the Upanishads? Tat tvam asi. "You are that." Your consciousness an universal consciousness are the same thing. Which means every reality you could ever want to shift to? Already within you. Always has been.
 Perhaps the most important insight for anyone who shifts is the Mandukya's insistence that Turiya is not somewhere you travel to. It is the background awareness already present beneath every experience. The CR and the DR both arise within it. This means the access point between realities is not far away or difficult to reach it is the ground of awareness itself, always already available, requiring not effort but recognition.
Part Three: The Yoga Vasishtha â Parallel Realities, Confirmed (750 BCE approx.)
If the Upanishads describe the state, the Yoga Vasishtha describes the cosmology that makes shifting possible.
One passage from this ancient text has stuck with me since I first read it. I'm going to quote it at length, because it deserves to be seen in full:
"O Rama, in the past there have been millions of Brahmas, Sivas, Indras, and Narayanas. However, even the creations of these gods were but the jugglery of Maya... In some universes Brahma is the supreme deity, in others it is the Sun, Indra, Narayana, or Shiva. In some universes the earth is filled with trees, in others with people or with mountains. Somewhere the earth is of mud or clay, elsewhere it is rocky or golden or coppery. One may count the rays of the sun; but it is impossible to count the number of universes that exist."
Let me translate that into shifting terminology.
Universes with different supreme deities : realities with diffrent fundamental rules
Earth made of gold or copper : level 4 universes (diffrent physics, different materials , different laws)
Impossible to count the number of universes : infinite drs .every possible reality exists.
The text goes even further, describing what sounds exactly like a shifting experience :
   "I decided to enter into samadhi again. I silenced the mind and the senses. I merged in the infinite consciousness. I saw reflected in that consciousness the image of countless universes. I was able to go anywhere and to see everything... Some were coming into being, others were perishing... There were different elements in each; they were inhabited by different types of beings... some had other universes within them; in some there were creatures you would not believe possible to exist."
 Samadhi is the practice of merging with consciousness itself â the void state. And from that state, the observer witnesses infinite realities. Sound like shifting? That's because it is shifting. Just with ancient Sanskrit vocabulary.Â
Part Four: The Bhagavad Gita â Detach From the Ego
The Bhagavad Gita (part of the larger Mahabharata epic, dated around 500-200 BCE) is often read as a spiritual conversation between Prince Arjuna and the god Krishna. But underneath the divine dialogue is a practical manual for consciousness shifting.Â
The Gita teaches :Â
Detachment from identity : you are not the âselfâ you think you are .
Detachment from outcomes : act without clinging to results .
The ego is not real : what you call âIâ is temporary and constructed .
Why is this relevant to shifting? Because shifting requires letting go of your CR identity. If you believe you are only your CR self your body, your history, your problems then leaving that reality feels impossible. But when you understand, as the Gita teaches, that your ego is just a temporary costume, suddenly moving to a DR becomes not only possible but natural.
Part Five: The Yoga Sutras of Patanjali â When the Mind Stops
The Yoga Sutras of Patanjali (compiled around 400 CE) is a collection of 196 aphorisms that systematically map the terrain of human consciousness.
The most famous line is the second sutra:
   Yoga chitta vritti nirodha : "Yoga is the cessation of the fluctuations of the mind."
When the fluctuations stop, when the endless chattering inner monologue finally quiets down, what remains? According to Patanjali: pure awareness without disturbance.
Thats it thats the void state.described in two thousand year old sanskrit in four words.
The Yoga Sutras go on to describe the stages of meditative absorption (samadhi), where the meditator loses awareness of their body, then loses awareness of their thoughts, then loses awareness of the distinction between "self" and "object of meditation," until only pure consciousness remains.
Every shifting method that involves meditation? Every guided void state track on YouTube? Every technique that tells you to "let go of your body and focus only on your intention"? You can trace its lineage directly back to texts like the Yoga Sutras.
Part Six: Tibetan Buddhism The Clear Light and the Book of the Dead
Tibetan Buddhism offers perhaps the most detailed map of the void state, particularly in the Tibetan Book of the Dead (Bardo Thodol).
According to this text, immediately after death, every being enters a state called the Clear Light (Ăsel). In this state:
There is no bodyÂ
No thoughts
No physical world,infinite
Just awareness ,empty, yet aware
Sounds familiar ?
The Tibetan Book of the Dead explains that if you recognize this state, stay calm, and do not react with fear, you achieve liberation. You see reality as it truly is. But if you panic which most people do, because ego dissolution is terrifying when you're not prepared you fall back into form, identity, and illusion. Back into the physical world.Â
Shifters describe this exact dynamic. How many times have you read: "I felt myself detaching from my body, my thoughts went silent, the world dissolved, and then I got scared and snapped back"? That's the Tibetan Clear Light meeting an unprepared consciousness.
The Tibetan tradition doesn't just describe the state â it teaches how to enter it consciously, through advanced meditation practices. And the instruction that appears again and again is this: Do not fear it. Do not react. The moment you do, you lose it.
Part seven : The CIA Gateway Report ; Consciousness as Hologram
Now we jump forward to 1983. A United States Army Lieutenant Colonel named Wayne M. McDonnell submits a classified report to his commanders at Fort Meade. His task: analyze the "Gateway Experience"Â a training program developed by the Monroe Institute designed to induce out-of-body states through brain hemisphere synchronization (Hemi-Sync).
McDonnell spent months researching quantum mechanics, biomedical engineering, and theoretical physics. His conclusion?
Human consciousness is not confined to the brain. It is a holographic field that can transcend time, space, and physical reality.
The report, declassified in 2003, describes:
The universe as an â extraordinarily complex system of energy fieldsâ
Matter as an illusion ; solid objects are actually oscillating energy gridsÂ
Human consciousness as a function of energy interactionÂ
The brain as a hologram that attunes to the universal hologram of realityÂ
Out of body states as achievable through focused coherance of brainwave outputÂ
One of the most striking sections describes what happens when the body enters profound relaxation: the heartbeat creates a standing resonance wave at approximately 7-7.5 cycles per second. This resonance propagates into the earth's ionospheric cavity, effectively turning the human body into a coherent oscillator vibrating in harmony with the planet's electromagnetic field.
In that state, the report says, "the seat of consciousness" can move outside the physical body. The boundaries between self and environment dissolve.
Thats the void stateÂ
Part eight: The Holographic Universe â Pribram and Bohm
The Gateway report draws heavily on two scientists: Karl Pribram, a neuroscientist at Stanford University, and David Bohm, a physicist at the University of London.
Their theories, working together, form a complete model of how shifting could be scientifically possible.
Bohm's physics: The universe is not made of separate particles. It is a single, undivided whole an "implicate order" where everything is connected and everything contains everything else. What we see as separate objects (including separate realities) are just projections from this deeper, unified field.
Pribram's neuroscience: The brain does not store memories in specific locations. Instead, it processes information holographically meaning every piece of memory is distributed across the whole brain. A small fragment of brain tissue contains the pattern of the whole memory, just like a small piece of holographic film contains the whole image.
Put together: The brain is a hologram. The universe is a hologram. And the two attune to each other through energy exchange. Consciousness is not produced by the brain the brain receives consciousness like a radio receives signals.
When shifters say "I'm not shifting my body, I'm shifting my awareness," they are describing Pribram and Bohm's model in colloquial language.
Part Thirteen: Neville Goddard ; Facts Overflow the World
In the mid-20th century, a mystic named Neville Goddard (1905-1972) taught a simple, radical idea: Imagination creates reality.
Not metaphorically .literally .
Neville taught that the world you experience is an outpicturing of your inner assumptions. Change your assumptions really change them, not just intellectually but at the level of felt sensation and your reality must change to match.
In one of his lectures, "Facts Overflow the World," Neville describes his own shifting experiences. He talks about being in a parallel world that felt as real and tangible as this one. He describes visiting a reality where he could meet people who were dead in his main reality. He even talks about a world where he could stop time.
These are not metaphors for Neville. These are direct reports of shifting.                                                          Â
Neville's method is almost identical to the void state: relax into a drowsy, meditative state (he called it "state akin to sleep" or SATS), lose awareness of your physical body, then visualize your desired scene with sensory vividness. Fall asleep in that feeling.
Every shifter today using SATS? You're practicing Neville's method. And Neville was drawing from the same ancient well as the Upanishads, Taoism, and Tibetan Buddhism.
Part Fourteen: The Scientific Evidence Is Catching Up
Now we have scientific papers on :Â
The holographic principle ; the universe might be a two dimensional information structure projected as 3d reality .
Non local consciousness; studies on remote viewing, telepathy, and near-death experiences suggest awareness is not bound to the brain .
Meditation induced altered states; fMRI studies show experienced meditators can voluntarily shut down the default mode network (the brain's "self" center), producing ego dissolution and non-dual awareness.
That default mode network shutdown? That's the neurological correlate of the void state. When your brain stops generating the "me" narrative, what's left is pure awareness no body, no thoughts, no identity. Just consciousness.
The science is not there yet to fully explain shifting. But the direction of evidence is unmistakable: consciousness is not what we thought it was.
Part Fifteen: Skeptics Will Say...
I know what the skeptics are thinking. I used to think it too.
"It's just lucid dreaming." Then why are the physiological markers different? Lucid dreaming occurs during REM sleep. The void state occurs while the body is awake but deeply relaxed.
"It's just dissociation." Dissociation is a trauma response, often distressing. The void state is chosen, calm, and often blissful.
"There's no scientific evidence." There's no scientific disproof either. And the absence of evidence is not evidence of absence, especially when thousands of years of documentation exist.
"It's mass delusion." Delusions don't replicate across 5,000 years, across 12 different cultures with no contact, across languages that never borrowed from each other.
The simplest explanation is also the most radical: the void state is real. Shifting is real. And every mystical tradition on Earth has been telling us this since before writing was invented.
Part Sixteen: Why This Matters for Your Shifting Practice
If you've read this far, you're not here for philosophy. You want to shift.
Here's what all this ancient and modern knowledge means for your actual practice:
1. The void state is not something you create. It's something you uncover. You don't build emptiness. You remove everything that's in the way â thoughts, tension, identity, effort. What's left is already there.
2. You don't need a "method." The Upanishads didn't have shifting methods. The Taoists didn't have guided meditations on YouTube. They had intention, relaxation, and letting go. That's still all you need.
3. Fear is the only real obstacle. The Tibetan Book of the Dead says it. The Gateway report implies it. The shifters confirm it. The moment you panic at the feeling of ego dissolution, you snap back. Learn to stay calm in the void. Trust the process.
4. Your DR is not "out there." The Yoga Vasishtha says all universes exist within consciousness. Neville says imagination creates reality. Bohm says the universe is an undivided whole. Your DR is not a separate place you have to travel to. It's a frequency you tune into.
Conclusion: The Oldest Truth in the World
Here's what I've learned from months of research, across ancient texts and modern documents, across quantum physics and CIA reports, across shifting communities and mystical traditions:
The void state is not new. Shifting is not new. The understanding that consciousness creates reality is not new.
What's new is the language. We say "CR" instead of "Maya." We say "DR" instead of "loka" or "realm." We say "void state" instead of "Turiya" or "Clear Light" or "Fana" or "Nun" or "the Cloud of Unknowing."
But the experience is identical. And it has been reported, practiced, and perfected by human beings for over five thousand years.
So when a skeptic tells you shifting isn't real, you can smile and thank them for their concern. And then you can get back to practice because you know something they don't.
Not because you're special. Not because you're delusional. But because you've done the research. You've read the texts. You've sat in the silence.
And you know, in the same way the Upanishadic sages knew, the same way the Taoist masters knew, the same way the Tibetan Buddhists knew, the same way Neville Goddard knew, the same way the CIA analysts concluded:
You are not your body. You are not your thoughts. You are not your CR identity. You are pure awareness, infinite and formless, capable of experiencing any reality you can imagine.
The void has always been there. It will always be there. It is your natural state. Your original face before you were born. The kingdom of God within you.
All you have to do is stop. Breathe. Let go.
And remember.
Tat tvam asi.
You are that.
Credits
Primary research sourcesÂ
Ancient hindu Texts :
The Upanishads (circa 800-200 BCE) â specifically the Mandukya Upanishad, Chandogya Upanishad, and Brihadaranyaka Upanishad
Youâre fully aware of his pathologyâno sugarcoating. It canât be fixed. His brain works differently. It canât be medicated. Therapy wonât do shit.
One day, you even address it. You ask him if he knows something is off. If something doesnât click. If he feels anything⊠different. Or if he doesnât feel anything at all.
Patrick doesnât like you bringing it up. It disrupts his perfect image. But at the end of the day, thereâs no real him. He knows itâand now you do too.
He doesnât like that. But he wonât argue. He wonât comfort you. No promises to get help, because⊠he doesnât need it.
He even likes it. His pathology gives him an edge. Lets him feel numb and overwhelmed at the same time.
âYou want to fix me?â he asks, eyeing you. âPlease donât tell me you actually mean that.â
You do.
But even if you tryâif you offer yourself up, thinking you can fill the void, sacrifice your own emotional capacity just to feed his emptinessâit wonât help.
And he wonât be grateful.
He doesnât feel that.
He doesnât understand what itâs like to love someone and still feel completely aloneâeven when that person is right next to you.
Or practically inside you.
Sex with him is always performative. Mechanical.
Itâs all about carnality.
There are no real emotions.
He pushes deeper when you start to disconnect, like he feeds on it. He canât give anything back, but he loves to take. To consume. To drain you and never think about consequences.
He says he fucks like an animal.
He likes to hurt you. To test your boundaries.
And you should never let him go that far. Never offer yourself up just so he can feel something.
Because once you do... he will tear you apart.
Without hesitation.
Without sympathy.
...
... to be continued?
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