#manipulation m

[thedevilscarnival]

One god makes you into a toy, useful and beloved until the end of time. The other makes you into it, gifting itself sentience and you omnipresence. Both want your love, and you’re willing to give them all of it.

[fawkesthefox]

ranbob for the ask game?

well you already know my main hc for making him sympathetic but--

Ranbob wasn’t actually the person to kill the other residents of Mizu, that was  a man (i still haven’t thought of a proper name for him shhh) who then manipulated him into thinking that if anyone leaves the city of Mizu some world ending event would happen, Ranbob ended up killing him too in self defence. Ranbob was then left completely alone in the City of Mizu for years, scared that if he did find some way to leave he’d end the world

When someone finally came along and found him he realized that they were going to leave and there was nothing he could do to stop them without getting violent. So whenever anyone would come by he’d have to end up killing them, he became desensitized and distanced himself from his emotions. 

And even without all these headcanons, Ranbob canonically must live a truly miserable existence, he’s completely alone in the middle of the ocean (he’s an Enderman Hybrid too,,,,) and he kills whoever visits him (he doesn’t seem to enjoy it either so there’s gotta be some fucked up reason he does it)

PLUS after he kills Cleetus with TNT the Fishermen go to Skeppys room and see that the Tree Dome(which is stated to be “where the oxygen comes from”) is completely flooded, as the explosion broke the glass. All that seawater and water pressure would surely kill the tree, and most everything else in the Dome, which means in the end Ranbob either had to somehow fix the dome and save the tree through the water burning his skin and the immense water pressure or he’d be restricted to rooms close enough to the surface that air can reach down, which would certainly cut him off from his Idols, Dreams room, which is probably something he takes comfort in! 

Through the distorted lens he views the events of the Dream SMP he probably sees Dream as a tragic hero, who had to do bad things to achieve a good goal, and he probably sees that in himself as well, which is why Dream is his Idol. To be separated from the one thing that really brings him comfort must be absolutely awful to his already most likely fragile mental health.

[hatescout]

❝   I’VE COME TO MAKE AN ANNOUNCEMENT: Daniel the pastor's a bitch-ass motherfucker, he manipulated my fucking brother. That's right, he took his cult mentality love bombing BEHAVIOR out && he manipulated my FUCKING brother, && he said his faith was "this big," && I said "that's disgusting," so I'm making a callout post on my Twitter.com: Daniel Baker, you've got a small faith, It's the size of this bible except  WAY smaller. && guess what? Here's what MY LOVE looks like: that's right baby, all affection, no isolation, no trauma— look at that, it looks like two hugs && a cat. He broke my brother, so guess what, I’M GONNA BREAK HIS CULT. That's right, this is what you get: MY SUPER LASER LECTURE!! Except I'm not gonna lecture the church, I'm gonna go higher; I'm RANTING AT CULT LEADER! How do you like that, Jen? I RANTED TO THE CULT LEADER YOU IDIOT! You have twenty-three hours before the callout post hits the fucking news, NOW GET OUT OF MY FUCKING SIGHT, before I lecture you too!  ❞  

[cryptspren-moved]

can u pinpoint the manipulation tactics ur parents try to use or are u normal

[crybabycounselor]

* Emotional Baggage

bold  whatever  applies  to  your  muse.   italicize  the  things  that  only  somewhat apply / are verse dependent.   REPOST ,   DON’T  REBLOG.

gone without food for over three days     |   gone without sleep for over three days   |    been tortured / questioned   |   been shot  |   been stabbed |   been poisoned   |   been held prisoner    |   been trapped   |     been buried alive   |     been held hostage   |   held someone hostage   |     been stuck in a different world / universe / time |   been abused by someone who should have loved / appreciated / valued you  |   had a panic attack     |    had night terrors    |     been in a car accident    |     lost your job    |    lost a fight    |    had sex with a stranger     |     been divorced     |     been abandoned    |     passed out from pain    |    cried yourself to sleep   |     spent a whole day in bed    |   hurt yourself  |   taken your anger out on yourself   |   taken your anger out on someone you love |   been used  |   been manipulated   |   felt used    |   manipulated someone else   |   had your memories / mind wiped / stolen or tampered with    |   been taken over by a hostile force     |   been terrified  |     played a cruel game on someone    |     been forced to smile   |    felt too many things at once |    laughed when you felt like crying    |   been in denial |   been denied   |   faced your demons

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Tagging: @sunshine-and-pinetrees​ (idk who else has and hasn’t been tagged dsggfdgfgdfj imply I tagged you if need be)

[b3grim3d]

im late but tell me about the horrible bastard who i hate

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his name is Niles hes 29 and i hate him and so do you

so basically for my still unnamed story he fuckinf starts a cult because hes a whiny lil shit and wants attention so he made up a myth regarding his government assigned monster Malphus saying that he actually wasnt assigned to anyone and rather gets people to just follow him

and he himself is just a widdle humble lad that just wants to introduce people to a better solution to things

its all actualy rlly fucking shitty but yknow nsdjhcs

he “dates” tyson so to gain their trust and lead them to the cabin with their own government assigned monster in hopes of indoctrinating them to the cult

it doesnt work out at all and im giving him a horrible death because i hate him

[xndependent]

♠️

The stench of the corpse is almost unbearable. He should’ve dealt with it sooner. 

Jett steps across the platform, the center of the sparring ring, his wrist lifted to his nose as if it might shield him from the smell. Confessing his sin to his brother had done nothing to alleviate the guilt, not so long as it was here, the one place he had truly lost himself searching for more fighting once upon a time. He had to get rid of it. 

Maybe he had to get rid of the entire place. 

Burn the empty, abandoned fighting arena that he’s standing in, tear down the tracker screens they used to use to monitor the fights, to critique them, to train them, wreck the entire headquarters. Wreck the bathroom DC hid in while he cried, wreck the room they kept her alive in for so long, only for it to fail in the end. A desperate mother’s desperate last chance, only for her own arrogance and lust for power result in her daughter’s death anyway. 

How many times had Rose died? Jett had lost count a while ago. But she’d always come back, every time. Just not this time.

He looks up at one of the cameras, gazing into its lens, as if he could still gaze into her eyes by doing so, still pretend he knew she was watching him on the other side. Kotone or Rose, he felt just as desperate to see both of them again, and they were so similar in so many ways. Too many.

Rose should have been left with her real mother. In ‘saving’ her, this version of Kotone broke her.

“This is messy. Messy mind, messy fighting.” 

“I know.” 

He’s speaking to someone that isn’t there. And he knows that. He knows Rose isn’t here as he circles the body, pushing it from the ring and past the rope, so it can fall from the platform and onto the plastic he had laid out for it. 

“Why did you leave it here all this time? Were you afraid to face it?” 

He starts scrubbing at the bloodstain still in the ring. Why, he’s not sure. Either he’s not ready to part with this place, or he’s not ready for the massive undertaking of trying to destroy it. He concludes it’s the latter. It’s its own massive network, intended to be a self-contained base to train new soldiers without causes, recruited for gang wars like that can satisfy a rebellious heart. But it did satisfy yours, didn’t it? It was another war to fight. It didn’t matter whose side you were on. 

If you think about it, really think about it, you can trace most of your identity issues back to here. The second splinter. The first was just before the game, and then just inside the Medium; the second was here. In these halls, in these fighting rings, in these labs and situation rooms. You lost yourself to a cause solely of violence for violence; another story you’ve neglected to talk about at much length. You let yourself be turned into a weapon. You were weak, and you let yourself be used. 

“Don’t be so dramatic. You wanted this, we didn’t use you.” 

He ignores her voice in his head. 

Bit by bit, the soapy water coaxes the stains up, to the best he’s going to manage. He discards the cleaning supplies onto the plastic tarp, too, bending under the rope to hop down so he can tie it up. He can all but see her leaning over him, hovering, peering down at him from the platform. 

“You needed this. The last time you really felt like a man was with me.” 

He stops on the last knot. 

“You needed me. You’re nothing without me.” 

“Wait.” 

“And now that I’m gone, you’ll never--”

“Stop talking.” 

Of course, she wasn’t talking. He was experiencing his own memories, morphed with the present moment, but it was different this time. Of course it was different this time.

He slowly got to his feet, watching the center of the room. Watching the platform, empty, dark, only able to see to begin with because of the night vision his shades offered. 

No one is home. 

“...It was you.” 

“What was me?” 

He pulls himself back up onto the platform, onto its edge, keeping hold of the rope. He can still see how he and Rose danced across it, like he wasn’t even a participant so much as an observer. They could spar for hours with no clear winner. 

“I never cheated on anyone, before I met you.” 

“You never cheated with me, either.” 

His jaw sets as a ghost twists his words. He pulls himself back under the rope, back into the ring. 

“But you knew what you were doing. When he and I broke up, you were there, and you told me that letting a hole grow inside of me is letting them win. And you convinced me to let you fill that place until I found something better.” 

“I was helping you.” 

You step forward, in accusation, as if the accused were here to answer the charges. “You didn’t give me a chance.” 

“I gave you a chance.” 

“Everything, everything, that ever happened in my life after you, I was trying to chase this, fucked up, broken, shadow, of what you and your fuckup of an adoptive mother told me it meant to be a man, and why the fuck did I listen to you in the first place?” 

(Because Richard wasn’t here.)  (Because it was her war, and she wanted you to fight it for her, and she saw you the protege that Rose was.)  (She was there, and Rose was there, when Richard was dead, and your friends were all gone.) 

He doesn’t realize how his fingers curl into a fist, but there’s no one to hit. 

“You’ve always been weak in every way but one, Strider.” 

You want to protest, but how can you? How can you say you’re not weak? 

“...Do you have any idea, how much has been destroyed, because of the ideas you put into my head, because you taught me to recoil at the thought of incompletion?”

“What makes you think I care what you destroy?” 

“Because that was the whole point, right?” 

“Right.” 

“And it didn’t matter to you if there was collateral damage, because the only shit the two of you cared about was your own fucked up vengeance quest, right??” 

“Right.” 

You feel anger bubbling up in your chest at the memories of Rose and her counterpart, the one that had loved her, whom she had loved too, who had broken her, as your projection of her admits to things she never would have admitted to herself.

“What the FUCK MAKES YOU THINK you got to PLAY WITH PEOPLE LIKE THAT, ROSE?” 

It’s the sort of display you would never open yourself up to were anyone else present to see it, but no one’s here. 

“WAS THIS WORTH IT? DO YOU SEE WHAT THIS IS NOW? DO YOU SEE THE STATE OF YOUR EMPIRE? IT’S NOTHING, ROSE! IT ISN’T SHIT! YOU AREN’T SHIT, WAS IT WORTH IT?” 

When his robotic heel hits the ground for some sort of release, the foundation’s lining tears underneath the pressure. It breaks him from his own head, and the delusion of a woman that once held too much power over him.

You wonder if she’s the reason Lysanias ever happened at all. 

He’s sinking to his knees, hands in his hair, only the sadness left, the remorse burning his throat too badly to swallow. To understand the root of his flightiness was a relief, to know he might be able to truly fix it, grip the weeds and tear them out; to feel the crushing weight of his own failures, however, the pain of the reflection of his mistakes that first caused it all, silently begging his past self never to do it, never to speak to her, never to agree to this, to have left the moment she spoke to DC the way she had, or at any of the multiple red flats, to have to hear the sentence in his head, “It’s too late, it’s too late, you can’t undo it, it’s too late,” over, and over, and over again... 

Jett forces in a shaking breath as his hands lower to rest on his legs. 

He wants to destroy this place. He doesn’t want to destroy this place, he wants to forget it existed. 

He stands. He forces himself to stand. He drops a match on the bags in hopes the fire might eat some of the plastic and the body, but he doesn’t think it’ll do much more. He doesn’t care. He adjusts his mobile transportalizer so that seconds later he’s standing back in his own apartment, feeling cold and empty and with that same familiar bitterness of regret in his heart he’s felt so many times, and clears the saved coordinates from his system. 

Tonight, he’ll clear them from everywhere he can possibly think of, so that no matter how hard he might try, he’ll never be able to go back there again. 

He hopes Rose’s ghost will stay there, so he’ll never have to go back to her, either.

[luvpire-moved]

i dont wanna start drama and im sorry for asking but werent you friends with jo?? are you alright??? like. as in are you safe ?? i hope everything gets better for yall jo sounds.. horrible

if this starts drama i’m just going to delete any asks that are sent....yeah i was friends with jo, i was mutuals with ***** and ended up being mutuals with him and he really pushed to be my friend, after ***** and him broke friendship he kinda.....came to me a lot for consolation because i was bad at turning it down. he almost put me into a panic many times bc of how he reminded me of my old abuser and i was dumb not to leave him sooner but manipulative relationships are hell....anyways i haven’t heard from him since i blocked him on tumblr and discord and as far as i know i’m safe. i feel far worse for the people who were even closer to him and had to take the brunt force of it. i really hope things get better for everyone too and i hope everyone is safe and far away from him now.