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@vainessa
Melody daughter of Ariel and Prince Eric
reblog my promo commissioned by @vanitys
As a case in point, consider a young girl who possesses aggressive narcissism (the personality component of psychopathy) and is taught, throughout her childhood, that she will receive attention when she cries but not when she hits. She learns that little girls do not misbehave. Little girls are pretty, patient, and quiet. They should not expect too much. And when they grow up, they will be valued more highly if they find a man. But she is filled with aggression, coupled with the narcissistic need for attention and admiration. What does she do? As she grows up, she masks her aggression with tears, passivity, and physical attractiveness, finding that she gets what she wants this way. Because her aggressive narcissism renders her more forceful and in need of attention than those without this interpersonal style, she is excessively emotional, overly attentive to her physical appearance, and adept at getting what ever she wants. Her behavior does not appear to be anti-social at all. Rather, as a woman she emerges a dramatically flamboyant social butterfly.
No Remorse: Psychopathy and Criminal Justice. (2019)
tas making melody has me thinking about the Concept of vanessa being able to take on the form of a creepy looking siren in the water
Henley replies, “I’m not.” “You’re not a serial killer?” the interviewer asks in disbelief, to which Henley replies, “I’m not a serial killer.” The interviewer then says, “You’re saying you’re not a serial killer now, but you’ve serially killed.” Henley replies, with some exasperation and condescension, “Well, yeah, that’s semantics.”
—From the May 8, 1991, episode of 48 Hours
I always was a girl with an eye for a bargain.
whenever i’m tempted to rb a nsfw meme for van i always remember she’d just stab first and i’m like /////: ah yes
vanessa doesn’t really understand the point of sex other than it being a: tactic, use of manipulation, act of desperation or boredom, show of or to maintain control, or when she’s hit a low low low point and she wants a distraction and sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t. she tends to fake a lot of her reactions depending on who she’s with, though sometimes people can catch her by surprise for a moment and she’s like 😳 okay i see. she’s usually always in control ( so a top ), but is also intrigued enough to see what it’s like with someone else taking the lead.
If you donate one kidney, everybody loves you, and you're a total hero. But donate five and suddenly everyone is yelling.
van says i love the commotion 🥰
gave little miss meanie a new dash theme and icon and tbh i dont ,,, hate it !!!
animals are probably the only living creatures that vanessa deliberately allows to live or remain out of harm’s way, if she can control it. not because she cares about them, but because she finds them obedient and loyal to a fault, something she can train and manipulate and depend on more than people.
Danielle Campbell as Olivia Moon ↳ s02e08 Sweet Dreams
𝐚𝐤𝐥𝐥𝐚 ,
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐚𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 holds amusement that only so few could incite. Vanessa fell into step beside her as if they came hand - crafted as a pair , and the Isle knew them as just that. Dark eyes flicker to a broken clock on the wall before dragging to the window. The sun had just begun to peer over the horizon , overshadowed by the ever present rolling clouds. It was enough light to be just after dawn , but there truly was 𝚗𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍. ❝ You think they don’t deserve some beauty sleep ? ❞ They both damn well knew they needed it but sarcasm laces malicious tone. Sleep was a luxury and no one on the Isle could afford it.
The question rhetorical as she kicks the chair back when she stands. Her laugh rings like a CACKLE at the suggestion as she meets eyes as devious as her own. ❝ Murder on your mind this early in the day ? ❞ Vanessa was a force to be reckoned with , so she’s barely surprised at the idea. It was less harmful than the other ones she’s brought up. Following her lead she makes her way around the building , fingers picking at anything that could be of use. ❝ A little offended you even needed to ask , ❞ She raises a strip of unhinged metal to her line of sight , turning it in her hands for a second before tossing it over her shoulder. ❝ Don’t know if anything here will do the trick. ❞
She abruptly stops in her path , the spark of an idea already has adrenaline pumping through her. ❝ Feeling BRAVE today , Vanessa ? ❞ Turning to her slowly , the expression on her face is borderline manic. Maybe it’s because her brilliant plan was just that. ❝ You know who might have explosives ?𝙷𝙾𝙾𝙺. ❞
“ they had their chance for it. ” she knew it was sarcasm that danced alongside her friend’s words, yet still felt the urge to offer her own two-cents. was aklla her friend ? she couldn’t tell. friendship wasn’t ever something advertised on the isle and with all the goodness propaganda coming from their goody-two-shoes happy bordering nation, it was natural for the residents to work against that. friendships shifted towards alliances, acquaintances, partners --- nothing too personal to account for vulnerability. BUT WHAT MADE A FRIEND ? was it the way she felt just the slightest bit of something out of nothing whenever her ideas were heard and not thrown away ? or was that just the satisfaction of being listened to ? SELFISH, SHE WAS, knowing if the tables were turned she’d offer none of it back. or maybe she would. it was just a game yet to be unfolded.
mirroring her, laughter bubbled through her chest and falling past parted brims, “ not murder, per se. MAYBE SOME FIREWORKS. the others are just collateral damage. make it fun, make it exciting. death can be so boring sometimes, you know ? ” death only meant the end of a journey, of an adventure --- the end to her only source of entertainment, something close enough to give her a sense of thrill. not that it did, but it came close. locked away on a lawless land --- little girls given their dolls when they were kids and she got an island full of unwitting playthings. DISAPPOINTMENT WASHED OVER PALE FEATURES, slow whine emitting, “ how sad. this was close to being my favorite place. ” it wasn’t.
gaze was flickering around the place, watching as dust fell from the ceiling and she continued moving around, kicking away spare parts as she saw fit. she took her time in acknowledging aklla, viridescents landing on her, brow arching like she even needed a minute to consider her answer. was it offense that briefly ran through or skepticism ? “ always brave. do you even have to ask ? ” HAD IT BEEN ANYONE ELSE, malice would have saturated itself in her tone. “ hook ? ” gaze narrowed momentarily, “ hook or wannabe hook ? ” and then she realized that IT DIDN’T MATTER SO LONG AS SHE GOT HER WAY, and finally, she was mimicking her grin, features stretching. “ let’s go. ”
𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐲 ,
“ what are you going to do? backhand compliment me to death? insult me until i run away crying? you’re not scary to me, vanessa, you’re just a massive bitch. ”
“ why would i do that, ISN’T THAT YOUR PRECIOUS BRAND ? ” ends of brims curved upwards, focus shifting from the princess towards her own reflection in the bathroom mirror as she uncoiled her tube of lipstick, “ look who’s being a massive b-word right now ! ” faux gasp broke through, practiced shock at the swear leaving audrey’s mouth. “ what’s got your pretty pink panties twisted ? grammy mad you can’t keep a man ? ”
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Criminal Minds Scenes (1 / ??) S11E11 - Entropy
cat adams from criminal minds and oksana astankova from killing eve = vanessa eidon