#except for ai

[3raccoons1trenchcoat]

(Hooded figure turns towards you) hey kid (shadily opens coat) want some banners?✨

[bbeeew]

my favorite idea is a new doctor moves into the hospital and hears about this absolutely horrible, disgustingly mentally messed up man ever, and then you hear there's one guy in oncology that can handle him for prolonged periods of times and even lives with him and helps with his painkiller addiction and it's GUY WITH THE BIGGEST SOFTEST BROWN EYES EVER SEEN

[cipher-gold24]

My art was just fed through ai and I don't know what the fuck to do I feel sick

They specifically sent it to my alt account. Because my dms on main are turned off but they've clearly seen me complaining about ai on main and done it out of spite.

Its just a little throwaway sketch I lowkey hate but that doesn't change the fact I DREW IT. IT WAS MY BLORBO. MY COMFORT CHARACTER exactly as I draw him.

Its over Instagram too, so the reporting process is useless and basically nonexistent. I've reported actual threats before with 'no violation found' it's ridiculous.

I was just having such a good day and now everything is on high and I don't feel well at all. My art is just gone. Blocking and reporting doesn't change the fact it's been fed into a machine in the long run.

[pompomwormin]

Help the casual outfits in the current sifas event makes them look like they go to Catholic school

[idontdeservethisshityo]

|| @reginae-noctis

⟡ ═══ ♛ ═══ ⟡ Gnawing his lip, he clutches the pen in his trembling hand. Christmas... the time to be merry, isn't it? And yet...

  ˙ He closes his eyes tightly, the tip of his pen creating a small ink blotch on the paper from all the times it touched it without writing a single word.

  ˙ For years now, Christmas had been a cheerful affair... Him, Ai, their families, their dreams and wishes for the future... but now? The holiday just leaves him feeling empty now...

  ˙ Everything leaves him feeling empty now.

  ˙ Anger, sadness, hurt, regret... A maelstrom of difficult emotions takes over his mind at regular intervals no matter what he does anymore, pushing him to the limit, pushing him to the edge... especially regret. But, regret for what...? Ever being with her? Or watching her walk away from him...?

  ˙ They will never be the same. He doesn't think he'll ever be able to trust her again, let alone to marry her, to turn for her and spend hundreds of years together...

  ˙ But he does know that he doesn't want to add yet another regret atop of the ever growing pile of them.

  ˙ It is for that reason that Ai receives a rather generic Christmas card, clearly dug out of some dusty drawer and a left over purchase from a few years ago, with a shaky but familiar handwriting sending on single message... the first message ever since all Hell had let loose on them, a small and uncertain attempt at a better tomorrow-

                                             Merry Christmas