#keep yourselves safe

[emeraldhonour]

Ah.

I appear to have received my first scam comment

Gentle reminder that if you get a comment like this – generic, making only a vague reference to "the characters", offering paid artwork if you contact them on Discord etc – it's a scam.

Delete it and block them.

[peachnix]

[safety-pin-punk]

With the election going how it is it might be good to make some posts on protest safety, this is my list I've shared with a couple friends but feel free to edit/change anything and obviously add more if you have more to add

-do NOT wear contacts but take contact solution with you, contact solution is good for washing tear gas and shit out of your eyes

-umbrellas are good because they can help deflect tear gas cannisters/rubber bullets

-things such as thick gardening gloves/oven mitts/etc can be used to pick up tear gas cannisters and throw them back/away because they can be hot

-face masks/covering things like easily identified features such as tattoos or coloured hair/etc. Can help protect your identity

-if you are arrested do not say ANYTHING to the cops other than you want your lawyer

-don't wear piercings/chains/things that could easily be caught/grabbed/cause injury to you or be argued as a weapon by police (like chains)

-padded trash can lids (as in you've padded where your arm is) are very effective shields against rubber bullets and do not run the risk of breaking/splintering like plywood does

-things like hardhats/bike helmets can be very good to wear too, as well as safety googles

^^^

[anotherloserqueen]

WHEN WILL THE YOUNGIN'S STOP ENDANGERING THEMSEEEELVEEESSSSSSS. PLS. TOT

[loaf-of-cheese]

Drew some Disco Elysium art earlier

:3

I drew a second one, but CW for death by hanging, so look at your own risk. It’s not graphic, but maybe don’t look if you have issues with Harry’s flavor of mental anguish

[pattysplaceofplaces]

Can I make a Yandere request for Carmen Sandiego where carmen kidnaps fem reader and reader escapes and on the run from team red and reader manages to stay under the radar for 2 months and she decides to go out to get groceries but what she don’t know is that carmen found her and has been tracking her every move and one day reader comes home to her door being half open ( side note: reader has/had high tech security installed into her apartment) and she was wondering why her alarm didn’t go off so she went to turn around but before she can she felt a cloth go over her mouth, reader vision is getting blurry but before she blacked out she heard a very familiar voice (Carmen’s voice) say “I finally got you back in my arms”

The Truest of Treasures 

[Author’s Note: I decided to tweak the story a bit but I made sure to add most of everything! I doubt normal Carmen would do something like this so let’s say when Dr. Bellum brainwashed her it caused something no one expected to happen] 

Content Warning: Good character becomes evil, yandere themes, obsessive themes, reader gets kidnapped, kidnapping, reader is going through severe depression.

[From Patty to Readers: There are no “Yanderes” in real life, but there is people who have been so messed up from trauma they become violently dependent on a person. People with OLD (Obsessive Love Disorder) do not deserve to have the label of “real life yanderes” they are victims in their own right and should not be fetishized. As someone who has OLD due to severe neglect and abuse as a child that made me feel so detached from the world. It’s not fun, it’s being trapped in your own mind, being scared of your terrible thoughts but knowing you can’t stop them. Please recognize that. 

Thank you and proceed with caution.]

Yandere Carmen Sandiego x Fem Reader

     “Dr. Bellum, have you been able to pin her location?” The green glow of her many screens reflected back into her goggles, lips curling down in displeasure. 

Professor Maelstrom squeezed the bridge of his nose as he sighed. “What kind of malfunction turns a super thief into…that?” 

Coach brunt slammed her large fist against a wall. “Of course something has to go wrong! That girl is more trouble than she’s worth!” 

“No matter,” Countess Cleo spoke up. “We need to find her now or she’ll blow our cover and bring VILE to light. With ACME on our tailcoats we’re on thin ice.” 

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You hesitantly peek  through the slip of the blinds and sigh. Ever since Carmen changed you couldn’t sleep, in fear she would find you. How long had you been staring at the ceiling deep in thought? It didn’t matter. You slip out of bed and to the bathroom in your bedroom despite knowing you would be unhappy with what you see. Yet everyday you seemed to look worse. 

Two weeks in the same pajamas, your hair was starting to get too long and tangled in the sloppy ponytail you had it in, your lips were cracked and coated with dried blood from dehydration.

Who were you? 

How did this happen? 

You knew how. Team red used to be your home, they used to be your family. It was a challenge not to fall in love Carmen. She was moral, courageous, witty, everything anyone could want. She loved you too but unfortunately you guys never went further than friends. It hurt but you knew it was for the best, her work would always come first.

You shuddered thinking about it. How VILE changed her, twisted her into their model thief. Yet despite the cruel brainwashing she loved and remembered you.

Not in the way you wanted though. 

For the safety of Zack, Ivy, Player, and everyone else you separated yourself from them. 

You didn’t even realize you hadn’t eaten in several days until black spots appeared in your vision from moving too fast. Despite your fear you opened your room’s door and went down the stairs. No matter how many times you searched the pantry or the fridge you couldn’t find anything palatable or fresh. You didn’t want to believe that the time had come so soon. There’s no way you ran out of food that fast. Yes you could have just ordered groceries but you tried to limit your digital footprint so you couldn’t be traced. 

You would have to go outside again, be around bugs, the stuffy weather, away from the safety of your bed, and around so many people. 

You changed into a clean pair of clothes, grabbed your wallet, old flip phone, and pepper spray then you were out the door.

Like your expected, this was absolutely terrifying. Anyone resembling her made your fight or flight response activate and you can tell people would whisper about Your rotten appearance under your hoodie and you couldn’t blame them. You were disgusted at yourself too. Once you got enough as you could pay for you started to walk home, relieved that people were still around and the sun was still up. If Carmen did find you there’s no way she would do anything in public…Right? 

While walking home you were filled with hope and even liberation from your fears. It has been two months, if Carmen had found you she would have made her move. Yet everything was okay. You went out there, got your groceries and nothing happened. You passed a park where you saw kids playing, dogs roaming about, and cheerful couples. What if you didn’t have to isolate yourself from the world? What if you could finally be happy without fear? For a moment all you could do was savor the moment. The wind on your face, the joyful sounds, the colors you couldn’t find in your dull home. This was your world and it was time you be apart of it. 

With a newfound perspective you walked back home with a sense of purpose to turn yourself around. 

Yet all that hope was gone with one sight. Your door was ajar. It wasn’t all the way open but noticeable enough. Carmen was toying with you. She wanted you to know she was in there. It was foolish but you had nowhere else to go and you knew she would find you again if you ran. You set your groceries down and opened the cap of your pepper spray as you went inside. 

Like you guessed, there she was: Sitting leisurely on the couch as if it was hers. “Nice place doll, if you like dingy, empty houses.” Carmen stood up and you took a few steps back which caused her to snicker. As much as you wanted to pepper spray her or stand up for yourself you were frozen, allowing her to stroll up to you. Her hand moved forward and all you could do was flinch away and squeeze your eyes shut. Yet instead of any harm was a soft hand placed on your cheek. Then it glided upwards and removed your hood down in such a way that made you wonder if you could get the old Carmen back. 

“Look at you…” She muttered softly, so much care in her tone as if she wasn’t just trying to scare you moments ago. “Look at what you’ve done to yourself.” You couldn’t open your eyes out of fear, standing there as stiff as a board. “If I had known I would have done this sooner.” 

For a moment it really did feel like you had the old Carmen back with you. You hated this, you hated feeling trapped. You missed her and you wanted her back more than anything. Warm tears glided down your cheeks as your breaths became erratic. You finally opened your eyes to see her staring at you in concern. She let out a sigh as she shook her head. “I knew it.” Carmen pulled you into a hug and you found yourself holding onto her tightly in fear your legs would give up on you. “I knew you needed me.” She picked you up and you were too emotionally and physically exhausted to resist. “I’m gonna take you home doll, no VILE, no ACME, just you and me.” 

[punchyfeeley]

This is a PSA: @ civvies you do not know how to keep yourself safe please please please I'm begging you to stop trying to get a sugar daddy. Sex work! Is! Dangerous! How many times do I need to say that????

The number of girls I know who have absolutely no experience that genuinely consider it when a guy messages them saying they want to be their sugar daddy? No!!! Chdhssbsush STOP

Being a sugar baby- being a sex worker is not just like some easy mindless job. Jesus christ.

[arminbitchlover]

i bought this for $50, money well spent? i think yes 😋😋