#tw(trigger warning)

[karnufex]

Sebastian Solace design

Holy shit the quality sucks 💔, I didn't feel like changing the canvas or pixel size 🐍

I took inspiration from suzumori_521 ^^

Hell no i'm not drawing his clothes my Computer was actively trying to kill itself while doing so.

[whataboutmysanity]

*downloads Date Everything demo*

*looks for Damien Haas*

*discovers Content Aware Mode*

I’m grateful for the feature I just didn’t know his character would have a warning

Edit: so I've just learned you can romance Jerry in the first interaction and although it made me feel icky I was able to do it successfully and finally hear all of Damien's voice lines 🥹

[slowlyshamelesscolor]

I am neither pro- nor anti-ship; I am neutralship.

So, basically, this antishipper created a meme on TikTok stating that they were planning to harass and make death threats to proshippers. I replied that harassment and death threats are unlawful, and they continued to be total jerk, so I told them to act this way towards me, and then they asked for my discord, and they threatened to say horrible things to me. I was going to explain why it's incorrect, but I decided to give the bee movie script instead because they were going to utter stupid nonsense like that. I assumed they were kid but they weren't since they stated I was four years younger than them.

Later on, they convinced a friend to add me to a group so they could both harass me. I asked why they had their buddy do that, and they urged me to kill myself. They also claimed they were going to show me how to tie a knot so I could kill myself.

I asked why they were saying horrible things to me and bothering me, and they told me I supported pedos, which I don't.

I'm at school and can't submit any more images because Discord doesn't work here; nevertheless, I will release the remaining screenshots.

Keep in mind, I'm not proship or antiship I'm peacefic and neutralship now

Also, check the reblogs if you want more proof.

I’m blue

I was 16 when they said this shit to me I'm now 18

The user who’s harassing me is red

Tw death threats, tw racism, tw suibaiting, tw ableism, tw incest mention,

[the-sappho-of-lesbos]

TW homophobia

I don’t know why I feel this way. I just truly don’t feel like I ever fit in. Older people. Younger people. People my age. It doesn’t matter. I never feel like I belong or that I’m being me right or that I’m okay as I am when I’m with other people. I just feel so fundamentally broken and wrong and lonely and isolated.

I feel like I’m not enough as I am. I feel undeserving of love as I am. I feel hated and unwanted because of my sexuality. I feel like happiness is something that will never be given to me because of my sexuality and it just hurts. I don’t want to feel this way.

[thefierboys]

1978 Thomas Slater

Rough wood under my skin, that little chip in the handle someone should have smoothed out but must not have gotten the chance. My fingers gripped tighter to make up for the dead weight of a metal wedge at the opposite end. Readjusting my hands as left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot... Step one in front of the other. No matter how much I wish I could stop. The look of concern melting into a look of fear, one after another... Little faces hoping I would stop and save them or make a joke rather than painting their hot blood across my skin in the cool night.

I betrayed them. I didn’t want to. I didn’t mean to. But I slaughtered them, still.

The sickening feeling of her ribs cracking and giving way, the way her chest opened up to me while I swung relentlessly. The way her eyes revealed her heart breaking at it being my doing that she... That I was killing her. I murdered my girlfriend. The love of my life. The woman I would have gladly got down on one knee for. Her flesh splitting open to each swing of the axe and the gurgle of oxygen bubbling blood out of broken lungs.

I’m sorry, Cindy. If I could have stopped, I would have. I would never have hurt you if I could have done something about it. If only you knew. But it’s too late now.

Now there are families torn asunder where laughter no longer rings through their halls. Weary hands and weeping hearts that will never get to witness their bloodlines grow. There will never be graduations, marriages, or parties. No children of children. No holding loved ones while they cry from a bad breakup. No staying up until the sun rises or watching stars shoot across the night sky. There will be no holding hands or hugging tight or whispers of ‘until next time’. Only a final goodbye unuttered. No chances to give a final ‘I love you’ or to remind them to look both ways when crossing the street because you only want them safe.

No. I took that from them.

I took the ones who needed me most. Who trusted me. I watched them shed tears of fear and pain as I split their bodies and let them lie upon the ground in pieces.

Their parents will suffer at the loss of not only their children but the loss of a chance to find out why. Why did I do it? Why did I steal the greatest gift they never got to bid farewell to? Why did I take their treasures and dash their lives like broken pottery? Why, why, why?

How could I do that? How could I steal what was most precious and throw it away without another thought or care in the world? Why did I wrench crying children from the bosom of safety and leave them breathless and bleeding out on the cold dirt, awaiting confirmation that, yes... that is your babe. That is the child you held crying and comforted. That is the son you taught to ride his bike, the daughter who needed a little extra story time at night, the child who was just trying to find themself in the world.

That young child... So small and helpless... So trusting... There’s a mother who spent hard labor, blood, sweat, and tears birthing that treasured creature. There’s a father who would hide his exhaustion just to smile at the little human who brought him gifts of stories and toys and things they’d found fascinating. The nights spent cradling a crying baby, the hours spent watching smiles, hands held, the tinkling of children’s laughter, the questions left unanswered... What else had I stolen from you? The curiosity. The pure goodness. The kindness. The future years of living the human experience. The good and the bad. I took it all.

You remember the babe you held close. I remembered the sound of blood dripping on wood and axe through their young bodies.

What did they do to deserve this? Why did I do it? Even I don’t know. And now I’m lost to the darkness. I hear only tortured screams and endless agony. I remember the wood in my hands. I remember watching their faces and being unable to stop. If only I could have stopped.

I remember the love of my life crumbling beneath my hand. I remember the tears in her eyes as she reached for her sister while I just kept swinging. I just kept swinging. I couldn’t stop.

I stole them all. And just like those before me... no one was safe. Not children, not the love of my life, not even myself.

So, while you sit and cry and wonder why. While you look for answers and think of me as a monster. While you go about your life with no other options left... While the town continues to crumble... Know this...

I hate me too.

[millefleuv]

Minor Arcana. Redshift.

[slowlyshamelesscolor]

I'm here to tell you about these users on animal jam who are literal pedos grooming youngsters and doing nasty things.

Please do not bother the victims.

Please report these users and email animal jam as soon as possible.

Please don't continue if you don't want to read this there's disgusting pedophiles and horrible crap.

Please reblog and spread this around.