#pls help idk what to tag

[spenglerstwinkie]

COME AND GET ME OUT OF HERE‼️

[saint-sinner111]

kalbaska765 call out

TW!!CW!!! this post contains mentions of self-harm, rape, guro, a lot of nsfw with underage characters, violence and etc

Hello to all the ordinary people of the ranfren community. i think many of you know @/kalbaska765. You may have never thought that there might be something wrong with him, but this post will be direct evidence of his problematics

Let's start with the fact that kalbaska didn't really hide everything he did, because the place where i got all the information from this post is in his tumblr profile

You can go to his telegram channel yourself and find everything that was in this post

When i discovered and examined his telegram channel, i was horrified by the content kalbaska posts there

Now i will show all those horrible things that kalbaska posted, i warn you that this content is not for the faint of heart, even though I censored everything, it is still disgusting to look at ❕❕❕❕

Some text was translated using Google

I hope that all this will be enough for people to finally notice this problem in this community. What kalbaska is doing is abnormal and terrible, and i think that such people should not be among the rest

I would also like to mention kalbaskas friends (i won't mention their names for now) You know perfectly well what this person does, but you turn a blind eye to it and continue to communicate with him as if nothing had happened. i have all the evidence of your guys knowledge of all this. Why don't you at least pay due attention to this and not be hypocrites who say one thing and do something completely different

Kalbaska, i hope that you leave the internet and focus all your efforts on getting better. You had a lot of potential in art, but instead you waste it drawing shit

[faetima]

𝐝𝐥𝐦𝐥𝐮 (𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝) . .

. . you have hanahaki, a severe case of shyness, and a crush on scaramouche, and scaramouche is an absolute jerk.

// tws ; blood ; gn reader ; hanahaki & modern au ; slight cursing 

a/n: first time posting here yippee (pls be nice)

you sobbed, heaving up stupid yellow carnations while sitting on the cold, hard floor of the school bathroom.

you wretched up the damned flowers. they fell ungracefully into the toilet which sat in front of you.

your knees hurt from sitting on them for so long.

if only you could tell him how you felt. it would finally all be over, one way or another. maybe with your feelings being requited.

or maybe with you choking to death, the only thing with you while you die being the stupid fucking flowers.

you coughed again, pale yellow petals fluttering to the ground elegantly.

it was a stark contrast to how, just moments after that, you were coughing your lungs out, flowers flopping down into the toilet in large clumps; stuck together by mucus and blood.

you wheezed and wheezed and wheezed until it felt like there was nothing left in your lungs and your throat was burning and your knees were bruised.

you sobbed and sobbed and sobbed until there were no more tears left.

you coughed and coughed and coughed to the point you thought maybe just dying would be better than this fucking hell.

you curled into a ball, crying. crystalline tears ran down your cheeks, falling onto your clothes, the ground, anything.

if only you could fucking talk. why were you like this? why were you fine with your friends, but so terrified to talk to anyone? to everyone?

to him?

maybe, just maybe, if you were different you wouldn’t be in this situation.

if only you weren’t so pathetic, so stupid, so scared.

you hated yourself. you hated yourself so, so much. who the fuck was this terrified to talk to people, but opened up so easily once others talked to them?

maybe you should just confess and get it all over with.

—

you opted to just give him a letter anonymously. 

who knew if he would even read it? he received dozens of confessions everyday.

even if he did read it, it couldn’t be that bad, right?

—

if you could, you would eat up your words.

it was much, much worse than you thought.

he had ripped open the envelope, immediately reading the letter with a scowl.

he wasn’t even halfway through when he burst out laughing.

”what the fuck is this?” he snickered, holding onto his locker so he wouldn’t fall from how hard he was laughing.

”what pathetic fucking weirdo confesses from an anonymous letter? are they too terrified to say it to my fuckin’ face?”

he continued reading the letter.

when he was done, he crumpled it up and threw it away behind him, still laughing.

”that’s so goddamn stupid.”

unfortunately, the crumpled up letter hit you on your head.

not embarrassing, right?

well, it wasn’t until scaramouche saw it had hit you.

”oh, sorry,” he exclaimed in a voice dripping with mock sweetness.

”didn’t see you there.”

it would’ve been fine until his next comment, which you unfortunately overheard.

”these dumb fucking bitches. they’re so stupid, can’t even move out of the way. what are they, blind?” he muttered under his breath, tone condescending.

you burst into tears right then and there, unable to stop the overflow of emotions.

you walked away as quick as you could, wanting to kill yourself right there.

”so emotional, and over what?”

his laugh rang down the hallway, following and taunting you.

—

you don’t know what had come over you that day. before that you had always tried to keep your emotions in check, always tried to stop the tears from coming out in front of people you didn't know.

maybe hearing your crush degrade and insult you had just struck a chord or something.

—

weak coughs wracked your frail body, using up the little energy you had left.

you were on your death bed (quite literally! you were laying on your bed while dying).

honey yellow flowers surrounded you, their sickly sweet scent making you feel nauseous.

you choked up another batch of the flaxen flowers, watching them flop forward onto your bed sheets, staining them a dull crimson because of the blood on them.

with half lidded eyes, you stared at the carnations. your mind was hazy, and your vision blurred.

if you recalled correctly, they symbolized disdain and rejection.

how fitting.

[fairielux]

guys someone pls rb this with that landoscar holding a baby and twinking out family pic pls i cant find it PLEASE I NEED THAT PIC

edit:

found it

[pup-pee]

he is the dirt under my fingernails

[marekh00]

Things I need:

Thigh-highs, for research purposes

Arch Linux, because epic

That no one sees this

[yourfallenang3l]

Here to feed the Krisnix shitposting🫡

I’m gonna starting active here and I’ll post my socials sometime here soon!! Just so I can be supported on other accounts of mine.

[bluewolfangel01]

-Insomniac Mc-

I need Belphie to exist so he can come knock my ass out so I can go to sleep, I want to sleep but my body apparently thinks otherwise and I don't like it

Mc sometimes has trouble sleeping, the cause can range from nothing to a whole bunch of stuff happened and they still have to much energy that makes em feel not tired

Whenever this happens and Mc knows/wants to go to sleep they'll go to Beel and Belphie's room

This kind of thing has happened before quite a few times and Belphie has given permission to Mc that if they can't ever sleep and he isn't already sleep snuggling with them, then they are allowed to go to his/Beel's room or the attic and wake him up ever so slightly

He actually loves when they come to him for some sleep aid cause he gets the brag about helping them, having a cuddle buddy, and there's also the morning after where his brothers scramble to find Mc because they weren't in their room just to find them cuddled up with Belphie (the smirk he wears on his face when they walk into his room ✋️)

Of course he doesn't want Mc to have those types of nights, he doesn't want them to have a difficult time getting sleep, especially with all the craziness that happens daily, but he does enjoy the rare nights when those nights do happen

And no he doesn't make it to where they can't sleep, he let's it happen naturally

Once getting to the twins' room Mc will just crawl in bed with Belphie and will move him to where their chin is on his head and wrap their arms around him

He is big living cow plushie, fight me on that but not really

Belphie will either wake up slightly or just sense Mc's presence, either way once he knows they're there, he knows what's up and starts helping his precious human get the restful sleep they deserve

[pxtched]

guys let me cook

UPDATE: ITS DONE! CHECK IT OUT

[jack-the-killler]

My brain every time I come across a minor inconvenience.

[nostalgia-tblr]

I thought it'd be handy to have a tag for Sylvie being shady in fics, to make it easier to find. But what? 'Shady Sylvie'? 'Trickster Sylvie'? Then I remember that 'Warning: Loki' is a tag and as the saying goes what's good for the gander should also be offered to the goose, so

Warning: Sylvie

[arehz-da-ghost]

Lmao wtf

[quollwithaquill]

Been drawing Sonadow daily until I improve over on the twidder

[sosusiski]

RISK OF RAINHhhheheheehhehehehje :::::)))))))

im multifandom nd i have adhd so you have to accept it 🤑🤑

[parmezanarts]

I love him, he's in my will

I drew this with my finger because the spen is LOST!! terrible really-

[pup-pee]

she red on my stoner until the red sun never sets IT NEVER SETS I AHVENT SLEPT