#cw true story

[professorcalculusstanaccount]

the gang goes fishing. dog goes for a swim

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#comic #fanart #tintin #adventures of tintin #professor calculus #cuthbert calculus #chang #snowy #milou #my stories #the beast of loch broom #blood cw #long post #this is how big snowy imagines himself to be #this is his true form #i have one more scene from this story planned out im gonna clean up

[mcnostril]

These events are in no way fictionalized.

The knowledge that such things are possible may shatter your very perception of reality.

#mcnostril #comics #cw blood #true story

[desultory-novice]

"Darkened Skies"

Dark Matter is a very lonely person... When he saw Dream Land, a place where everyone is friends, he became jealous. He's unable to say 'be my friend.'

...But you don't always need to say it to be heard...

Kirby of the Stars is rather new to the whole hero business, but he has saved the day twice now at least. Kirby knows that when you do bad, you have to be stopped. But he also knows that sometimes, you can do the wrong thing while still being a good person inside...

Villainy and friendship are not mutually exclusive to Kirby.

And he can always sense when you're hurting...

[Bonus First Draft]

Noir's "bad deal" imprisonment to Dark Matter during their talk was initially gonna be more of a metaphohrical one. I'd wanted to draw it as if he were literally shackled TO the Dark Matter Blade (:metaphor:) or as if the blade was what was trapping him there.

However, my snarky brain coulnd't stop asking, "Why doesn't Kirby just, like, break the chains and free him then? XD" thus I settled on the idea above of Noir only briefly emerging partway from the darkness before he is swallowed up by it once more.

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[Apologies AU Masterpost]

[Next] “Last Will”

#Apologies AU #Kirby #noir (human form dms) #dark matter swordsman #cw: angst #This was not in my initial drafts for the story (thus the different style) but once it got in my head I had to draw it >w< #Btw people really liked the idea of yesterday's DL3 Noir which makes me want to keep that as Apologies canon too #Though - emotionally - this is probably Noir's 'true' death #It represents the last time his soul gets to communicate to the others on something resembling his own behalf

[dragonflavoredcake]

[Architechs sleepover] Iskall: What if we played two truths and a lie? Mumbo: Yeah, that sounds fun Grian: I love this game, I'll go first! Grian: My eyes are green, I have a degree in biology, and I once ate an entire watermelon in one sitting Mumbo: That's too easy—! Iskall: His eyes are blue. Mumbo: Mumbo: YOU ATE AN ENTIRE WATERMELON—?!

#okay this is actually true #grian DID eat an entire watermelon in one sitting when he was 13 or 14 #he told the story in a 2017 “drawing movie titles with 2 letters missing badly” video #someone made an animatic of it and I couldn't resist sharing this information #incorrect hermitcraft quotes #hermitcraft incorrect quotes #grian #pesky bird #iskall #iskall85 #iskall87 #mumbo #mumbo jumbo #architechs #waffle duo #end busters #hermitcraft #hermitblr #cw food

[viliantropy-art]

[WIP] true life au

#sth #amy rose #metal amy rose #sth true life au #myart #sth au #sonic au #cw major character death #It does have a story and I'm still trying to iron it out (it's a bit convoluted BUT it presents my sweet boy Metal soon so YEY) #I want you to see my little feral son!!!! #But for now it will be my og sweetie

[defilerwyrm]

Oh, Alcohol.

Barenaked Ladies saved me from a life (and possibly death) as an alcoholic.

Let me explain:

My first official, tax-paying job as as a mutuel teller at a horse track in the mid aughts. I worked for $8.15/hour most of the year and during live season (when races were taking place at my track) they bumped it up to $8.50. During live race nights, I could easily pull in $100 in tips in a night.

You would have thought that a nearly-homeless college dropout trapped in a relationship he didn’t yet fully realize was extremely abusive would have squirreled that away to make a better life for himself, but no. My coworkers (including The Ex From Hell) liked to go drinking at the restaurant/bar across the highway from the track after live race nights—twice a week—and I, being starved for company and having TEFH as my only ride home, went with them.

It was always a jolly old time. I drank so many mudslides & flying grasshoppers and ate so many mozzarella sticks you wouldn’t believe. My regular bartender and I (and that phrase should set off alarm bells in your head already) developed a new drink! It’s still one of my favorites. Here, let me share it with you:

AQUA VELVET 2 parts blue curaçao 2 parts Midori (melon liqueur) 1 part pineapple juice spritz of Sprite Shake with ice, strain, serve cold in a hurricane glass.

Fucking incredible drink.

But yeah. I drank pretty heavily every night we went out. Drank until I got loose and loopy and extremely homosexual. Drank until I didn’t care about the dysphoria I was trying to ignore and the mental illness & traumas I couldn’t afford to get help for. Until, for just a few hours, I was happy.

And then one night as “Closing Time” by Semisonic played on the speaker system and I received my solo bill, I really looked at it and realized I’d spent literally all of my tip money for that day’s work. I spent over $100 on alcohol in one sitting—in 2007 or 2008 money, on an $8.50/hour wage. Moreover, I’d drank over a hundred dollars worth of booze specifically for the goal of getting drunk and staying that way.

As a sidebar, one of the many things wrong with me is moderate/severe OCD. My most intrusive symptom is endomusia—music stuck in my head…every…waking…moment. As in, I can tell when I’ve woken up because that’s when the music starts. (In a fascinating twist, my father and brother both suffer this, too.) Any little thing that I see or hear or think about could set off a new song playing on repeat in my head.

And in that moment, looking at that staggering total on my receipt for the night, I heard Barenaked Ladies jamming their way through a syncopated bridge:

I thought that drinking just to get drunk was a waste of precious booze

Had it not been for that song, I would not have known that drinking to get drunk on a regular basis was a classic sign of alcoholism. But because I knew and loved that song, and because I had that moment of crystalline clarity at something like one in the morning, I realized that I had a fucking problem and I needed to stop.

I am immeasurably lucky that I came to this realization before my alcoholism developed into an actual dependency instead just of a deeply stupid bad habit I did for fun twice a week. I don’t take for granted that it could have been the end of me if not for that single moment. As much horrific shit as has happened to me in my life, holy fuck have I ever gotten some lucky breaks.

I don’t drink much nowadays, and haven’t for almost a decade. I don’t really like how it makes me feel most of the time. I just finished a top shelf margarita before writing this, in the safety of my own home, and it’s—I think the second alcoholic drink I’ve had this year.

So yeah. Music saves lives, y’all.

#cw alcohol #alcoholism #addiction #true story #about me #don’t mind me

[clowny-rolls]

Jevil plays "Funkytown" on loop...

"quite a nice addition to your face if i say so myself!"

#cw: gore #jevil #kris deltarune #this is based off a true horror story #deltarune

[sossity]

So @skellydun is back and doing let’s plays on youtube now--if you like low res horror w/ funny charismatic hosts definitely check him out, he’s really good--and his latest video brought back a memory that I haven’t really thought about for a very long time, and thought I might as well share with the internet.

So growing up we couldn’t afford full destination vacations.  Mostly when my dad had time off, we’d stay at home, play games, maybe do a few things nearby or find something cool and semi-touristy we could do in a day trip.  But my mom has always had a deep and abiding love for the beach, which was just far enough to make day trips a pain.  So what we ended up doing a handful of times in my tween years was go, stay for a couple of nights, be very frugal while we were there, and go home.  

But as I said, we couldn’t afford much.  And by couldn’t afford much, I mean the decent hotels around our usual beach were by far out of our reach.  What we could afford was a couple of nights at a cheap motel.  Back then (I’m talking late 90′s) it was still a pretty family-friendly area, even still, but...yeah.  There were some that my mom took one look at (or one smell) and walked right back to the car. (Fun fact: one of the ones that actually met our low bar made the news a couple of decades later for an outbreak of Legionnaire’s disease!) 

If you’ve never stayed at a run down motel, I actually recommend trying it at least once.  Not alone.  Especially not alone if you’re a woman.  But it’s an odd, liminal experience that I don’t know if I’ve had anywhere else.  You can’t sleep.  You won’t.  (If you do, it’s not that run down.)  You’ll watch old tv and sit out on the balcony in the middle of the night in a space where everything’s transitional and time has no meaning besides ‘not light yet.’  It kind of sucks, and is kind of magic, and you’ll be glad when it’s over and you’re drinking coffee at sunrise and moving on.  (Also bring your own pillows, don’t walk on the carpet in your bare feet, and wear sweatpants to bed, trust me on this)

So after a while we did find a decent spot that was fairly clean, didn’t have too many problems, and wasn’t too far from the beach, and we went back there a few times.  It was nice, and I have plenty of good memories of that place.

Except the last time we went on one of these trips.

It was high summer and our usual place was full.  I don’t know if my parents forgot to make reservations, or if it wasn’t something we usually bothered with, but there we were with our bags in our car and doing our old routine of trying to find a place that wasn’t too moldy or visibly stained.

Fortunately up the same road a little bit was another motel that wasn’t full.  It even looked similar to the other one, it may have been built at the same time.  It even was clean.  So we took a room, went off to have fun, and didn’t think too much about it.

Until it was night and we were trying to sleep.  And the guys in the room next door (I think they were college-aged) apparently thought this was a GREAT time to have a party!  Loud, thumping music, yelling voices, all up against our wall.  We were annoyed as hell, but did our best to ignore it for a while.

Until they started banging on our door. 

They banged loud and long, and started shouting for help.  There were several of them.  Maybe they actually needed help, god knows.  They definitely sounded drunk and/or high.  But yelling and pounding on the door and trying to peek in the window of the family next door was NOT the way to get us to open up. 

We absolutely did not help.  We sat there with the lights off, trying to be completely silent, hoping they’d think we were out somewhere.  My mom was by the bed trying to figure out the motel phone (press these series of digits for an outside line! Then dial the long number on the back of the phone card you have purchased at any convenience store in the area!) so that we could call the cops, but couldn’t get it to work.  As I mentioned before, this was the 90s, so no cell phones.  So we just...hid.  And hoped they’d give up trying to pound down the door and that nothing worse would happen. 

They gave up pounding on the door.

In the morning, we got the fuck out of there.

I was already in the car, so I heard this part from my mom secondhand (I don’t think she would have wanted me there anyway): As we were putting our stuff in the car, my mom bumped into the lady who ran the place, as she was already starting to straighten out the rooms. (Again, these were small, cheap places that didn’t have a lot of (or any) staff, maybe 7-8 rooms total.)  My mom, of course, told her what happened.  Naturally she was like “what the fuck I don’t run a place like that” and right there and then, with my mom, she took her master key and opened up the guys’ room.

The boys staying there were already long gone.  Their room was covered in blood.

#don't even know what to tag this really #cw: blood #cw: creeps #true story #iirc they trashed the room too #so yeah we didn't really do vacations after that

[threadbareturnbacks]

#black sails #john silver #treaure island #robert louis stevenson #black sails poll #long john silver #i am certain both stories are true #amputation cw #are there any fics that cover the missing leg question?

[plaguedmothofficial]

The Ultimate NSFL Iceberg

The Gore God’s Cut

Another look into the most disturbing media in our world this time descending by order of obscurity like traditional icebergs, and NO easing into the content.

No recycled scripts or media, all new narration with consistent flow and audio. The bottom of this iceberg will shake even the most seasoned Gore Hound…

This project will not be on YouTube. My premium pages are linked on my page.

TIER I

CHECHLEAR

FUNKYTOWN

ISIS SLAUGHTERHOUSE

MEXICAN CHAINSAW MASSACRE

RUSSIAN LATHE ACCIDENT

GHOST RIDER

#gore god #cw: gore #gore #plagued moth #goth girl #egirl noods #spicy content #horror #shock value #trending #scary #true creepy stories #crime #documentary #youtuber #youtube #disturbing #true crime #iceberg #wendigoon #videos #rotten #liveleak #best gore #funky town #liminal space #original art #videography #vhs aesthetic

[onconstellationstreetmp3]

sometimes people have the tendency to conflate ‘this portrays bigotry’ & ‘this condones bigotry/is itself bigoted’

#me.txt #📔 #specifically ☝️ im thinking about an article i read that argued cruising 1980 was homophobic because (cw) one of the opening scenes involve #a cop sexually assaulting a trans sex worker & later when the woman reports it the cop she talks to ignores her & claims shes lying #(later in the film he sees that she wasnt & he had been wrong all along by the way) #& the argument was because it showed how the police hurt queer people it *checks notes* supports the cops hurting queer people? #which isnt remotely the case? #because rhe fucking Point of the scene was to establish how the police are the true villain even though the protagonist is one? #my point is. people act like protagonists doing a thing is equivalent to the story that theyre in supporting the thing #or protagonists being bigoted is equivalent to the story itself being bigoted #like have you considered that the actions that you consider problematic or story that you consider problematic maybe i dont know says somet #ing about what the story is trying to SAY & the POINT the author is trying to make instead of crying about someone PORTRAYING OPPRESSION

[raspberry-arev]

INKTOBER make up work DAY 11: WANDER

I recreated an older pic I've drawn of the Spring Siblings TM, only older now

#alice oseman #osemanverse #heartstopper #solitaire #osemanverse fan art #tori spring #charlie spring #oliver spring #cw self harm scars #I mean kinda I made a stroke with a brush before I thought better of it... but it's true to the story you know!

[desultory-novice]

“The Master Clown”

“...Marx... WHAT did you put on my head.” “Pfft! Hahahahahah!” “And WHY won’t it come off...??” “You look gr-...AHAHAHA! You look GREAT Mags!”

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“Beautiful”

<SPOILERS FOR ARC 2 CONTENT / Angst>

“The ‘most beautiful wings’ I told him... Yeah...right.... As if even the power of the Ancients... ...could make me anything less than a monster...”

#kirby #MariPav #Kirby gijinka #Magolor #Marx Kirby #The first is based on a true (?) story #That is to say I stuck my magnetic Marx doll... #...onto the wig model I use as a drawing ref for Magolor's hood #Marx used magic to stick it to Magolor's head of course #I actually sketched both of these a bit ago #Which is why I’m posting them now #DEFINITELY need to slow down on posting #Produced a shocking amount of content this month #The power of a good remake... #cw: eye contact

[fictionkinfessions]

for the canon playlists thing: the fandom would probably be pretty chill about mine since like 99% of the songs on my playlist are super fast energetic rock/pop-punk stuff (<- music genres people typically associate me with) but i feel like people wouldnt be a fan of the fact that i also put like 1 mother mother song in there lol - sonic the hedgehog

🌋

#fictionkinfessions #fictionkin #for-true-story #sonicthehedgehogkin #segakin #mother mother cw #mod party cat #gamrep #canon playlists

[your-talos-is-problematic]

like to scan twelve and a half chewable Tylenols at three in the morning reblog to projectile vomit laxative juice so hard you can’t taste artificial fruit flavors for weeks after without wanting to throw up

#true stories from my hospital stay #not tes #cw vomit

[eddiescouch]

What??

sorry this has taken me so long to answer. The brain wasn't cooperating.

I'm talking about Askia Khafra, 21, who died while digging tunnels for an undergound bunker for Daniel Beckwitt, 30, in 2017. An electrical fire started in the tunnels and a combination of hoarding conditions, and Daniel abandoning him, lead to his death. It's relevant to note through all this that Askia is black and Daniel is white. If you want the full details, there's an excellent documentary done with a lot of love for the family and their cooperation that I'll link at the end. This is the cliff notes of it.

Askia met Daniel while chatting on an investment forum. Askia had been trying and failing to get startup capital for his business. Originally he had tried for the Thiel Fellowship, which required him to drop out of college. During that time, Daniel had been giving Askia advice and offered to invest. After he failed to get the fellowship, Daniel also stopped replying to him for weeks.

Eventually Askia messaged Daniel begging for help, saying that he would do literally anything from taking on the investment as debt (over $10,000), working minimum wage, or both by working directly for Daniel. Daniel took him up on that and hired him for $150/day to dig tunnels under his house for a bomb shelter in case North Korea decided to nuke them.

Daniel was a maladjusted recluse who considered himself a hacker. Some of his favorite hobbies were literally harassing the Phone Losers of America (a phone phreaking group with an attitude a few shades nicer than 4chan), spending time on actual 4chan, and trying to remotely destroy a hard drive with things like thermite. In his dorm room. After the FBI was called to investigate him for hacking his school network, they ended up having to call the bomb squad and they found enough evidence to arrest him on. To celebrate he had an AMA on 4chan. Ultimately he was expelled from college.

Don't worry! Though he was kicked out in disgrace he returned home to an inheritance of over two million dollars which he invested into bitcoin and made multi-millions. That was how he ended up in the position to invest in Askia's business.

Though the two actually only lived a few miles apart, Daniel kept Askia literally in the dark by blindfolding him, extending the drive to his house for hours, and leading him by key-lanyard into the house. Askia thought he was in Virginia, miles away, until he smuggled in a gps and realized he was actually at Daniel's home. Askia would be kept there for days, sometimes weeks at a time. He was only ever allowed in the basement and tunnels which had no bathroom save for a bucket for waste. A mattress, microwave, mini fridge, and ceiling fan made up the amenities. The only way for Askia to contact Daniel was through google voice, not an actual telephone, or banging on the wall when the wifi went out in the tunnels which happened frequently.

The night of the fire Askia tried multiple times to alert Daniel that something was wrong. Six hours from when Askia messaged him, Daniel flipped the house breakers and responded acknowledging the 'major electrical failure' but that Askia should 'just put it on a different circuit'. Over the next five hours Daniel would receive three more messages from Askia, including one saying he definitely smelled smoke, and ignored the alert from the first floor carbon monoxide detector. He continued to believe the only issue was a power outage and only tried flipping breakers to fix the issue.

On the return from his last trip down into the basement, where he had not checked on Askia, he heard an explosion back in the basement and smoke began to pour up into the first floor. Daniel went back outstairs and shouted for Askia, trying to warn him about the fire. He heard Askia yell back with a drowsy tone that would have easily pointed to carbon monoxide poisoning. Despite assuming that Askia was very close to him, he didn't try to go to him, help him, or even call to direct him to the safe side of the basement. Instead he ran outside and called for help.

Firefighters found Askia, naked, lying on his back on top of a power generator. He was in the laundry room, like Daniel had assumed, and was actually only steps away from Daniel if he'd tried to save him. Askia was so badly burned he could only be identified by dental record.

Daniel was sued by Askia's family for wrongful death in 2018, and sued by the county to have the tunnels filled in which has not yet been done. In 2019, Daniel was put on trial and was found guilty of involuntary manslaughter and second degree depraved heart murder. Though the minimum sentence for a depraved heart murder is 10 years, the judge only served him nine while praising him for his intelligence. This was further reduced to five years, and in 2022 he got probation with five years of probation and 250 hours off community service, after only three years in prison.

#true crime #murder #cw: anti-blackness #true crime documentary #Oki's weird stories