The People In My Life Keep Saying I'm A Nice. No I'm Not, You've Talk To Me What? Four Times? That's

The people in my life keep saying I'm a nice. No I'm not, you've talk to me what? four times? That's not long enough to say I'm nice. First impressions are not accurate representations. If they actually knew me, they'd stay was far away from me as possible. They would look at me with distain and fear. They would curse my name. They would despise me to the point of obsession. The thought of me would take over their lives, controlling their every being with the hate they've let consume them. They would be puppets, being pulled on the same strings they desperately try to strangle me with. Their attempts are futile, because their motive is futile. The only thing humans can do with hate, is destroy yourselves and the people who care about you.

I am learning to arms; behold my progress.

(Two parts spaghetti and meatballs, one part WALL, one part progress)

I am neither child friendly nor friendly to child. Which, kind of makes me a prick, but maybe I wouldn't be so bad with them if people stop making me participate in their plays. They're children's plays. I'm tired of those adorable little gremlins making me so their dirty work. They're bones are elongating and fusing together at horrifying speeds as their flesh strains to prevent a series of mutilated muscles. In time they will tower over me as my mortal form crumbles.

To which their own

Their face of stone

The heart liquifies

That's such an adorable reaction, I just started screaming when I saw you answered. <3

(The good kind of screaming)

I don't know where I was going nor how it came to this. It drew itself using my hand.

Disregarding the image above, may I ask how you're doing?

Regarding the image above, how does this make you feel?

[I literally made a :D face irl when i opened this 🥺🥺]

Currently eating a sticker.

Wait, so you're ice cream..?

Prove it, what's your favorite gay?