#backstabbers

Marius (who was spying on them), when Lestat, after Louis refused, noticed him and called him for help:

HAPPY 3RD BIRTHDAY!🤍

IT'S BEEN THREE YEARS SINCE LUCY AND TIM FIRST DANCED TOGETHER. 🥹

On March 2nd, 11PM, my friend 642spaghettiprincess alerted me that Demon (username: cashgamegamermiracle) that he was being racist and homophobic on Discord. So I had to DM him, and Spaghetti told me that he said her art was "NSFW" because she drew only two girls hugging and being lesbian. Which is very messed up. It's not NSFW. And Spaghetti told me that Demon was taking advantage of me. So I had to force Demon to tell the truth. Why did he do that, and why was he being racist? Otherwise, I will block him, leave his server and ban him from my server, but he told me that his "little brother" was messing with his account by going on his PC and phone, so I told Spaghetti about this and she said that he's lying which I was suspecting that he's lying.

He kept making bullsh*t excuses. I gave him a lot of chances to tell me the truth. But after his last chance, he lied and then he admitted and begged for a chance, so I blocked him, banned him from my server and left his server. A nearly five-month friendship had to be thrown in the bin. My developer friend has scarred me. And I don't know how long it gonna take for me to recover emotionally from this incident.

Demon, if you're reading this, you're nothing but a liar, a racist, a homophobic motherf*cker, a degenerate, a backstabber and a ginormous piece of sh*t. You took literally everything for granted. A simple apology will not clean up the mess that has been made. Karma will one day come back to haunt you. In any case, get off the computer screen, go outside, let the air hit you, touch grass and kick rocks; it'll be a game changer. Good-f*cking-bye!

And here's proof what Spaghetti said about Demon.

And here's proof that Demon was lying and confessing his racism and homophobia.

hey this is old guys as u can tell since I've changed their designs,

I had to post this because I was too lazy to draw this again in my new art style

"It's the one closest to you who could be a traitor."

"You're such a backstabber, you're such a shit talker. And everybody knows.."

It’s me from somewhere out in the world ✉️ I just took a slow shower, and had a cup of warm milk, now I am getting ready for bed.

Before I sleep, I want to talk about instincts turning out to be true… those quiet inner warnings that at first I used to mistake for paranoia or just my own trust issues 🌙 It feels like a heavy thing to bring up in real life, but if you have ever felt the same, then maybe there is comfort in it… because it would mean I am not alone.

I tend to be friendly, almost naturally soft with new people—that is just who I am 🌸 Some might call it people pleasing tendencies, but really, I just like making people feel seen, like they matter more than I do in that moment. I try to stay positive in how I treat others. I lift the energy around me with reassurance and small compliments, because why not? Life feels too beautiful to be cold toward people ✨

But then, something shifted. And I felt it before I could even explain it 🌫️ It started to feel like I was forcing conversations, forcing invitations to lunch, forcing my place in spaces I used to naturally belong to. Slowly, I felt excluded from a circle I did not even realize was closing.

And then I began to wonder… did I do something wrong? Was I too much? Do I not fit here? The questions kept multiplying until I no longer knew which ones were real and which ones were fear speaking 🕊️

So I started observing people more closely, reading patterns, watching how they moved in groups, how they spoke when they thought no one important was listening. And I noticed something unsettling… how often people find comfort in talking about others, especially in unkind ways… and that has never been my world 🌧️

That was when I realized… maybe I had become the subject because I refused to be a participant.

I am thankful, in a quiet way, that I saw it clearly before I became like them 🌿 Still, it is disheartening, is it not? How easily spaces can change, how easily people can turn.

And me… I still just like writing poetry, watching clouds drift like slow thoughts across the sky, and finding the few souls who speak gently, the way I try to ☁️

And if you are reading this and you have ever felt that subtle shift too…

tell me… did you leave quietly, or did you stay long enough to become someone you did not recognize? 🌙