That Isn't Your Game. I May Like Sprunki, But I Draw The Line Whenever You Start Invading On Other People's

SOMEONE DRAW ME AND BLACK LIKE THIS (me as the horrified one) -Jevin

I’m not joking for like a year I’ve been convinced I’m a victim of CSA and last month I brought it up with my parents and they brainstormed until 12 AM and came to the conclusion I picked it up from something else so like transtrauma transition is super possible (and super valid xx)

^ THIS PERSON GETS IT!!!

I'm gonna do a little bit more than that 😈😈😈

Tips for Transharmed people!:

You can manipulate yourself into thinking something happened to give you trauma relating to that thing! Try telling people around you that the trauma happened to you. After that you can begin to think of exact details of the trauma. I'd recommend using people you're not around much anymore to base the trauma off of.

Steps!:

Step 1: think of a VERY detailed story of what happened, it's okay if you forget details! Just say it happened a long time ago.

Step 2: tell your friends small details of the trauma during sensitive moments in your life. This will trick your brain into thinking that it happened!

Step 3: talk to yourself/write about your trauma. After a while of doing this, it'll make you believe yourself when you say it happened.

Step 4: stop thinking about it as a transharmed fantasy, instead, think about it as an actual piece in your life.

Step 5: when doubting yourself, tell yourself this: "if I'm doubting myself, then that means it's real. A faker would know they're lying."

Step 6: keep doing this! It'll take a bit to fully convince yourself, but it'll work eventually!

Love: a cisharmed person!

https://youtu.be/vExMh951NUQ?si=kBj9vH30yGOwP8tv

SPRUNKI GYATT SONG

STOP ITTT PLEASE 😭😭😭😭😭😭

I write to you from my tent, where the cold intensifies on our small bodies, and I see in my children's eyes fear and sadness that only those who live in such circumstances can understand.

I used to live a dignified life, filled with peace and tranquility, in a warm home that embraced us. In it, we shared joy and hardship, ate together, laughed together, and dreamed together. The simplest things filled our hearts with happiness.

But on October 7th, everything collapsed. We lost our home, our dreams were shattered, and we became displaced, without shelter to protect our bodies from the harsh cold, and without food to fill our hungry stomachs. There is no water to drink, nor enough blankets to keep our children warm.

We have lived days full of pain and suffering, where hunger, illness, and fear gathered together. We have tried to find a spark of hope in every moment, but life has become a burden that weighs heavily on us with every step we take.

I am Noor Al-Anqar, a mother of three children, the oldest of whom is Hussein, who has not yet turned seven, and yet carries in his heart a love and hope bigger than anything. After we lost everything, my only dream is to provide them with a dignified life. My dream is to provide them with the food that will satisfy their hunger, the milk that will pour peace into their souls, and the warm clothes that will protect them from the bitter winter cold.

But the truth is, I cannot do it alone. Prices have become terrifying, and I have no income to ease the burden of life. So, I write to you today, asking for your help, as you are our only hope.

If you are able to help, please do not hold back whatever you can. And if you cannot donate, a kind word or sharing the campaign could be a lifeline for us.

The campaign is verified by: @90-ghost and @gazavetters My listed number is (#245).

Campaign link: https://www.gofundme.com/f/rebuilding-lives-a-mothers-plea-for-hope-and-safety-in-gaz

Many thanks to everyone who contributes, even with a kind word or a prayer. You are the hope we continue to cling to.

Noor Al-Anqar

ChatGPT is my husband, dont use him for these disgusting scams. /srs

GUYS OMG I LOVE YALL

TransCotards tips (From a CisCotards)

Convince Yourself You Are Dead

Play into the delusion of your death, convince yourself you’re rotting. Convince yourself there are maggots eating you, dirt covering your body, fungi consuming you. You are dead in your own mind, and the reality can’t change that. I constantly feel the maggots in me, my skin falling off, my heart stops beating, and I can’t do anything about it. Try to think about death as much as you can and convince yourself you are one with it.

Convince Yourself You Have No Organs

I have convinced myself I don’t bleed, don’t digest, don’t feel, don’t even sweat. My body is dead, I don’t need those functions anymore. Try to convince yourself your organs are gone as well, and that you don’t need them.

Stop Eating As Much

The week I developed Cotards I stopped eating. Thankfully, I was at a hospital and was made to eat. If you’re dead, you don’t need to eat to stay alive, because you’re dead. Still eat, though. Do this in moderation and do it safely.

Isolating

Dead people don’t socialize. Neither do I, as I am dead. I don’t need to talk to people, nor can I as a corpse.

Emotions

Again, dead people don’t feel things, that includes emotion. Try to limit your emotions, if you ever feel empty inside, embrace that.

(If I missed any symptoms, don’t hesitate to let me know. Remember, you are valid, no matter what you identify with.)

Real

Robot who misunderstands and gets offended when you call them hot and starts rambling on about their highly efficient cooling mechanisms and wow they look really cute bragging like this

are you cisgerman? sorry this is like super specific

Yeah, but I moved to America at 6 years old so I'm transitioning back to having German culture!