#columbiners dni

[cyb3r-g0thic]

do u get gender euphoria when u look at photos of ur favorite goth/metal/industrial musicians or are u normal?

[testure-1988]

Me I Funk - KMFDM

[rowinablacks-moodboardsandstims]

We shoot you down

We come around

And when we blow off that trigger, get down

We shoot you down, we come around

The gun goes click, click, click

Skynd Stimboards: Columbine

[hexmari]

What a loser

[shottacon-pinkiepie]

top 10 killers id rail

1.

none. this is insanely inconsiderate and distasteful. if youd EVER make a post such as this you are disrespectful and insane. dont you know real lives were lost? you shouldnt romanticise killers. why would you EVER think that thered be a serious post like this out there? you need serious help.

2.

[dylrics]

hello, everyone! my name is dylan, and

i’m a dylan klebold factive. i make decor,

so feel free to request something! i also

make edits, you can find them on my tt.

you can request an edit as well! ⠀🤍

my tiktok is @onlineraver, & my discord

is @cymrici! i’m also pretty lonely, so feel

free to dm me and chat with me some!

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ p.s. ⠀ ⠀i ⠀own ⠀a ⠀ server!

[tragshur]

not the usual shit i post, but UGHH i love these screen caps of sascha… lowk want his hair, he looks badass here (video on yt from an mtv interview with sascha and en esch)

[vamgumi]

tcc i do not fw ya’ll, i do not fw columbine shooter fanatics ur getting a hard block u guys are extremely extremely weird

[fictional-lover-27]

OKAY SO.

I need to talk about something really important.

Lately I've been getting a lot of followers on this blog and that's like really epic, it's cool to see other fictional lovers around the place, but something I won't tolerate is TCC (true crime community) people following or sharing my posts.

Simping for fictional murderous characters it's okay, fictional characters haven't done horrific stuff on this world and isn't disrespectful. However, simping for fucking Jeffrey Dahmer, Ted Bundy or the Columbine shooters isn't okay, its disgusting and very disrespectful to the family and friends of the victims or any form of intelligence in this planet.

So yeah, if you are from the TCC (which in itself isn't bad, it's just people interested in true crime) and share my stuff tagging like "uwu my beautiful Dahmer would be like this" then stfu and im blocking you.

Yeah that's all i need to say.

Again, fictional evil people who've killed people is okay and valid (like idk any JoJo character, Anakkin Skywalker, Tord) but the line gets totally stept on when it comes to real killers or shooters who've actually hurt people and leave pain in this world for the family and friends of the victims to endure.

[t8-ak47]

<-.poser boy.->

~WARNINGS~ male orgasm, teasing, nipple play, slight angst, handjob (m receiving), dryhumping

DNI UNDER 16

“Mmm…”

If there was one good thing about being dead, it was the fellow ghosts. Half of you regretted trodding to the abandoned mansion at the end of the street, where you ended up being stabbed to death and robbed by who would have been a potential weed dealer. But the other half…damn. Sometimes being dead was not all bad.

When you first met Tate Langdon, you assumed the worst. After all, he was some wannabe Columbine-copycat, some masochist attention-seeker who sat in his room all day and listened to poser bands like Nirvana. You were more than that, weren’t you? He was just some edgy teen. Well, so you thought.

But now here you were, sitting on his bed with your lips mashed against his. His soft tongue kept poking out tenderly, swooning your lips into opening just enough so he could press his tongue’s tip against yours. He let out a soft whine before tugging you closer.

You kept your eyes shut as he pulled your shirt over your head, still too embarrassed to make eye contact with the boy you convinced yourself you hated. As he kitten-licked your chest, you tried to let your mind wander to think of anything but the poser boy grabbing your waist. But you couldn’t. Instead all you could do was grab his hair by the roots and squeeze your eyes shut as he drew perfect little circles around your hard nipples with the tip of his tongue.

“Fuck yes…”

Damn, he was vocal, and that made it all the worse. It was hard to pretend it wasn’t him when he was humping your thigh and moaning into your skin. You felt his throbbing erection against you and you laid there quietly, not knowing how to respond. You died without your first kiss, but God forbid you let Tate know that. And to know he somehow craved you this badly, it was more of an ego boost than anything. That was, if you ignored the ache nestled under your hips. But that had to be unrelated, right? You couldn’t be horny for the loser lapping at your chest.

You watched blankly he hastily tugged his dick out of his pants and gave it two quick strokes to help ease the aching. Precum was dripping in little clear beads from the tip, and out of sheer boredom (as you tried to convince yourself) you began to rub your thumb softly on the swollen tip. He let out a loud whine and buried his face in your neck.

“Please…please…I needa cum…”

How fucking pathetic. And yet, you were tugging softly at his throbbing cock, wondering wistfully how he would feel tucked deep inside you. He let out another loud moan as he clawed at your waistband, feeling your arousal through your pants. It felt good. So good.

“C’here.”

You whispered as you let your legs fall apart. He immediately nodded with understanding and began rubbing his tenderness against your crotch. With each hump, his eyes rolled back into his head. You almost did not notice that now you weren’t just making out with him with your eyes open, but you were checking him out. Pools of precum from his leaking cock covered the front of your jeans as he mumbled and moaned into your shoulder. With a soft yank you tugged his shirt off, and began rolling his nipples over your thumb as he whimpered into your skin.

A couple more rough humps, and you felt a spurt of warmth against your crotch. But this time you forgot to hold back your moans, and he looked up with soft surprise at the idea you might have just enjoyed this. His cheeks were tinged red and he pressed a soft kiss to your jaw as he rode his orgasm out on your thigh. Your jeans were covered in his warm cum, but somehow you didn’t care.

After the bliss passed, he opened his eyes and his lips curved into a smirk.

“You gotta let me have more.”

The fucking pervert. But somehow you still found yourself tugging your jeans down. So much for pretending.

[cyb3r-g0thic]

TRIGGER WARNING [TW]: mentions of school shootings, specifically Columbine / profanity

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I know this will sound really harsh and I don’t usually make posts like this but if you’re a columbiner, don’t even think about touching my blog.

Y’all are straight up treating two mass shooters like these fictional anime characters and idolizing them, all because “I just have a morbid obsession with true crime, and I actually feel kinda bad for them!!! They were bullied :<“ SHUT THE FUCK UP.

And l don’t give a fuck if you try explaining yourselves in the comments/reblogs, you’re just creating a free blocklist for me :3

[testure-1988]

[artinvain]

vampire!sevika x witch!reader who runs into you at the library when she’s returning books. (no smut … yet!??!) men and minors dni

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ:

Vampire!sevika who smells you, sickly sweet smell of a bakery, cigarettes and coffee. whose mouth starts to taste metallic. standing there and scenting the air, her eyes scrunched shut so no one sees the whites have turned crimson and her pupils are blown and black.

who tries to smile at you but feels her fangs extending a pain of hunger growing in her so she has to feed before she even comes near you.

vampire!Sevika who ignores all your advances with a smile and flippancy because she’s afraid she’ll hurt you if she gets too close.

vampire!Sevika whose hunting and spots you on a picnic, and has to claim she was hiking because she was caught staring.

vampire!Sevika who has to join you — seeing you alone in the woods too worrisome for her to leave you.

vampire!Sevika who then warms up to the idea of being around tou, not because she was dangerous but because she could protect you from things much worse than her

vampire!Sevika who starts leaving flowers at your work.

vampire!Sevika who is so used to providing she nearly cries when you send her your favourite book you “think you’ll really enjoy. It seems to match your old soul” with a plate of baked cookies on top.

vampire!Sevika who has her team watch out for you (as in stalk you 24 hours and report your movements back to her)

she thinks it’s the way you get to know someone — watch you , learn what you like so that she can anticipate your needs and be a good partner.

vampire!Sevika who thinks she’s ready to have dinner at your place when you offer.

and is stunned to see the sigils and candles, books and herbs inside, crystals lining the walls and refracting light into your living room.

When you stand silently at the door until she asks to be invited in, she’s immediately suspicious.

vampire!Sevika who’s been around long enough to realise you have a cloaking spell rune above your fireplace and knows she fucked.

because she doesn’t know anything about you — all her intel was messed with by your spell.

vampire!sevika who is now an entirely new level of nervous because not only are you intelligent and interesting and funny — you’re also more gorgeous than any face she’s seen in decades. eyes so unwarded and honest, skin soft and dewy. and your hands on hers — god it’s so soft—

and then she realises you’re asking about her daylight ring, you’re very fascinated you know about the type of rock that was used, it’s more popular century, the tiny runes inscribed de dismissed as aging.

vampire!Sevika who doesn’t stay for dinner when she smells your tea, the scent like burning razors in her nostrils. Vervain. A plant near deadly to vampires.

vampire!Sevika who excuses herself saying she has a cold and then receives a care package for her, which makes her realise the cookies you baked didn’t have any vervain in them. So she tries the food and it’s fine. more than fine it’s incredible. It makes her so hungry she has to feed.

vampire!sevika who only feeds on what she declared “scum of the earth,” she didn’t do it often at the risk of being caught but some nights, (like where she sees two men pulling a knife on a woman walking home from work — well with a knife it’s easy to make the deaths look … natural) she’s lucky.

vampire!Sevika who invites you over to her loft, it’s actually more dated than you’d expect. gold-yellow and red lilac and columbine flower wallpaper in the living room’s feature wall. With more modern pops in the furniture and essentials.

“A lot of your stuff is… antique,” you say smiling politely, a furrow in your brow. and Sevika laughs at the way you sit very very carefully on an old chesterfield sofa.

“I’ve reinforced them,” Sevika explains “they are old but, I can’t seem to let them go,”

“Family heirloom?” You guess, a lot of the stuff in here was too fancy to be sold at regular antiques in your area, which meant Sevika was rich, according to her furniture you guessed old money rich.

“that’s insane to have a family tree you can trace so far back you could have your own heirloom”

it was her brothers. they sat on it every night together in his first and only home, and talked in depth about nothing at all.

“My family is close, I am grateful,” Sevika says

the look in your eye. a twinkle of playful curiosity,

“and the ring is an heirloom also?” You ask, standing up to take another look around.

“this stuff if very english — your accent —“

”we moved when I was very little,” she interrupted quickly, that wasn’t entirely false. “I’ve lived here all my life,” that was lie.

you smile at her and quirk your head. she was so… guarded.

“what about your family?” Sevika asks, stepping toward you and guiding you with her hand on your lower back to the sofa. she opens a bottle of wine and pours it for you when she hears you say “salem” and nearly spills. you pretend not to notice and take the glass, thanking her.

“yeah, we fled during the salem trials, there was a much bigger pool of people then, than what’s documented,” you say and Sevika turns to you

”witches then,” Sevika says and lets a giggle slip when you say “of course, have you seen the way I dress?” so wooed by your boldness because yes, she has noticed the way you dress and she thinks you’re some kind of deity, the way your dresses and skirts fall over your thighs, and the way your jean overalls highlights your arms. she’s always mesmerised.

“you are a little whimsical, you sent me the metamorphosis by Franz kafka!” She rolls are eyes at the memory, she was kind of offended when she got it because really? but then when she read it with your note at the end she knew you were referencing yourself, explaining the way your mind works without really having to tell her. So Sevika is gentle with her words around you, makes sure your needs get catered to and makes sure that you always feel secure and loved. 🏷️ @archangeldyke-all @sexysapphicshopowner @iamaboringrattat @sapphicsgirl @sevsbaby @bimboprincezz @opropheticsoul

[hexmari]

Get a load of these guys

[reverend-hammerman]

𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐~~

Hello!~

My name is Trevor but you can just call me Trev.

I'm 17 years old, cis male (cringe 💀)

Not new to TCC or Tumblr

Favorites;; Academy maniacs (duh), Columbine, Pekka, Cho Seung-Hui, Adam Lanza, Jodi Arias, Sol Pais, Nevada-Tan, Yuka Takaoka, Andrew Blaze (I fucking love herrrr), Salvador Ramos, Viktor Sayenko, Vladislav Roslyakov

DNI;; Antis! And if you just generally disagree with what I say lmao (I'm a very questionable individual)

𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌, 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕~~

You can message me if you want! Asks are also open! (I'm very lonely-)

Beware of my hornyposting!! (I do it a lot)

[vodka-ss-soldat]

Finally a fucking intro

Snifs foot* mmmm

- I'm VoDKA, or whatever you want to call me I don't really care

Ehrm...

- He / him, yeah, that, I don't really know how to do this

- English / Spanish

- I like videogames a LOT, programming, french fries, weapons, Dr. Pepper nom nom nom

- Don't really have a DNI, I'm too lazy to block someone

- I usually listen to almost everything, but my favorites are NIN, Oasis, KMFDM, The Smashing Pumpkins, Marilyn Manson, Nirvana, HIMALAYAS and a lot more

- I like all school shooting cases, although Columbine is my #1

I'm WRATH!