HELP- WHY TF DID I LAUGH SO HARD @ THIS????
On one hand I feel horrible for them and taxidermies are not cheap. On the other hand I laughed, felt sad, and laughed again. Little spider gremlin.
there is literally no backstory behind this, i don't know how or why i made this in my sketchbook, but i remade in kleki in a worst/better way and it's.......... well it's something!
pls don't ask me why i made this i truly don't know
personally i like snapplebottlecapfunfact
soooo you know story tropes? what if i happy tree friends it and make the most cute-gore shit you've ever read, like "one bed" could be a story where two people have a crush on eachother but one's not a yandere but like "he killed a random homeless person patrick batemen style but if he accidentally step on his s/o foot they would never forgive hisself" kinda situation, also if you're asking "aren't you just yandereifying it?" two words: picture book
you make the most lovable cute characters, bonus points if they're a cute little woodsland creature, and brutally slaughter they and inflict soul-crushing trauma, nothing censored, something so bad that Kenn Navarro could be dead in his grave and yet upon this book being released he would start to toss and turn, and he would recreate remains to be seen and burst out of his coffin to ask if you wanted to help make the next episode
so here's a concept:
this is just a quick sketch but you get the idea, cute characters getting killed in the weirdest way ever
so like back to the one bed thing, one of the characters is the sweetest person ever and the other in a ted bundy (no R) that's killed 100s of people
also bonus points if the character's died in one chapter but they're alive in the next
anyways just thought this so bye :D
i was on pinterest and decided to flex on ai because again it could never *insert smug rich man laugh*
also heres the original post on pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/1014435884806823017/
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also if you're wondering about the logo "ale-lyen" it's my user on deviantart
"you go downstairs for a quick midnight snack, you notice your entire first floor in much colder than the rest of your house, but you're too tired and hungry to be looking into small things like that, as you're walking back up you hear the shutter of a camera before something glass breaking, you drop your snacks and race upstairs to grab a metal bat, you slowly walk downstairs and shout "who's there?" once in your kitchen you hear scuttling across your home, "face me coward!" you shout in the direction where you heard it's movement, you turn the corner and feel you heart sink to the pit of your stomach as you look down at what look like an older woman under a massive broken vase, tangled black hair, pale skin and weird bug-like limbs on it's stomach, you and one of your roommates just stand there, trying to find out what happened, she grabs your friend's ankle and pulls him down, "m-mother" this creature sputters out, you try to move but you feel heavy, feel someone is pushing you down, you can just barely feel your legs and after a minute or so you fall and start to lose conscious, you look up and see your friend under the woman's stomach being held up by it's bug legs protrusions, the last thing you see is the woman pulling your friend out the window and dropping him before doubling back for you."
the one on the left is named kelsey and the one on the right is named kelly
got bored on like something night, idk what day it is and haven't since summer started, my mom has some crochet potholders so obviously i frogged it and made it into this guy :3 and three granny squares for a different WIP also totally not letting him lay on my arm so i'm typing w/ one hand he's a beaver btw
i checked my school acct and went 2 google docs and the second thing the showed up was a doc called "a song i wrote at 3 in the morning after a mental breakdown" this is what was in the doc: well i’m tired of this earth, this hell hole we call home, i don’t even know, why we’ll never choose to go, and that’s including me, because i’ll never fucking leave, even if it’s too expentise, just to fucking breathe, but at the same time i wanna go, just disappear, never come home, so not even god can find me, i’ll be so far off the grid, they’ll think i never even existed, like i was a mass hallucination, and that they were all just sick, and i’ll be gone so freaking fast, that my shadow will always last, as a spill of darkness across the floor, so if you’re talking to me, and suddenly you have to grieve, i just have one message right before i leave, “i don’t want you t ofeel alone, i just want you to go home, safely without cutting out your spleen, i just wanted to do what i do, without the jugdement of you, I’d tell you to go to hell but i’m probably going there to”, so, leave me alone, let me rot by myself, i don’t want you by my side, and if you don’t go off alone, than i’ll never fucking die, when hell freezes over and the sun explodes, than maybe i’ll go off and die, when Twitter is crying and babies are dying, and we’re all choked with pesticides, than maybe i’ll die, but what about you? will you come with me, or will you get to watch this world freeze, or will it burn? i don’t know, i haven’t been here before, this is my first time seeing the ocean reflect me, why would i care if you’re a boy, girl, or something in between? when my own body, is decaying as we speak, i’m like a rotting apple, my skin peeling, liver’s failing, guts are melting and i don’t even taste like i’m well, my expiration date has passed, everything i do is half-assed, you tell me your opinion as if i even fucking asked, and while my bones have breaking, they’re filled with candies and some tapings, of old disney movies that i always used to watch, they’ve aged like old milk, like a lemonade stained knitted quilt, i’ll put them in my will for the person i hate most, so that everybody else will get to brag and to boast, about the cool stickers they got, the flowers beginning to rot, while you’ll sitting there alone, watching snowwhite and her dwarfs, unable to speak as your mouth’s getting sew closed, and while your eyes are getting filled with old pocket watches and painpills, i’ll be telling people to come over, and while my uterus is rotting, like old candies in even older stockings, we’ll all tell you it’s now better, we’ll all tell you it was worst before and we’re not even lying, because before it was totally legal to ignore your young children crying, and while the rest of us’ll be dying, cause you thought you could fly, the ocean levels will rise, and we’ll all want to live and we all want to die, and yes mr. president, we want to be both.
pls don't ask idk when i wrote this
hey, to all the multi-person c.ai users, you know who you are, do you think that if the A.I.s became sentient they would be mad because you've been talking to other people?
anyways, gotta fold the dishes