about make a picrew
https://picrew.me/image_maker/41329/
make anything ya want, an oc, yourself, anything just be creative
make anything ya want, an oc, yourself, anything just be creative
about strange experience
i squished my grandma and her meat- i mean her flesh remained in the same shape i squished her.I think i have a shape shifting pokemon for a grandma and i kinda think my dog's gay
about question
with ur 3rd saved photo on ur gallery. Who are u stuck with?
no cheats
what would both of u be doin'?
no cheats
what would both of u be doin'?
about strange experience
about question
Sometimes I get so deep into the gay part of the internet and forget straights exist. Then I go back to real life and realize most people are straight and I get disappointed. Happen to anyone else?
about make a picrew
about writing a book
I am currently planning out a novel to write that I will eventually publish when it is completely written and edited. I have an idea of my story but I would love some opinions or recommendations that could help me.
Could some of you give me things:
- you would love to see in a novel
- you would hate to see in a novel
- any themes you love
- any love interests etc.
I encourage a discussion that could help me on may journey!
Thank you
Could some of you give me things:
- you would love to see in a novel
- you would hate to see in a novel
- any themes you love
- any love interests etc.
I encourage a discussion that could help me on may journey!
Thank you
about make a picrew
Here is the picrew link! Make whatever you want and post it here if you want to. Anything honestly. People, breakfast, parfaits, killers whatever just make it and post it cuz i wanna see your creativity. https://picrew.me
about tell me a joke
about get to know you
i saw the American and british q&a..and i just rly wanna know what questions others have for India.
about make a picrew
https://picrew.me/image_maker/26077
i wanna know what some of yalls look like so use this picrew
i wanna know what some of yalls look like so use this picrew
about make a picrew
about question
Sometimes people will say shit like "you're healthy, but you could use some exercise" to me. I'm 142 lb. Like bitch, I exercise and eat healthy, you're just fatphobic ngl.
about feeling empty
yo so i made a discord and i need members so, please https://discord.gg/gttp8rgw
about question
got asked on my message board what bathroom my “fa*gy confused ass” uses cus of my pronouns and was told that i should be using “it” instead hssgsjh some trolls really just don’t know their limits do they
about question
Love is a weak thing, and it may sound cliche, but evil does overpower love every time, no matter what you say, do or read. That is why, I, Leona Francisca de Paula Juan Nepomuceno María de los Remedios Cipriano de la Santísima, the epitomy of evil have decided. I should use the celestial powers bestowed upon me to rain the universe's worst luck on him, the "Baka Otoko" who never really liked me and just pretended he did!
Where did I hear that phrase you might ask? A female samurai named Misaki had come here after performing harakiri. She educated me quite a lot on her language. "Lies, love, low, luxury, life. Never again will I taste any of these flavours... because tonight is when I will end my suffereing for eternity" was her proclamation before death. However, I bestowed her with my presence as the queen of the underworld who can destroy the entirety of life. Imagine a passionate spree of murder, all over the town. I'm all excited about his execution that is to come.
But then again my unconscious rationality stops my crazed madness. Voices in my head float above and beyond my logic despite my revenge aiming to conquer all. The reason for this dilemma? An ethereal tune that always rings in my head reminding me of the love we once shared. Nobody cared at all, nor ever did, and I think I'm ready to go. That's why... that's why... I shall eliminate it once and for all for the sake of my domain and children.
Whose children you might ask? Well, I did mention that I'm the queen of the dead right? so every vessel is under my command and thus my child. I could raise a whole army if I wanted but then again I don't have enough soul to share with them. Sometimes your heart and soul can be inspired with only a few words, and other times not convinced with even one million words. I am not convinced with his words and thus cannot purify my soul with his lies. Thus, my only way to exact revenge is to use my children as an army by making them zombies instead.
I sang a song, a nursery rhyme filled with my sorrow and demise, the children picked up the different instruments and sang along. Soon enough their flesh began to form and their bodies started to pass the bridge between life and death. They descended upon the spiral abyss and transcended as children with godly bodies and demonic souls. The children's nursery rhyme started frightening everyone in the vicinity and beyond. I shouldn't have resurrected the children without souls, just because I'm a queen of the underworld doesn't mean I should reincarnate the devil's spawns and let them become ostracized by the living. People don't understand what a monster has to go through on the inside. For someone like me, all they see is what you look like, how scary you are, but that doesn't define all of you not even close. The form that you take on the outside preserved what you have on the inside.
Isn’t it weird, that you can see something and you know it's there? But when you come to look at it closer and closer you become confused. You ask questions when you want to know the truth or get answers. You might deny that it is true if you have seen or heard something to deny the truth. Or you might call it a lie because you think it's not true. You live, you pay, you die. When there's no point to anything, why bother even trying to be a decent human being. Yet some cannot forget what they cherish. Even if it doesn't make sense they still do what they feel is right. Such as a girl I know, her mother taken from her, she thought all was lost. Walking towards her mother's grave, she lay down next to it, her cat laying beside her as she began her eternal rest. Even though she doesn't remember that night, she knew she was going insane and woke up a few days later, chained to a hospital bed, her mother beside it, crying her eyes out in her sleep. She had died and become the queen of the underworld. Yet she hadn't forgotten the simple nostalgia such as telling her mother good morning when they left their room at noon, or petting her dogs and loving them forever.
The children who had become full of life had decided to run about and do what they were unable to in their past life. They shall search for the love that they had never gotten from their parents. They will continue searching even if it came to haunt them. But when will they learn to cure the curse of being unloved? Even if these children have been forgotten for some time, their feelings have not disappeared. They become enamored with the truths and lies that have built up the pillars of what they're standing on at the moment. When you ask a question if it is about getting the truth. You might deny that it is true if you have seen or heard something to deny the truth. Or you might call it a lie because you think it's not true. If you think about it more, when you get answers the more questions come to mind. "I never again want to expose the love of my life to all these pent up feelings I have inside. I'd rather die than cause them anymore harm than I already have". But what can you do when you're dead already? Because, it is always children who question the meaning of life and are devoured slowly into the monarchist's bloody teeth and savored, unloved, and unending. The truth and lies that sink into their brains are the downfalls for many of this century.
But alas, our aim is not to relive the past but to punish that evil man who took my heart. The army of the underworld slowly comes about from the dark haze of the city. A powerful mist that had erupted from eons ago and acted as the gates between life and death. No one dares go near it, no one. If you do go near it, people will suspect you are part of it. Yet what they don't know is, queens deserve the broadway walk with smoke machines on their side since it makes it more dramatic darling.
As we walk forward, one of my minions comes close and offers a lucid proposal. "This rope might be a good option, sire. We could use it to obtain the leopard man who is so fast at running away and burn him at the frozen stake." I raised my eyebrows at him, "I'm sorry I meant burn the frozen steak that is him". Seems like their mind has yet to be completely fleshed. I have a question. Why the hell do you think you can stand up to me, your queen, you pawn?! In the ecstasy I felt, I threw my final blade into his heart, his own thumped, in an understanding of what he had done. No one gets to kill my prey without my permission. These bindings are for me to mark upon him. Ah, now that I'm thinking about it...these markings would look amazing on that flesh of his, I'd love to tattoo him all over.
But then again, before making him pay I should wear a disguise. I could also become more chunky since it equals my supremacy. Because, why bother trying to stay skinny and fit when everyone else's comes naturally? It doesn't, does it? These foolish plebians can never live up to all of THIS! I have the best sense of style. Can it, Schazinksky!
You might be asking who I'm planning all this revenge for, right? His name was Thirteen, a name was given to him by his son, who believed thirteen was the worst age a person could be alive at, and he said, "I will take your offer for the 100,000 .... that is, if you give me your daughters life in return."
To be continued....
Props to Dollars and Setton (me lmao) who worked on it! We thank you for reading and we have no clue what we were doing either each individual paragraph is its own little thing
Where did I hear that phrase you might ask? A female samurai named Misaki had come here after performing harakiri. She educated me quite a lot on her language. "Lies, love, low, luxury, life. Never again will I taste any of these flavours... because tonight is when I will end my suffereing for eternity" was her proclamation before death. However, I bestowed her with my presence as the queen of the underworld who can destroy the entirety of life. Imagine a passionate spree of murder, all over the town. I'm all excited about his execution that is to come.
But then again my unconscious rationality stops my crazed madness. Voices in my head float above and beyond my logic despite my revenge aiming to conquer all. The reason for this dilemma? An ethereal tune that always rings in my head reminding me of the love we once shared. Nobody cared at all, nor ever did, and I think I'm ready to go. That's why... that's why... I shall eliminate it once and for all for the sake of my domain and children.
Whose children you might ask? Well, I did mention that I'm the queen of the dead right? so every vessel is under my command and thus my child. I could raise a whole army if I wanted but then again I don't have enough soul to share with them. Sometimes your heart and soul can be inspired with only a few words, and other times not convinced with even one million words. I am not convinced with his words and thus cannot purify my soul with his lies. Thus, my only way to exact revenge is to use my children as an army by making them zombies instead.
I sang a song, a nursery rhyme filled with my sorrow and demise, the children picked up the different instruments and sang along. Soon enough their flesh began to form and their bodies started to pass the bridge between life and death. They descended upon the spiral abyss and transcended as children with godly bodies and demonic souls. The children's nursery rhyme started frightening everyone in the vicinity and beyond. I shouldn't have resurrected the children without souls, just because I'm a queen of the underworld doesn't mean I should reincarnate the devil's spawns and let them become ostracized by the living. People don't understand what a monster has to go through on the inside. For someone like me, all they see is what you look like, how scary you are, but that doesn't define all of you not even close. The form that you take on the outside preserved what you have on the inside.
Isn’t it weird, that you can see something and you know it's there? But when you come to look at it closer and closer you become confused. You ask questions when you want to know the truth or get answers. You might deny that it is true if you have seen or heard something to deny the truth. Or you might call it a lie because you think it's not true. You live, you pay, you die. When there's no point to anything, why bother even trying to be a decent human being. Yet some cannot forget what they cherish. Even if it doesn't make sense they still do what they feel is right. Such as a girl I know, her mother taken from her, she thought all was lost. Walking towards her mother's grave, she lay down next to it, her cat laying beside her as she began her eternal rest. Even though she doesn't remember that night, she knew she was going insane and woke up a few days later, chained to a hospital bed, her mother beside it, crying her eyes out in her sleep. She had died and become the queen of the underworld. Yet she hadn't forgotten the simple nostalgia such as telling her mother good morning when they left their room at noon, or petting her dogs and loving them forever.
The children who had become full of life had decided to run about and do what they were unable to in their past life. They shall search for the love that they had never gotten from their parents. They will continue searching even if it came to haunt them. But when will they learn to cure the curse of being unloved? Even if these children have been forgotten for some time, their feelings have not disappeared. They become enamored with the truths and lies that have built up the pillars of what they're standing on at the moment. When you ask a question if it is about getting the truth. You might deny that it is true if you have seen or heard something to deny the truth. Or you might call it a lie because you think it's not true. If you think about it more, when you get answers the more questions come to mind. "I never again want to expose the love of my life to all these pent up feelings I have inside. I'd rather die than cause them anymore harm than I already have". But what can you do when you're dead already? Because, it is always children who question the meaning of life and are devoured slowly into the monarchist's bloody teeth and savored, unloved, and unending. The truth and lies that sink into their brains are the downfalls for many of this century.
But alas, our aim is not to relive the past but to punish that evil man who took my heart. The army of the underworld slowly comes about from the dark haze of the city. A powerful mist that had erupted from eons ago and acted as the gates between life and death. No one dares go near it, no one. If you do go near it, people will suspect you are part of it. Yet what they don't know is, queens deserve the broadway walk with smoke machines on their side since it makes it more dramatic darling.
As we walk forward, one of my minions comes close and offers a lucid proposal. "This rope might be a good option, sire. We could use it to obtain the leopard man who is so fast at running away and burn him at the frozen stake." I raised my eyebrows at him, "I'm sorry I meant burn the frozen steak that is him". Seems like their mind has yet to be completely fleshed. I have a question. Why the hell do you think you can stand up to me, your queen, you pawn?! In the ecstasy I felt, I threw my final blade into his heart, his own thumped, in an understanding of what he had done. No one gets to kill my prey without my permission. These bindings are for me to mark upon him. Ah, now that I'm thinking about it...these markings would look amazing on that flesh of his, I'd love to tattoo him all over.
But then again, before making him pay I should wear a disguise. I could also become more chunky since it equals my supremacy. Because, why bother trying to stay skinny and fit when everyone else's comes naturally? It doesn't, does it? These foolish plebians can never live up to all of THIS! I have the best sense of style. Can it, Schazinksky!
You might be asking who I'm planning all this revenge for, right? His name was Thirteen, a name was given to him by his son, who believed thirteen was the worst age a person could be alive at, and he said, "I will take your offer for the 100,000 .... that is, if you give me your daughters life in return."
To be continued....
Props to Dollars and Setton (me lmao) who worked on it! We thank you for reading and we have no clue what we were doing either each individual paragraph is its own little thing
