Истории Killmepls

Just some of my shitty art I made but it gets progressively better so the more you scroll the better the art is pretty much :P This is me pretty much roasting myself tbh (cover made by me even though you probably already know) (if you want to use some of my art please credit me! Thank you)

Im just going to rant . it'll be sad, it'll be hilarious, it'll depend on my mood i guess. Enjoy? I don't want an innocent 9 year old stumbling upon this and going "wow this looks cool!" and get metaphorically throat chopped with curses. sorry

This is just something I did when I was bored. Please don't be mean, this is my first piece of work. It is just little stories of how the RFA members would react when you tell them your pregnant. Love you all!

Four had always been close with a certain someone, X to be exact. It seemed that the two didn't really care for each other, during challenges at least. Nobody had ever seen the two be very friendly towards each other, until Four had come back. What will happen when the number begins to think much differently about X?

This is just spam, and random shit

this is basically where I'm "emptying my art book" as the title says. I apologize for the horrible drawings :)

(Y/N) (L/N) has always been anxious. Not just because of her background... but because of her undeniable relationship with the paranormal.... Thanks for giving this attention...? Start- August 2019 End -

Uhhhhhhh..... Here's the bads/goods. Update: this is a little journal now, I will upload gacha though.

Blake's a tough kid, strong and willful. He can pretty much do anything he sets his mind to... except for get over his massive crush on his best friend, Ramon (Remi) Sanchez. So, naturally he has a problem when it comes to Ramon long list of boyfriends and girlfriends. One night after getting fed up with Rems latest, Blake finally lets it slip that he hates seeing Ramon with other guys cause... well cause they aren't him.

I made this for fun if it doesn't work suck it up

This book is just me ranting on about all the annoying things in my life. 👌🏻🔪

I need a place to dispose of my crappy art and gacha edits sooooooo, uh have, fun? (3# In undertaleart June something -w-) (2# In undertaleart July 10th)

basically you ask the creeps, I keep my head, and you can also dare us. We HAVE to comply so go all out on your dares. warning I will add both me and mabey an oc or two. I use they/them pronouns online please respect that. All shipping is welcome but I don't like writing full blown smut.

A poem book bc I wrote something that rhymes and my online father also said yes<3

yes Highest ranking: #3 in eee #3 in aaaaaaaaa

Another one shots book, yes! I just love writing These, and like, somehow one of my friends who writes terrible books has more views than me, so imma make this one terrible to get more views!

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This is honestly just a shit post. Dedicated to my friends I don't even know but adore none the less

I have birthed(yes i'm making that a word.) a beautiful mistake!!

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