Killjoy Fanart Who's Gonna Stop Me

killjoy fanart who's gonna stop me

mother mother parody band called mother fucker

hey check out my bikini body *takes off shirt to reveal disfigured swimsuit clad corpse strung to my chest*

I FINALLY FINISHED THIS SHIT!!!!!

i forgot to say something but I'm part of a fan zine called The Murder Zine, an art and writing zine that follows the story of the demolition lovers. I'm doing a page and poem for Thank You For The Venom, as well as flash drawings that will be across the zine

Hello I’m Sorry if this offends you, I’d like you to be my sugar baby, just letting you know my intentions Dm if you’re interested...🥰🥰😍

hello! i must apologize, i already have a sugar baby of my own. it was an infant child I stabbed and then disemboweled, filling its mutilated corpse with fine cane sugar. i keep it in the refrigerator and whenever guests come over i make them fresh brownies with the sugar marinated in the decomposing flesh.

poem written at 2 am last night with a janky ass rhythm

flowers

the sun burns my skin, for once i let it in

moderation can heal the bonds between kin

my eyes, used to dark, retract drastically

and the heat is a welcomed unfamiliarity

the pavement feels different compared to my carpet

the wind is much softer than the a/c

my back straightens out and i take a deep breath

nothing bad will happen to me

one foot in front of the other, i think

lessons i learned as a kid

but back then when i had seen strangers on paths

i hadn't run, i hadn't hid

the knot's not untangled, the yarn is not free

but the lights were turned on, so at least i can see

the herd of plants tangled up in front of me

enough to fill a large picture based glossary

and forward i wander, i quiet my mind

the screams reduced to a hum

i start to skip for the very first time

i start to sing, when i had only sung

no one's around to watch me rediscover

a simplicity found in every neighborhood

and i had forgotten that compared to the trees

artificial pine could never smell quite this good

as I meander without trying to think

a sweet scent starts lingering past my numb nose

I turn on my heel to figure it out

to see where it takes me, see where i could go

a poetic justice was served that bright day

when i stopped and i smelled the flowers

a bushel of small, white petals on leaves

delicate, and upon me, like confetti they showered

but just one numbing though crossed my mind as i stooped

in the midst of my amature hike

in the few years i spent confined in my mind

i had forgotten what flowers smelled like