#Kill Me If You Can

[mangajams]

From: Kill me if you can

[mangaworld]

[novakmiyc]

Support an indie animation project

Hello! Thank you for visiting this page.

I'm @novacorpseart, and this blog is for my upcoming project- 'Kill Me If You Can'.

For a while now, I've been inspired by creators such as Vivsiepop, Liam Vickers, @gooseworx, @zeddyzi and @lackadaisycats, who have brought their stories and characters to life despite the difficulties of independent animation. That's what I want to do.

I've spent years developing my own original characters, their story, and the world they live in. I want to share them with the world- but I need support. My ideas are still developing and I'm still working on everything I need to start off my project. It'll be a couple years before anything big happens, but I thought that it'd be better to start early and gain supporters.

My idea: A rock band of dysfunctional friends called "Kill Me If You Can" learns to cope with their new fame and the struggles that come with it. The show will be a 2d animated drama-comedy and have an age rating of teens and up.

If you want to support me and my project, please just follow this blog. Reblog my posts, send asks, comments, anything. If you think you have skills that could help me out (and would like to), send me a message.

Thank you <3

[buttwholesomesurfer]

[dont-read-this-im-dead]

James Patterson has got to be one of my favorite authors. I started reading him when I was in middle school. Daniel X, Maximum Ride, Women's Murder Club, Alex Cross.

And still, despite how many of his books I've read, I cannot seem to read all of them. He's too prolific for a girl like me. Can't quite catch up.

Book 8 of 2024: Kill Me If You Can

[passed-out-real]

Alan Alda Filmography Part 1

Paper Lion (1968)

The Extraordinary Seaman (1969)

The Mephisto Waltz (1971)

To Kill a Clown (1972)

Kill Me If You Can (1977)

Same Time, Next Year (1978)

California Suite (1978)

M*A*S*H (1972‑1983)

Sweet Liberty (1986)

A New Life (1988)

[maikosmind]

Me after i enter ao3 tags for the 10th time because the site kept lagging and it still didn't work and i had to start over:

[EDIT: I DID IT WOOOO]

[headlesshaute]

I would snap my neck on your chest if you’d let me.

To die in your arms would be my greatest pleasure.

[ratmans-notebooks]

¡MÁTAME POR FAVOR!

[inkskinned]

she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.

my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.

my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.

my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.

at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.

my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.

i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.

two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.

it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.

[pocket-size-cthulhu]

I'm a cryptid in Stardew valley. I live on the outskirts of town. I disappear for days on end, purchasing daily one-way tickets to the calico desert. Nobody knows where I go while I'm there. Can occasionally be found fishing at random spots throughout town. I am never not running on at least one triple shot espresso. I take the abandoned minecarts to get around and am frequently seen disappearing into the sewers. I carry a sword for some reason. Once every week or two I will stride into your bedroom to deliver you your favorite meal. I'm a self-made millionaire. I attend all the town events and will go to your concert in the next town over. I have donated approximately 2583 items to the local museum and singlehandedly revitalized the town community center. There are rumors I can talk to junimos. I'm friends with the local wizard

[noelledeltarune]

EVERY SINGLE DAY there are MILLIONS of characters in their late 20s who get falsely accused of being father figures to teenagers when in reality the description of "weird older cousin" or "step-sibling that moved out before you were born" is 1000000x more apt

[mangaworld]

[novakmiyc]

Thanks to anyone who's followed or interacted with this account!

I'm currently working on the character designs of the main six. They'll be ready soon, I'm just onto colour :)

Until then, ask me anything!

[seren-dipitous-art]

I’ve been obsessed with the Olympics for the past week, and obsessed with Dick Grayson for longer, so here’s the crossover we all deserve.

Plus, gorgeous sweaty acrobat in gymnastics poses? Only positives.

[may12324]

this is your reminder to give Shadowheart all the pretty armor