#just realized i gave grelle little autistic t-rex arms

[grellestie]

a piece made for a fic that does not exist <3

(tw blood)

BUT here's a bloodless version for the gang who don't likeda blood (i understand)

just pretend like i gave her the glasses chain whoopsie

(zoom to see more of my mistakes!)

and as always

below the cut is the fic i never actually made and the version WITH blood.

now the anti-blood people are gone, let get into it-

here's the excerpt i made up;

Nightlife isn't exactly for everyone... However this cute bar attempted to make itself welcoming to anyone visiting. It was surprisingly large yet only appealed to the militant populous more than any regular guest. As long as you served time, you were welcome and most likely could see old friends of old. But even then, normal patrons can definitely have a good experience too! What the bar was most known for was its' gardens. They prided themselves on their pure white roses along with other flowers. They were never a tint red, yellow, or what have you. Not to mention, what was obvious to any botanist worth their salt, how healthy and vibrant they really were. The bar was always worth going to even if you didn't have anyone to experience it with, the atmosphere, the loving air, and people around you created the experience for you. Even despite the times of the unexplained deaths, it was able to sit as a community and be something that felt safe no matter how many more bodies dropped and met their unfortunate end. Even after the bar is long destroyed, it'll be something to truly remember...

However, this night wasn't something meant to be remembered... At least that's what he thought. Just another night to be free and maybe find a beautiful lady to take home! But that's just a little too ahead of himself. He needed to find one he got on with first. His eyes glanced around the room until he saw two beautiful women talking with each other. The first one was a gorgeous blonde, her makeup was a little smudged but hey! It's a bar! The other was a little bit more... mysterious. He couldn't see her face which was a shame but he could perhaps fill in the blanks when it comes to just knowing someone with such striking crimson locks could be just as beautiful if not more than the other.

As he was about to start attempting to flirt with them, the blonde got up first and then the other followed. The redhead seemed to take some time before heading right behind the other woman, however. Her shifty looks around didn't really make her look so innocent. She didn't seem to fit in with the bar at all. It was more casual yet she was dressed up. Her steps seemed so quiet and unloving compared to the loud and warm sounds of the bar. Something just didn't seem right at all... Nobody seemed to notice what had happened except for the man. He decided that maybe he should be the one to check on them. If it's nothing, he can blow it off like it was just for a smoke break.

The walk towards the garden was... extremely off. The echoes of people celebrating were dissipating as he walked away yet they only felt like a distant memory. His shoes clicked as he walked and the sound was deafening, almost more than the growing silence This was just a normal thing right? Maybe the murders were just becoming more and more on his mind and he was overthinking it... Maybe he is just being paranoid. He decided to linger outside the door before opening it.

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There was a slight yelp- Not a scream but definitely the sound of someone caught off guard. Without any hesitation, he opened the door. He wanted to run and see what happened but he kept a steady pace instead. He saw what he assumed was a body but it didn't look right, it just looked to be a large pool of blood. The blood splatted onto the perfect white roses, painting them a depressing red to mark as a reminder to what had happened. It was almost satire of a murder scene. He looked up to the woman with red hair attempting to clean the blood off of her glasses. She was completely soaked in blood and seemed somewhat shaken. Poor thing... Seeing such a safe and secure place be still subject to something so horrible must have been hard for her... Which he what he wanted to think until his eyes met with hers. Her chartreuse eyes were so... unforgiving yet dreadfully cheerful. She kept looking and didn't really... seem to grasp what she was looking at until he cleared his throat. She smiled entirely insincerely and he couldn't help but keep staring. He needed to break the awkward silence

The woman's voice seemed to be pretending to be calm. Yet her shock wasn't one of someone who saw someone just die. He wanted to run away and get help but he couldn't help to stay.

"Are... you alright...?"

"Oh! Never better."

"What... What happened? There was a woman with you and she's... there." He crudely pointed. "Were you two attacked... Why would this murderer only go for her and not you...? Come to think... I only saw you follow her over here..."

That last sentence would have sent any killer over the edge, he thinks, yet the woman seemed to keep her composure despite being clearly upset, said by her body language.

"Hm~ Aren't you a smart one? Well... I'll explain everything if you help me back to my room. How's that sound?"

and there u go!

(zoom for worse quality! and reblogs are always appreciated more than likes but hey! i'll take what i can get in this economy!)

also dumb comic bc im not immune to the funnies (based on a "life is deranged" strip);

okie bye bye now <3