Post a prompt, have an art from this insane russian
Post a prompt, have an art from this insane russian
Trade offer meme
I receive: Stupid prompts that can be fun to draw and post without CP, small fandoms I don't know, bigotry and shit we don't want on Lemmy
You receive: Arts based on your promts drawn by a russian alcoholic, b\w, 200x200px, with a mouse, eternally posted on the lemmyverse under your prompt
ED: I'm too sleepy-eepy so I'd continue tomorrow.
ED: Slowly working on my backlog. I've not thought there would be more than 3-5 anons seeing that thread, lol.
ED: Seems like I resolved all recs. Thank you all. That was fun.
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I love this thread, my insane Russian friend!
My prompt: The God of Lemmy
(I need to know who to sacrifice to.)
That's a tough cookie.
Without an unnecessary dive into the history of studying living bodies' interconnectiveness and telepathic conversations that could take us into some dark places, I want to tell you about a little pet shop right around the corner. Organized like a small and comfy co-op, they are giving off pet mice to everyone interested. They do so for free, but before they give it to you, they make you know the rules, and they are as follows:
- Everyone can adopt their own Lemmy and pet someone's else.
- Someone, even a stranger, can feed them and make them thrive, and that's the only right way to control them.
- No one can stop them from eventually congregating, staying on their two feet and sharing thought in someone's backyard.
(The untold forth rule is killing one exact mouse on sight, but that's probably obvious.)
The sacrifice though is time. Just like their meowing arch enemies, they want your attention and care on their own terms, terms sometimes defined by other mice in their hivemind. That may be confusing at first, but this pet demigod would show you the way how to nail it.
As someone who used to have two pet mice (Eloise and Agatha), this is acceptable to me.
I thought you were the God of Lemmy.
I am merely her prophet.