DayDreamEilyah

Hello everyone I am Eilyah. I am Happily and Loyally Married. I enjoy writing and reading. Also I am artistic so I do a lot of drawing though I mostly only do digital painting nowadays. Music is my soul lol. I am an avid movie watcher not much into horror though. Follow me on DeviantArt daydreameilyah

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Second day playing so not got much done but I explored a bit and seen lots of animals, i plan to take photos of them if I can, I just happened to be taking photos when I seen these ones other than the one in the nest that is. Really likening the game I sure hope it stays faithful and doesn’t change had a few do that when I really liked them.

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Second day playing and it’s such a cute game, kinda gives animal crossing vibe with some things but I like the bodies better and clothing too lol.

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Second day playing Heartopia and I’m a fan already lol, I’ve got it on my cell my friend said he’s still waiting for steam, unsure what else you can play it on.

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Ai generated eye jewelry

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Ai generated bold mysterious jewelry.

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AI generated green haired girl in green with a sideways halo like head piece.

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Ai turned my poem into a song, a sea shanty. I also did some Ai covers too.

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Ai generated moon cakes.

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Ai generated, Santa in Jurassic Park.

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Ai generated, pin Christmas trees, antler tree, furry tree.

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Ai generated images

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I have about 724 poems so I got curious with these AI generated songs and seen that it can be done with your own lyrics. So I scrolled through all my poems and picked several that I felt could pass as songs. Anyways I’m just gonna try some and share the best out of them. If yall do end up liking them I’ll post some more since I’m a little worried I’m just biased because of them being my poems lol. 😝

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Why AI can generate but not make, I so want a plushie of this idea of mine. Wish I was skilled I would have made this.

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Ai fashion

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AI space cake with blue roses

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Short Story By Haylie Kemp

Titled ~ The Christmas Wish That Survived the Apocalypse

Darius Wreath was aware he was a bad Santa.

Not criminally bad. Not the kind that traumatized children. Just… insufficiently magical.

He sat in the red chair like it had personally wronged him, suit too warm, beard itchy, boots pinching his toes. When kids asked for impossible things, he didn’t redirect, he clarified.

A jet required licensing. A horse would need a pasture to run not a city apartment balcony. One boy cried when Darius explained that time travel was “theoretically interesting but financially unrealistic.”

Management hovered nearby, but since they wanted to spend little on an actual actor they’re not going to lose out on the few bucks Santa unless he crosses some line.

Then Penny climbed onto his lap.

She didn’t smile. Didn’t squirm. Just looked at him like she was waiting for some form of truth in all this wishes and cheer.

“What do you want for Christmas?” Darius asked.

“A friend,” she said.

He paused. “Okay. What kind?”

“One like me.”

He glanced past her, half expecting a parent to intervene. No one did. It was clear the kid didn’t have anyone on her side since what parents would leave their kid like this while all these others had some form of family like vultures for a good holiday photo.

“You don’t want toys?” he asked.

She shook her head.

He leaned back slightly, lowering his voice. “You know…. you’re not the problem, right?” He didn’t know her circumstances but from all the wishes hers was heavy with meaning, and it shook his own core for he could see himself. A life the world seemed bent on beating up even when already down.

“The world is,” he continued. “People like neat, easy things. When something doesn’t fit, they blame it. That doesn’t mean they’re right.”

Her eyes widened, not expecting anything from an Adult had been a form of shielded survival instinct but to have met one that was just straight with her was oddly satisfying that she felt an emotion she wasn’t familiar with but knew instinctively that she had just met someone “like” her.

She listened like she was memorizing it.

“You don’t need a family right now,” he said carefully knowing that her parents may not be awful that this wasn’t like his life of abuse and unwanted by those who should have been like all these other parents here. “You can make your own later. And friends… friends should never make you feel smaller just to keep them. Be who you are, eventually you’ll find your people because they’ll eventually see you shine as the you you’re supposed to be.” It wasn’t like him to be the nosy type, sure he was blunt to a fault but something just was different in this moment.

She nodded once.

“Thank you,” she said, and slipped away.

Darius stared after her longer than necessary, in a hope that someone was going to come from the crowd to claim that little hand… but they never did and then the pink little ball drifted away from sight.

A few hours later someone screamed.

At first it sounded festive. Christmas screams often did but then a man ran past, bleeding, shouting something about biting. Darius at first thought he might’ve misheard and that he’d mentioned he’d been shot or something?

The first to came from the food court was in an ugly sweater the one with cat balls as light up bells.

“Oh,” Darius said. “That’s unfortunate.” To die in that then become a rabid monster was truly a sad way to go.

People scattered. A woman tripped over a candy cane display. That’s when the lit up Christmas zombie lunged and tore into her shoulder. Blood sprayed across a reindeer plush.

Darius gagged. “Yep. That’s staying with me forever.”

He bolted into a toy store, nearly slipping on wrapping paper. His eyes landed on a hard silver and blue baseball bat from a holiday display.

“Perfect,” he muttered, grabbing it. At least the feel was memorable from his youth on the baseball team in school, like riding a bike he was picking up where he left off and knew he had the skill of a good finale swing.

A crash drew his attention, small, cornered movement near a shelf at some ten girl jewelry store.

Instantly he recognized the small huddled up pink ball.

A zombie staggered toward her, jaw slack, fingers grasping.

Darius didn’t think. He moved.

The bat connected with a wet, hollow crack. The head didn’t explode it collapsed, folding in on itself like a deflatable balloon.

Darius stared at it. “I just did that.”… he just killed a man… or an already dead man?

He grabbed the girls hand. “Run.”

They moved through back corridors he was shown to take by staff, alarms blaring. Another zombie lunged, he swung again, harder this time. The body dropped, twitching.

The girl surprisingly didn’t scream.

She stayed close.

At one point his beard snagged on a shelf and nearly yanked him backward.

“If I die,” he said breathlessly, “it’s because of this damn Santa costume!” Frustrated he ripped off the beard chunking it to the side as if tossing a burning rag.

They reached an exit and slammed it shut behind them. Snow fell outside, real snow.

Darius slumped against the wall.

And she leaned into him without asking.

“You came back for me instead of saving yourself,” she said quietly.

He looked down at her. “Yeah. I guess I did.”

She hesitated. “What’s your name Santa?”

“Darius Wreath…. You?”

“Just Penny, got no parents for a family name… Can I call you Des?”

He swallowed. “Yeah. You can.”

“…. If the world is ending…. Can I build that family you said earlier? …. With you….?”

Darius looked at Penny, her pink coat with splattered blood mimicking the blush of her embarrassed cheeks. He looked up at the snow gray sky and could hear the chaos of a Christmas gone to hell, shrugged then spoke without taking eyes off the sky “no one should spend their time in the apocalypse without family to stay alive for… I think Penny Wreath sounds like a solid choice.”

Sirens wailed in the distance.

She held his sleeve like she was anchoring herself, finally believing in an adult and belonging even if this all were ending around her.

Des didn’t pull away. He adjusted his grip on the bat and turned them both toward the snow.

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This is all AI. Chocolate man is like some right now to be honest 😅