Seasons greasons! I participated in the @akatsuki-gift-exchange this year and had the pleasure of doing something based on the excellent prompts from @likorys-shimenawa. I hope you like it, I had a ton of fun doing it!

ANYWAY- back on my saw bullshit!

(Some redraws cuz damn my 2020 art was stinky)

I have something more to say about little organ stealer Johnny.

Tw: blood play, implied kidnapping, Johnny literally steals your kidney. DD:DNT, if this is not your cup of tea just ignore it 🩷 I'm not adding anyone from the taglist because I don't want to push it into somebody who's not into it

After waking up in the tub, the water around you icy cold with a few ice cubes left and a slight pinkish tone to it; you stand up, seeing the message and the name sewn into your body.

You push yourself to walk out of the room, your body barely responding to your wants by the loss of blood and the hypothermic state. Still, you manage to reach the table beside the sofa where the phone is supposed to be, but the earpiece is missing.

You need to lean onto the table when you bend forward, a stabbing pain in your abdomen making your stomach turn. It makes you focus on your hands, your shaking, cold and blue under your nailbeds hands; to try not to empty your stomach.

After a minute, you manage to stand up straight again. Well, as straight as you can be when you feel the need to stay bent forward so you don't feel the stitches pop open.

Looking around to try and find the damn phone, so you can call the police and tell them a fucking psychopath stole one of your vital organs.

Except you don't find your phone, you find the psychopath.

Standing in your kitchen, cooking, naked and with an apron.

Your apron!

The part of your brain that has seen too many action movies tells you to throw the living room chair at his head, but the other part of your brain, that has seen too many murder documentaries; tells you to slowly walk to the front door and escape while he's distracted.

And you start to believe it is going to work, until you try to turn the knob and the lock keeps the door from opening.

"Where're ye going?"

The little blood on your body left runs cold, the man's voice making you feel more frozen than when you were inside the freezing bathtub.

He can only see your back, licking his lips like a wolf at the sight of your trembling naked body. He walks up to you, making as little noise as possible only to make you jump when you suddenly feel his warm chest on your back, making him smile.

"Aren't ye a sight for sore eyes..." He whispers in your ear making you squeak like a little mouse that just stepped on a glue trap.

He presses his nose to the side of your face, inhaling your aroma and he groans at the bloody smell. "Ye haven't showered after your little bath, dove... I can smell yer blood on yer skin..."

You feel his face move to your back, his hands resting over your hips and then feel his warm wet tongue lap at your nape like a wet cloth.

You simply stay frozen, confusion and fear keeping you from moving meanwhile he keeps licking the skin of your back. From one shoulder to the other, like a dog with a bone. You feel the droplets of drool fall down your back, hearing him groan against your skin and a presence you'd rather ignore probing at your asscheek; the apron the only thing in between.

It's when he starts to get too excited, his fingers sinking into the flesh of your hips that you hiss at the feeling of the sutures being pulled. You worry that it may infuriate him that you interrupted his little session but then his demeanour changes.

The big hungry wolf turning into a sad puppy right before your eyes. Hugging you from behind making you tense even more if that is possible as he kisses your neck. "I'm sorry, lass... Didn't mean to hurt ye, ye just taste so good..."

He pulls back, almost whining for having to pull away from you. "C'mon, breakfast done."

So you turn around, wishing your friend had never come to visit, so you wouldn't be about to have breakfast, naked, with the man who stole your kidney the night before.

eat your heart out

DOG ON THE LOOSE

Fucking finally im done with this piece!!! Ive paused from rendering him for almost a week due to school things

I used Amberluvsbugs' tutorial on how to render fur, and gotta say, im learning *shrugs*

This is one of the most wildest fanarts ive made yet. Why? Because of the fur and texture made from scratch, the perspective, the fact that this is a redraw scene, full environment, maximum rendering and extra effects! Fcking wild, right?!

Heh, now that ive finished this, i can now go on to some others still havent finished my bbi critters logo yet tho, but that can wait lol

This is a redraw scene of the beginning of the chase where instead of dogday just blindly "waking" up to chase you in the game (idk how to put it into words lol), he snaps his head instead HARSHLY at you. To the point that you heard his neck cracked.

Its been quite some time since ive drawn some good art, did ya missed me posting?

Tw: Bright colors, Eye strain & gore.

I ve been feeling bad lately, so i did this thing. Sorry if I disturb any of my dear mutuals and followers.

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ASMR Brain eating with my grandma (goes bad for her)

Source: Science Photo Library

Give

This is also based off a RP I did! Just, soft boi. Sometimes you just want someone to give you their heart.

Antisepticeye x GN!Reader, TW: gore, organs Words: 599

Dating a demon has a decent amount of perks. Scary dog privileges, holidays down in hell, and he really tried to make sure you always had anything you could ever want. You just wished he would be a little more romantic. You couldn’t exactly blame him though, he’s still learning humans in the same way you’re still learning about demons.

“All I’m saying is that it would be nice for a demon to think with his heart instead of with his dick!” “Like ye hate t’at~” “That’s besides the point I’m trying to make…” He squints at you as you cross to the kitchen to the coffee maker, pouring some into a mug for each of you, handing his to him. You lean back against the counter again, as he sits cross-legged in midair in front of you. “I’m not sure I even have a heart…” “I’m sure there’s one in there somewhere…” Anti places a hand over the left side of his chest, as if trying to feel his pulse while you ponder over your cup of coffee, looking over the brim of it at him. He shakes his head before downing the rest of his coffee, setting his feet back down on the floor to walk next to you, refilling his mug. “Nothing?” “I mean, I could check in t’ere if ye really want me t’... I’ll let ye hold it if we find one.” You nearly choke on your coffee as you look at him, wide eyed. He returns the look, before noticing the blush on your face as he grins, now sure that you’re not choking. “Oh ye like t’at idea, huh~?” “Shut up-” “Make me~” He floats out of the way, giggling as you try and flick his nose. He salutes you for a moment, glitching away with a little snicker. You look around, expecting him to try and scare you again, searching your apartment for him. No sign of him anywhere, returning to your spot in the kitchen. It takes a few moments later, before he’s back in the center of your kitchen, a large, toothy grin on his face and his hands behind his back. “Hi acushla~” “Where the fuck did you go? You just, glitched away!” “I figured ye didn’t want t’ get blood on yer pretty face~!” Anti speaks very matter-of-factly, still sporting the same grin.

“Blood-? Wait- what’s behind your back…?”

His smile softens to something more human like, more genuine. He holds out a glowing heart, lines of code and numbers flashing across its surface. You hesitate for a moment, then moving slowly towards him, hand outstretched to his.

“Ye wanted me t’ give ye my heart, so it’s yers~”

His face goes softer, voice no longer having the cocky lilt it usually does. He blushes hard when you go to touch it, a soft buzzing emanating off of it. Gently, you pick it up, holding it ever-so gently in your hands. Your gaze turns up, looking into his eyes as they return your gaze, soft, love-struck.

“Anti…”

You press a kiss to its surface, then hold it up to his chest. It glitches when it touches him, supposedly going back inside to where it was. He wraps his arms around your waist, smiling when you wrap yours around his neck.

“I love ye…~”

“That, is the most romantic thing you could’ve done for me~”

He blushes harder at the kiss that follows your statement, melting in your hold. Sometimes, it’s nice to not have to be the big, tough, scary demon. But don’t tell anyone else that.

cw: mild gore

dottore was in a very goofy mood

"Supreme. That is my name" (Captain America 2018, issue 30)

the many faces of Sinthea Shmidt

x ray dragon

yea

Goretober day 3: rabid

One too many kills and you go rabid with everyone :>

silly doodles... hahaha