Strade: Do you know what happens when I’m lonely, Rire?
Rire: Ugh... fucking hell...
Strade: When I'm lonely, I'm hungry, and when I'm hungry... I WANT TO CHOCK ON YOUR RED *** YOUR *** AND SUCK ALL OF YOUR *** WHILE GNAWING WITH TEETH YOUR *** SO THAT IT TRICLE *** WHILE YOU SCREAMLIN' LIKE A FUCKING INFANT
Now that I got some more “serious” style of illustrations out of the way…I should really start focusing on new merch designs! 🤓🤍✨
Just wondering if I should go back to some old ones I drafted, or to start the ones on the list I have.
I’ll drop in a poll, please also refer to the photos/below for reference on characters.
The killing charm is a little hard to describe, but it’ll be similar to the graphic design high contrast style of these Graphics Gato did with the BTD boys murder weapons. :) My imagining will have them facing forward with their weapon in a closeup view in black and white with a pop color, and a more “deranged” version of the character +blood on the other side. :)
Hello everyone! This is just a quick introduction to what my blog is about now I will be posting archives now so note I don’t go in order and there is gato uploading her art on her website (dirty murder games!) but none the less I will still post old things from her blog!<3
character: strade
tw: snuff in live, torture, blood, meat.
ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE
ᅠᅠᅠᅠTHE HEROIN OF SNUFF!
the live broadcast starts and the chat flows like a river. requests about which incision is better to make, where and what to shove, and deeper. a user with the nickname wormmeat (a regular viewer) throws the first donation and gets on the first line in the top!
wormmeat sent $5000: «snuff slut on the menu today. if only your family could see you right now. you're not dead, you're getting raped for our amusement and you can't help but cum»
he fucks me so roughly and at the same time gently. he kisses every cut, whether it has already healed or has just been made.
my director just sneers maliciously, — smiles like a cheshire cat, — continuing to maim me. and he doesn't have any trouble cutting my pubis. he pushes the knife deeper. the blade quickly meets the walls of the vagina, cutting through me completely.
the place of the knife is taken by his penis, to the glory of all the viewers. i love them, i love their attention, their sarcastic, dirty, cruel comments about me. and they like me! we're like one big family, aren't we?
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Oblivion: you are such a depraved little chat-reading whore
BLOODBATH: holy shit!
Mr. Cruel sent $1000: i would buy her blood.
triller queen: wish i was there
Oblivion: she looks perfect like this
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the excitement that had gone before caught up with me again, in the very place where my maniac brutally fucked me. he rubbed his penis against the inner walls of the perineum. the blood was used as a lubricant.
i do not know his name, i do not know where i am at all, what the date is now. i don't know who i am! what is my name, do i have parents? what am i allergic to? what is my favorite holiday? what is the name of my childhood friend, and the pet? it doesn't matter! the past is in the past, and now i live in the present. along with the one who gave me a new home, a new name and a new life.