#cw // blood

[megahertzmaroon]

Grocery shoppin

#modern au #hellscreek au #art #myart #v1 ultrakill #ultrakill #megahertzart #cw blood

[mischefous]

Could you possibly do Legend and Warriors, whump? I love making those two suffer for some reason. (Your art is amazing, and I love it!)

awwweee!! Thank you @insane-twilight-fan and Anon for these requests💙💙 I friggen loooove this duo, especially if it's Legend getting whumped >:3

CW! Blood/coughing up blood

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #my art #cw blood #cw whump #whump #whump art #lu whump #coughing up blood #hero of legend #hero of warriors #digital art #art requests #lu legend #lu warriors #hurt/comfort #god this duo is one of my faves #twi and wild is MMMgood too #and how could i forget the downfall duo! #gotta love when legend is soft with roolie #time and twi too #as well as wars and wind #WAHH so many good whump duos

[kaialone]

I love that A.B.A just wears pants as shirts

#guilty gear #guilty gear isuka #guilty gear strive #aba guilty gear #a.b.a guilty gear #paracelsus guilty gear #She is a visionary #cw blood #?

[transthatfag]

kinda vampy

#art #digital art #my art 🦷 #mcr #gerard way #my chemical romance #digital painting #vampire #cw blood #i feel like theres a looooot of texture going on in this but. maybe its tasteful?? #either way im really happy with this piece :) #the lighting probably wasnt executed the best but idc lol #its been a while since ive done a piece WITH a background #so im giving myself some slack #kinda wish i have enough patience to figure out how to make his face look like its burning but ohhhhwellll #thats for another time

[evenmoreevil]

how much of it's genetic? how much of it is fate?

#i think im going crazy #my art #cw blood #tw blood #the suckening #jrwi the suckening

[damiengravehill]

it was just supposed to be a doodle... just a doodle... (said for the umpteenth time)

#cw blood #eddie gluskin #outlast #outlast whistleblower #fanart #digital art #illustration #art of gravehill

[somewhatidealname]

So if spring eats the remnant what would scraptrap do if he saw that…

insist he is more dignified with harvesting souls (he is not)

#ask #art #sketches #fnaf #cw blood #scraptrap #lefty fnaf #springtrap

[miguxadraws]

something awful (Not the forum)

@spitinsideme i'm sorry

#i had this idea and needed to get it out of my head #i was losing it #she's absolutely shocked #still processing what happened #lmao #jesus christ #absolutely disgusting!!!!!! #anyway #currently not having much time for art but #i can still make low quality stuff #also please answer me something #demon ragatha needs blood right?? #or am i mistaken #if so does period blood count #i swear i'm just asking for curiosity #no dark intentions or anything #period blood #cw blood #tw blood #cw suggestive #suggestive #shitpost #my art #tadc pomni #tadc ragatha #tadc au #tadc fanart #the amazing digital circus #buttonblossom #pomni x ragatha

[tojisun]

dunno where this came from bc i honestly just wanted a short ramble and not smthn long but here we are :'D this is an extension from my rambling yesterday about simon x reader but it's a dowry of blood au (brides of dracula retelling). i havent finished the book yet tbh but if ur planning on reading it, i do just wanna give a warning that it's dark and prose-heavy

cw: death/massacre; blood drinking; vampire-turning and stuff; inaccurate references to dracula lore

the village is gone. burnt. fire crackles amidst the broken hymns of the dead—they don't sing, not anymore of course, but their losses are catastrophic. you never realized how the apocalypse could be so loud.

you stand at the centre of the chaos, bloodied. bruised. ruined. the lone survivor.

the only one who was lucky enough to be saved.

brought out from the pyre, you were dragged into the shadowed corners and hidden from the pillagers who slaughtered everyone you loved and everyone you knew. you shook in your grief, screams erupting from the base of your throat, but all were silenced by an ice-cold palm over your mouth.

"shh, little one," he said. the first of his words; the first of his kindness. "you must be quiet."

your fury sputtered into anguish, the loss descending to you like the first drop of snow. tears spring from your strained eyes, staining even his hand; you did not know how to compress the bloating agony that was pressing into your lungs. your only comfort was that he seemed to favour you enough to keep you safe, even if just for a moment. 

rain had fallen by then—it seemed like it knew that tragedy had struck this little place. it extinguished enough of the fire, washing away the smell of ashes and leaving only the pungence of iron. blood.

with it, your adrenaline wore off, and you began to feel the extent of your pain. of course, you were not unscathed, but you didn’t expect your body to be so brittle. 

you fell, tumbling into the muddy ground and right before his feet. you croaked in pain, lungs constricting. it was becoming a lot more difficult to breathe, to speak. you wondered why death came to you slowly.

he knelt down by your side, cold hand brushing away at your dirty hair. he was speaking to you softly, words passing through his lips in soft lilts. you struggled to hear him, your ears ringing, numb, as your mind pulsed in your skull.

you groaned, begging him to stop. to go away. you had nothing to pay him back with, nothing to entertain him, so you told him just as much. you told him to let you die in silence because how else could he save you?

“that is troubling,” was all he said, his words were rumbled from the depths of his chest like he hadn't used his voice in eons. 

you peeled your eyes open, wondering what it must be that he was after, then you finally saw what he was—pale skin gleaming underneath the moonlight with eyes dark like wine. he was not a human. he couldn’t have been one.

your mother told you tales of the wicked. of those cursed and abandoned by the almighty father—she told you of their beauty, of their wealth, of their hunger.

(they do not know how to love, she said as she tucked you underneath your sheets. they only know how to deceive.)

your body locked, heart congested with fear—your body knew then, didn’t it? that this being that held you close was far more terrifying than the invaders. that your body survived the fire, the greed of humanity, only to be devoured by the devil.

“please,” you whimpered, the will to live burning inside you once again. you didn’t care about the pillagers, you didn’t want their mercy, but this being. this creature of the dark, oh how you craved his clemency.

“please, save me.”

“i cannot save you,” he said. 

his hand fell to your throat, grasping it gently, almost reverently. he swiped his thumb along the expanse of your skin to feel the way you swallowed. 

“but i can help.”

you tried to reply, to beg once more, but the words could not be sounded out, your throat having been too ruined for any prayer. you shook with your desperation, turning your eyes to him to express your ragged hope. you prayed that he may see your plea. you prayed that he may bless you with his curse.

he smiled, fangs glinting before your eyes. then, he murmured, “of course.”

(mama? how do you know when your prayers are answered?

well, sometimes it starts off painful.

painful?

yes, little star. but then, it becomes euphoric. freeing. good suffering.)

his teeth tore into your skin, ripping apart the muscles as it hunted for the blood. you screamed, throat scratching at the intensity of your pain; it was unbearable, burning unlike that of fire, scalding as it slithered down your very being. something was happening then. something unholy. 

you were being remade. reshaped. taken apart one bloodied fragment at a time.

you felt like you were at the precipice of death, so close to the edge and into eternal damnation, but he would not let you. chained to his hunger, your body writhed underneath the extent of his power; burning. burning. burning.

he was your new pyre. 

he was hell.

you begged for anything to subdue the pain; for a touch kinder, warmer; for the ceasing of it all. 

and it did.

his lips left the sensitive patch of your neck, pulling away with a hummed smile as though it were ambrosia he was sucking out of you. you stared at his lips, stained with your blood, and, within a fraction of a heartbeat, unrelenting hunger coursed through you.

you yowled, your mind heavy and your body sore. you felt lost; you felt like you were drained and left as nothing but a shell of what you once were.

“good. that’s good,” he crooned, his eyes wrinkled in his joy. “this hunger is proof of your new life.”

he brought his wrist to his lips and bit into his own skin. the first puncture oozed out with blood; you watched it pool, beading, before it trickled down the length of his arm. your throat constricted, tongue heavy all of a sudden in your mouth.

a taste. you craved for a taste.

he smiled as he pressed his wrist to your lips. “go on,” he murmured. “drink.”

you were delirious, or you must be, for you to have listened to him—your weak hands grasped at his wounded arm, pulling it closer to your maw.

you drank. 

that experience of having the first drop on your tongue was indescribable. it was like you have never eaten before; like you have never been fed. never been nourished.

it was like anything that sustained you before had been erased from your memories; you don’t remember the taste of your mother’s cooking anymore, nor the sweets that your grandmother brought home with her for you on occasions when her mistress remembered to reward her, nor the milk from your father’s cows. 

every sweet memory was washed away by the blood pouring down your throat; every gulp a sinister promise of what would be irreversible.

your body sang, skin mending itself, and bones healing underneath torn muscles. numbness filtered in—it had never felt like salvation before.

lost in your new paradise, you didn't notice as your saviour cupped your cheek once more. his touch was gentle. it was kind.

he leant forward and kissed your forehead—a reward for surviving.

“my name’s simon,” he whispered, nuzzling you. “and you will be my bride, won’t you, my dark miracle?”

your mouth left his arm, reluctant but necessary, because even before he said his name, you knew he was your master. you knew that in exchange for this new life he’s cursed you with, you were to be obedient to him no matter what. 

you nodded, breathless and ragged.

“yes, my lord.”

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley #cw blood #suns #so uhhh whatchall think

[mimicben]

The riddlefactory is SUCH a good set piece that is CRIIMINALLY underutilized

But i hope yall like this mini comic n ill be putting the nongif versions of panel 1 and 4 underneath :D

#my art tag #edward nygma #edward nigma #riddler #ginger riddler truther lolol #the riddler #gotham rogues #gotham #batman rouges gallery #dc fanart #dcu #gif #tw blood #cw blood #riddle fanart #riddle factory #riddlefactory #glitch

[idonthaveanyurlideas]

how many clerics' blood is on your hands now copperkettle. was that part of the plan

absolutely obsessed with this girl and whatever the hell she has going on. Obsessed. I support her in her endeavours.

#cw blood #dimension 20 #d20 fhjy #d20 spoilers #fhjy spoilers #kipperlilly copperkettle #I JUST THINK SHE'S NEAT

[bigchumpus]

✧༺♥Red Witch❤༻✧

#Pearlo doodle ʕ ·ᴥ·ʔ #yeah no I've been a bit lazy when it comes to lineart and rendering #pearlescentmoon #pearlescentmoon fanart #double life #traffic life #trafficblr #cw blood #-sort of #chump

[atomicraft]

!!! CW CARTOON BLOOD !!!

i made a silly emizel pop up 💥💥💥 (still picture under the cut)

#jrwi #just roll with it #just atommy with it #jrwi fanart #jrwi show fanart #jrwi show #the suckening fanart #jrwi the suckening #emizel jrwi #emizel tucker #tw blood #cw blood #pop ups #interactive sketchbook #atommy art moment #suck jrwi

[fulgurbugs]

Some bonus doodles for the end of Duopath

#fanart #myart #doodle time 😎 #octopath #octopath traveler #TT duopath #cw blood

[tomssobbingcorner]

make him repent.

#all finished! ⭐ #princezam #princezam fanart #lifesteal #lifesteal fanart #lssmp #if any of you can see it . .. thats the flaying of marsyas in the bg... btw .. . . #cw blood #<- I GUESS #cw eyestrain #should be enough tags. god #this stream was so good. it is 1 in the morning. #i need a cigarette

[thepixelagora]

I got to do a commission for the lovely @iberiandoctor and their story, A Hundred Battlefields! It's been a pleasure working with you, thank you so much for commissioning me :3

If you like my work, consider getting me a Kofi | Commissions

#honestly i missed these two goobers way too much #hope to one day meet someone who will look at me the way Kaidan looks at Shep #my art #commission #mshenko #mass effect #kaidan alenko #male shepard #mshep #shenko #tw injury #cw injury #tw blood #cw blood #mass effect art #mass effect 3 #me3 #mshenko art