#blah blood

[me0wnz73r]

I tried to do a tapetum lucidum effect but he just looks like the fucking terminator.

it’s so blurry on my end so ig click for clarity

[ohno-the-sun]

Found this old comic in my drafts

[misspenguinchaos]

Update: I got into ultrakill.

[vatrocvet]

pygmalion and galatea

[antoncrane]

Picked up Crime Scene Cleaner, last weekend and it's a comedy actually.

A new hand touches the beacon! (I love it so much, and we're getting free story updates in the future which I'm v. v. excited about.)

[avephelis]

trophy mounts

[justablah56]

im about to say some shit none of you will understand bcs none of you have seen this show and it's unlikely any of you will, but you're telling me that nathan needs his blood or he dies or whatever and it's his last day and the vial of blood broke and all that shit. and he's not even gonna *think* about sucking it off gabriels tit. be so fr rn.

[ladyinthebluebox]

"Taash is one of the most unlikeable characters" "Taash is kind of a bully" "their whole personality is being offended"

tell me you didn't even try to listen to them ONCE without telling me.

[pupovkitty]

HUNGER HUNGER HUMANITY

[absolutelynotsanebaby]

Time lapse for that drawing btww

[the-raindeer-king]

Sorry not sorry Nikolai is not a gentle man with the people he doesn't like. And for him to not like you, you have to have done some shit

Just pleaseeese e please with me imagine Nikolai having carefully removed, folded, and set aside his jacket cause it's nice and he doesn't want blood on it. He approaches whoever (maybe someone that belittled his friends? His partner? Who knows) and he's got that semi grin on his face, calm, casual, and the next thing anyone knows, Nikolai has his fist implanted in the offending persons face, throwing his entire body into the punch and sending that person right to the ground. Big guy can pin anyone with ease, I feel that. He's also the type to get in close, casually so, friendly even before he strikes if he can. Big guy but quick with it too (will beat anyone 'in your honor' but part of you wonders if he just loves a tousle knowing you're watching the big guy winning. Like he can prove even if he's older, slightly greyer, he's still the most dangerous bastard around, so he can keep you safe.)

OH MY GAAAWWWDDDD but like hear me out....

(TW: violence)

Nikolai doesn't like having you get mixed up in business. You're well aware of his more shady practices, and you're certainly no saint yourself. Regardless, Nik likes to keep you separated, insisting it's for your own good.

But sometimes worlds collide, and you have to bother him during a meeting.

You knock on the door, waiting to be called inside. Immediately, everyone's staring at you. Some of the gazes are sharp, critical, trying to pinpoint exactly who you are. Some are curious, wondering what this intrusion might mean. And some... some are hungry, unashamedly dragging over your figure, making your skin crawl.

You feel out of place, wearing sweatpants and one of Nik's shirt. Maybe you should have gotten properly dressed, but you'd been in such a rush to find Nikolai, completely forgetting he had business today. Suddenly your reasoning for interrupting them feels less and less important as you hesitate by the door.

Nikolai waves you in. Despite the frown on his face, there's a familiar, fond look in his eyes. Your presence is a fresh glass of water compared to the vultures in this meeting, and Nikolai's always been a little too indulgent when it comes to you.

You scurry into the room, not wanting to waste any more of Nikolai's time. Not that that's how he views your interruption, but you know he's busy. You never get to tell him what you wanted to though, because when you bend over to whisper in Nik's ear, one of the other men says something in a language you don't understand.

Whatever was said couldn't have been good based on everyone else's reactions. It's like all the warmth has been sucked out of the room. All the other men are tense, eyes on Nikolai, who's expression has gone cold. If looks could kill...

The man that spoke, a weaselly looking man with shifty eyes and a gold tooth, smiles like he's made a good joke. "I am just saying. Perhaps a younger man would have taught them some manners," he continues, with an accent you can't place.

Now, Nikolai's age is no secret. He doesn't bother trying to dye out his gray hairs, and sometimes he wakes up with random aches in his body, old injuries coming back to haunt him. But he's still a powerhouse of a man, and he's not afraid to throw his weight around.

The room is silent, quiet enough to hear a pin drop, as Nikolai stands from his chair. He's swift to take his jacket off, draping it over your shoulders. It's expensive, the kind he only wears during these stupid meetings, and it's warm, the scent of his cologne lingering on the fabric. You step back towards the wall, while Nikolai makes his way around the table, rolling up his sleeves as he goes.

The other men know what's about to happen, as they scoot their chairs out of Nikolai's way until he's at the weaselly man's chair. He leans in, smiling like he finds the man's words amusing. Words are spoken, too hushed for you to hear, and when the man opens his mouth to speak, Nikolai strikes.

It's quick. It's precise. A testament of power.

The man's head flies back, snapping against the back of his chair. He lets out a garbled sound of distress, but no one steps in. Not while Nikolai is still beating his face in. By the time Nikolai is done, the man's face is unrecognizable besides the gold tooth that's visible in his whining mouth.

"вне."

All five men scramble out of their chairs, one grabbing the man that had been beat. None of them say a word, just file out the door, in a rush to get away from the beast that is your boyfriend. The door shuts with a quiet click, leaving you alone with Nikolai.

"You know I don't think you're old."

Dark eyes meet your, an amused smile on Nikolai's face. But you know this was about more that just his age. Disrespect needs to be punished, and dominance must be asserted. The business that Nikolai conducts is inherently violent, power established by taking down those above you. A dog eat dog world. Nothing and nobody gets to make a faux pas without paying for it.

"I know, milaya," Nikolai replies, pulling a handkerchief out of his breast pocket to wipe his hands off. The blood is stark against the whiteness of the fabric.

"Now, what is it you need to tell me?" he asks.

[aerithisms]

[justcallmejoe]

"You're in my blood." Flesh + Blood (1985) dir. Paul Verhoeven

[screechingfromthevoid]

You know. There's something about watching characters you know are going to die. I can't take my eyes off molly.

No one ever plays a character to die. But there's something haunting about Molly skipping around. Just cause of who he is.

Idk reminds me of all the time FCG talked about being alive

[the-knife-consumer]

Miiiiiiikeeeeeeee...

[libr-0-cubicularist]

Bagel doodles or smth while I try to get back into drawing