Body Horror Tw - Tumblr Posts
dark revival isn’t really canon to redrawn, but I had an idea for how to include it:
like after the events of the first game, Henry’s soul is trapped within any remaining bendy media.
20 years later after Henry goes missing, his daughter, Audrey, finds herself in a tough finical situation and struggles in bid to maintain ownership of their home. Eventually, she’s forced to move out, and whilst getting things out of the basement, she stumbles upon a recording/tape of an untitled bendy episode. Intrigued, she watches it, only to be met with cryptic messages and disturbing messages urging her to go back to the studio, yadada she goes there to find Henry and game happens
felt like making a quick Audrey design for fun cos @// blurryisme made one
Part 2 with lnk swap monsters!! In fact, I didn't show all the characters, because besides me, two other people were doing au, and if I list what we have done... it will already be a whole article, because together we have done a lot of things :D
How does banban’s transformation work if you don’t mind the ask?
Something like this
Wow such cool art! I sure hope no person who has an unhealthy obsession with Sir dadadoo from Garten of banban comes into your asks praising how you draw him
(Me I'm the person it's me! It's me)
I am not used to drawing him that much so this was a neat lil practice session :) hope you like the dadadoo doodles n#1 dadadoo fan anon
bdubs bdoubleo100
he eyes
Cute fluffy Raolin is more than she seems. Fun commission for Rao to make such a cute character a bit more sinister.
⚠️Blood warning.(not real blood)
Maybe this painting will make you uncomfortable.
When I read this episode of the comic, my goose bumps fell all over the place.
My first attempt at writing that's vaguely like poetry: from a dragon
I am not what you think.
I walk around, awkward limbs and flighty mannerisms, and you think I’m strange. You have no idea how strange you would think I am if you only saw what was underneath.
Underneath, I am a creature of the ocean. Something that could never pass as human, and no longer wants to. Saltwater rushes through my veins in secret, silent to everyone but me. To me, it’s a roaring sound of the waves that I have never seen except for within my soul. It yearns to dissolve into the ocean like it could long ago, but for now those days are over and I am hidden underneath skin and muscle.
Underneath, there are wings; fins; antlers. They ache to tear from my back, through my skull. Nonetheless, they stay hidden for me, safe in the silence. Protected like I protected my kin in a lifetime so close to the surface and yet unreachable. Wrapped in a form that no longer coils around them like a serpent, but keeps them hidden from predators well enough I suppose.
I suppose.
I accept my form reluctantly and do what I can to make it mine. I shape it to feel better when I discover my gender, and when I can’t shape it to fit my true self I cover it in things that feel a little more like home. A little more draconic. A little more like the ocean that I never have seen, but feel homesick for anyway.
I do find joy in being in this body, at least. Out there, there are others. Angels working minimum wage, dragons sitting on a park bench, wolves buying groceries. We hide, but we do so to be free. We walk through crowds, and no one notices our scales and fur and feathers. But we do. We see each other, even if from miles away, and we see what’s underneath.
And underneath, none of us are what you think.
(Tags for side commentary/context)
Some excerpts from a webcomic episode I made for school, called 'And Then Nothing Changed.' (You can check out more related stuff in the linked tag.)
This is not the whole thing!!
It's is too long and made for mobile, so you can check it out HERE: Imgur link
I just wanted to write about werewolves (and it’s at least kinda okay, I think)
The moon’s beauty is no longer mine to see
Her face now causes only agony
When before, the silver light was soothing
If only that could last
Passing on the curse through flesh and fang
Wishing things could have stayed the same
Always caught on the line
Between monster and human
Never truly either
Wishing for the control and safety of one
Longing for the freedom of the other
Dreaming of having a companion who understands
Yet still hoping to never pass this life onward
Wax and wane
Comes the pain
Like the ocean waves
I too am driven by the moon
Celestial bodies in the sky
Hear my howl, my plea tonight
My voice warps, turned harsh and feral
As my body is shred and born anew
Under the unforgiving glow
My new form begins to grow
Ever searching
Seeking a companion who understands
I hear a lovely cacophony
Surely I’m not the only one
I add my lonely voice to theirs
So near and yet so far
And I hope
seahorse to seahorse conversation
seahorse to seahorse communication
pull yourself together Ben I haven’t drawn him in forever and this is how I’m coping w/ his death lmao
My man... I can already imagine...
Someone, like, ripping it from the skin.
*shivers*
i thought that “vein jewelry” was going to be. jewelry designed to look like veins, maybe? jewelry made out of real animal veins, at worst. it’s. it’s not.
vein jewelry is jewelry you insert into your veins
there should be a german word for when you prepare to experience horror, but are still somehow shocked by how it plays out
if i add to this drawing again later im probably deleting this post
grotesque blood yuri
ft. @guard-en's oc showers
day 14 - a kind heart in a diabolical body
silly
@comyet for ink sans
if you are having issues with your artwork, may I suggest doing a silly modification of a notebook cover?
vs
..... the initial analysis isn’t flawed
does this make me a furry????
your tumblr avatar is who you are on the outside, and your discord avatar is your true self
I really got to start reading the usernames holy shit
Ryan Reynolds got beheaded by a horse that was launched over a hill near my old school.