Cw Murder - Blog Posts

idk how but gangle killed jax

version without the filter:

(I am going to make two random people interact and this is what happened!)

Komeda: Oh…hey…How did he get here? Taka: Komaedaaaa, what did you do?! Komenda: Me? Uh, I didn't do this! Taka: Explain what happened, Komeda! Komeda: I've never seen him before in my life! Taka: Why did you kill this person, Komeda? Komeda: I do not kill people. That is…that is my least favorite thing to do. Taka: Tell me, Komeda, exactly what you were doing before I came home. Komeda: Alright, well…I was upstairs… Taka: Okay… Komeda: I was uh…I was sitting in my room… Taka: Yes? Komeda: reading a book… Taka: Go on…

Komeda: And, uh, well this guy walked in… Taka: Okay… Komeda: So, I went up to him… Taka: Yes… Komeda: And I…I stabbed him 37 times in the chest. (Silence.) Taka: Komedaaaaa, that KILLS people! Komeda: Oh! Well, I didn't know that!! Taka: How could you not know that?! Komeda: Yeah, I'm in the wrong here. I SUCK. (silence) Taka: Why is Hope written with a knife wounds on his chest? Komeda: What's that? Taka: His chest Komeda. Why—why is Hope written into that? Komeda: Well, I kind of umm…love hope. And despair so,,,. (silence) Taka: Komedaaaaaa!! Komeda: Well, I—I am a rement of despair! And well, you know, when you crave murder and hope… Taka: Why on earth would you do that?! Komeda: I was hungry for death! Gimme a break! Taka: Komedaaaa! Komeda: My stomach was making the rumblies. Taka: Komedaaaa! Komeda: That only death would satisfy! Taka: What is wrong with you, Komeda?! Komeda: Well, I kill people and I'm not mentally stables\! That's—that's two things!

Defeat

Me when I’m a child soldier and fail my mission of protecting my only abusive family member

Now with following comic

Love to play with canon divergent of Hunter being loyal to the end if the events played out differently in the show. This is a colored sketch, I may make a funny rendered one in the future, maybe a little comic

Zoom in

Been drawing to much cute stuff, here’s some Hunter execution trauma

Been thinking of writing something that relates to the hexsquad and other characters (Darius, Lilith, Eda, Camila, ect) finding out what being Golden Guard actually meant. In the show, Hunter is pretty isolated as the Golden guard, primarily acting out independently in missions and even then those missions were decently brutal. (Slaying a selkidomous and kidnapping palismen for slaughter). So it figures no one actually really knew what he did. So they question, and he answers.

It’s tough hearing someone you know as a victim also victimizing others. How many owners of palismen did he leave heartbroken? Any children he orphaned? Witches and demons left without their partners? Had sigils forced upon? Made into statues because of him?

I think of the Golden Guard being an icon to the boiling isles , someone who’s known widely yet no one quite knew what he actually did since it was stuff to carry out Belos dirty work.

Some art for what I am tentatively calling my Frankentwins AU!

Uncolored ver. below cut

To The Ground

A steddie murder comic 🖤 by @2jihiir0

The steddie comic I’ve been working on is finally complete and I can finally post it here! 🖤✨🖤 I told myself I’d only post it on tumblr once it was finished, as an incentive to keep going. And it worked!!! It’s finished, and I’m so happy with it !!! 🥰

Making this comic was a journey. This was the first time I’ve worked on something this big and I learned a lot. I’m no comic expert by any means. The page flow is messy, there’s almost zero paneling, and no consistency on the speech bubbles. But you know what - I had fun ✨✨✨✨

I hope you like it 🖤 enjoy these dark and twisted murder boyfriends! 🔪🔥

The Word

All at once, at an uncertain time, on an uncertain day, when no one quite knew what was going on, some people, no one knows how many, started to hear a word. They could not speak it, though they tried. It was as if their mouths became mute to that word alone. They tried to write it, for they were desperate to share, but they found no lettering in any language that conveyed it accurately. Some, those who could, attempted drawing it, painting it, dancing it, singing it, and even sculpting it, but all failed. The Word defied depiction.

It is noiseless, thoughtless, depthless, ceaseless, beginning less, touchless, all encompassing, tasteless, seen, unseen, start, end, nothing, everything, kindness, unkindness, life, death, all of these things, and none of these things. The word defied definition.

A few attempted to live the word through their actions. Some were kind to their fellow man. Giving away all that they had and more, working tirelessly to improve the lives of those around them. They built community, they built love, they built prosperity, and they built peace. Brick by brick, through the corroborative efforts of many people they built a home for all. Again, the word defied depiction.

Some attempted to violently carve the word into the flesh of those around them. Performing disturbing surgeries and mutilations on any they could. They killed, they brutalized, they broke people down, they built monsters from their flesh, and they baptized the world in blood. The word defied depiction.

The word has still never been shared to anyone other than those who heard it, on that uncertain day, at that uncertain time, and it never will be. They will all die with this secret, in utter agony at the thought that The Word dies with them.

No one will ever hear The Word again.