Some bingqiu fluff doodles i made for a reel on my insta page. I remember i drew these instead of doing my thesis 💀 But anyway, pls enjoy them! (and check out my instagram page too!)
304 notes
·
View notes
[Image description: A digital drawing based on the film Saw. It shows Adam Faulkner-Stanheight and Lawrence Gordon's hands reaching towards one another, styled after the painting The Creation of Adam by Michelangelo. Adam is in Adam's position, and Lawrence is in God's. Both of the hands are bloodied. A bunch of items surround, each with a red circle around them, and a note written next to that in the same colour. Each item has some blood on it. At the top, there's a short cigarette and a pistol, with the words "the omens". There's also a tape recorder that says "the beginning and the end". Below the hands, there's a very bloody saw next to a length of chains. The chains state "the ties that bind;" while the saw continues "the ones that don't". Near them, there's Lawrence's severed foot, with the note "the leftovers". Adam's hand also has this note, but capitalised. There's a trail of blood between their hands which is noted as "the promise". Lawrence's hand has the continued note "broken". The background for the piece is dark blue, with a faded picture of the bathroom.]
Inktober - Day 21 (Chains)
Film - Saw (James Wan, 2004)
267 notes
·
View notes
Nico grabbing an enemy by the wrist before they can strike down on him and it would be easy to steal the life from the pulse beneath his fingertips, turn the air in their lungs into his own, but there's a myriad of fighters around him and one life isn't going to power him enough to blast away them all when he's already so tired as it is. He wishes he was bigger, stronger.
He squeezes his hand tight around the wrist he holds back. It shatters. Their sword clatters to the ground. It's not a human noise they make - well, it is, they're human.
Until they aren't. Until boney spikes rip through their clothes, emerging sharp and dangerous from their spine. He squeezes harder. The skin around their skull ripples, like bugs crawling underneath. Then bursts blood and spit and flesh as their jaw unhooks. Teeth pitter-patter onto the ground as larger, sharper, whiter fangs emerge violently in their place.
Their face splits just above the nose as another jaw grows around their eyes, as their esophagus snaps and elongates upwards, as blood and flesh and viscera pour like an unholy flood, arms tearing, legs cracking, flesh hanging off bloody bone, nothing but a monster left behind.
Nothing but a nightmare.
It croons at him. The soul beneath is twisted, ugly, beautiful, spread thin across their new body, new bones, like the veins of their now still and battered heart. It pulses like the lungs torn by their feet once did.
The world has silenced itself in the emergence of Nico's new pet. He squeezes the new wrist, the bone firm and clean beneath his touch.
"Defend me," he whispers.
It croons again, shuffling back on four feet. The world quakes as it turns. The world shivers as it regards them, predator to prey, standing larger than them all, and far more dangerous as they ever recalled it to once be.
And the world screams when it lunges.
123 notes
·
View notes