#ask-dbd-nea

[ask-dbd-nea]

Nea Warmup Requests!

I had less patience than I thought I would, but these two were really cute to slap out!  (Also after finding my art reuploaded on instagram, all pieces I post will have a lame watermark right across the face/main picture. rip)

[stabby-daddy]

if I promise not to tag your back with my leftover spray paint, can you /not/ mori me next trial? -- ask-dbd-nea

“Nea you’re pathetic little threats won’t keep me from using a Mori on you, any damage to my clothes during a trial will disappear. But to entertain you I won’t mori you, I’ll just Mori all of your friends and sacrifice you on a hook in front of their bodies.”

[eatspraypaint]

People keep pulling the killer thing with you too? (ask-dbd-nea)

All the damn time, you can't win!

Care to partake in passive aggressive graffiti?

[franks-dirty-blade]

✂ (@ ask-dbd-nea) yeehaw

Gutted || @ask-dbd-nea || Meme || Accepting

“You should have just left that fuckin’ pipsqueek to bleed out…”“Now there’s no where left to run.”“And his blood’s on your hands.”

Frank spoke with heavy breath filled words. He’d been chasing her for some time now. But as he backed her into a corner and aproached oh so menicingly. His excitement grew and over powered his exhaustion. He knew what came next. He could already hear her screams and begs for life. It was thrilling.

“You really had me for a moment with that awful fucking pallet.”“Hit me so hard i almost lost you.”

“But now here we are.”“… I’m really going to fucking enjoy this.”Gripping his favoured blade, he stalked towards her with heavy feet. Till only mear steps away from touching. 

Through the mask he could see her clearly. The fear and tears in her eyes. His sadistic nature kicking in as he thought about how delightful she looked in the moonlight. The blood from earlier injuries smeared and shimmering upon her skin. 

Without much leave of sense, time or hesitation he lunged forward at her and dug the blade of his knife deep and purposfully into her stomach. He wasn’t going to kille her like the rest. No. She deserved something a little more… Cruel.

Twisting the blade, he looked her dead in the eye and didn’t falter as blood gushed and splattered upon his bandage wrapped hand. The blood staining the somewhat grey cloth a deep maroon as he let her drentch him. 

This feeling, this satisfaction of driving something so sharp into someone so soft, was enthrawling.Frank almost lost himself in his bloodlust. His mind already volitile was loosing it’self further as he dug the knife deeper and deeper into her before removing it and stabbing her twice more.

His other hand, grabbing the back of her neck and pulling her forward into what would look like an embrace. But was more so an act of balance. Not wanting her to fall until he had finished spilling her insides onto the grass below. 

After so long and with such a quiet hush over the trial. He finally let her go and fall to the ground.Grumbling softly as he left her there. 

“Kinda wish ya’ cried more…”