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mindtober
day 27 - umbra
Days 1-3: To myself, Soon, Perfect
For mindtober over on Insta
What is seen and what is hidden
Time for old things!
A drawing from 2022. It was drawn for @/susitse's Mindtober in Instagram, and tells about things we hide, we shows, and how they combine.
I played with risograph-like style here. c:
BWS MINDTOBER 2024 ▸ Day IV
Prompt: ONCE
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October 4th | "the Queen's a quiet killer, if you don't play her right."
“There she is. There’s the fucking killer.”
I can’t tell you the context. Half of it, I don’t remember and the other half, I don’t want to remember. I just know that revenge is a dick, karma is a bitch, and when you cross the two, you’ll get a killer. There are no two ways about it.
It’s what you get when you don’t play your cards right. I play mine with my own luck. It’s reckless, impulsive, animalistic luck to be exact, but for those who believe in it, say your fucking prayers.
I had him pinned against the wall, holding him but the collar of his bloodied shirt. Fresh blood dripped from his lips and bruises were already forming on his swollen cheek. My knuckles were white. I couldn’t blink. All I saw was red. I wanted him soaked in it.
I wanted him dead.
For someone who had the nerve to try a second shot at humiliating Tara, he sure wasn’t living up to the man he thought he was. He was nothing but a Joker in his own deck. He was observed with caution, but worthless. So fucking worthless. I’d told him once before to not ever lay hands on my sister.
Someone was looking out for him tonight, despite the awful, sadistic, appalling things he had done to her, because my gun was back at the apartment.
But I’m Billy Loomis’s daughter. A Buck 120 is more of my speed anyway. That knife stayed strapped to my hip at all times, until I unsheathed it and held it up to his throat.
Frankie didn’t beg for some shitty ending in a self-directed movie. He begged for his life, just like he should. But if he thought I was going to spot him some sympathy, he was sadly mistaken.
When Tara was begging for him to stop, did he fucking listen? Did he stop?
I’m not a murderer. I’m a protector. I’ll stand by that, but when it comes to my family, it’s so easy to blur the line between the two. Luckily, that’s what family is for, because it was Mindy who pulled me back across that line.
“Sam, he’s telling the truth! Fuck him, let’s just get out of here!”
I must’ve said something to make him say whatever truth Mindy was talking about. Fine, I’d let him off for the police to deal with a sexual assault case over a murder one, but that didn’t stop me from making sure he knew what would happen the next time he thought he was worth being in any of our presences. I silenced his whimpering quickly. “Good,” I growled and pressed the blade into his throat, “Because when I do this, people don’t lie.” It was a pleasure to see him just as scared and helpless as he made Tara out to be.
Chad had already carried Tara out of the room, and Mindy tailed them at the sound of approaching sirens.
I kept my blade to his neck as I leaned in to hiss into his ear, “Now, you fucking listen, because I’m only going to say this once…” His strained grunt against the knife was like an encouragement for me to tell him how I was going to tame a brat. “If you come near me and mine again… I’ll kill you myself… And I’ll send you straight to Hell.”
Then, I released him and watched him fall to the floor as I backed away. He looked so pathetic.
Just like Richie…
“How’s that for being involved in that Stab shit?”
a/n: this was an idea from an unwritten prompt that was created between me and @whitewolfstabs so if you're lost, don't worry, this was a fleeting thought i had for a possibility, when i write my part of the prompt
mindtober day 25- the eternal “dance” between light and dark
Once If you wanna check out the art I'm doing for @susitseart's mindtober prompts, please check them out on my ig (@/giuranza) as I don't intend to post all of them over here, ty!
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