Wywewnętrznianie/Spilling Guts (2025)

what it says on the tin! I offered to throw together something on drawing raw meat (in a mouthwashing server, naturally) so here it is in case someone finds it useful

A Story About Taking in a Strange Creature by Ishida Umi

Sheol, oil on glass with wood frame by Kim Jakobsson

oh shit!!! a rat!!!!!

what were YOU going to do with the blood, j hops?? don't let it go to waste. feed your local BLOODBOY today

Where I post from.

'santa cruz jerk-beef ruin--corner,' 2002 in adriana varejão: histórias às margens [at the margins] - museu de arte moderna de são paulo (2013)

The embodiment of desire to stay young forever. The fear of losing one's looks and vitality. The sanguine hunger of desperate humanity.

BLOODBOY runs a wellness center called Feed Your Youth with promises of blood transfusions that will keep his victim in the prime of their life. Then, BLOODBOY will goad them to take more and more blood from him, until they give in to their hunger for eternal youth and drain him dry, killing him. A few days later, after patients have stewed in the horror of their own actions, they spontaneously exsanguinate, and BLOODBOY reforms anew, leaving the withered husk of his victim behind. He can also be found taking advantage of slaughterhouse drainage pipes, absorbing animal blood. He takes the form of a young man, but can also appear as a viscous puddle of blood, a shambling ooze (also of blood), and thin, sticky threads of, you guessed it, blood.

i also wanted to draw him harassing jared hopworth so here's that

Scoliosis gang rise up..!

Redesign of my oc

Riley. Basically got kidnaped by the visera cultists, their organs were eaten. Comes back to life The thing chest scene style and eats the cultists, now needs to eat human meat. One day tries to attack disgused Jared and eat him, learns that he is like them and can supply them with human meat, now they are kinda fracquaintances.

So apparently Tumblr ate my original post about this but:

A couple weeks ago I’m going to get lunch and as I open the fridge, my mother attempts to communicate to me that any chicken currently in the fridge is ok for people to eat, because the chicken that was intended for the dog to eat has been used up.

What she actually says is, “That’s human chicken.”

After taking a minute to process all horrible implications of the phrase “human chicken”, I decide to go a different route and hold the tupperware of chicken out to my sister, saying, “Behold, a man!”

This was evidently the wrong choice, as it meant I had to explain to my parents who Diogenes was, thereby cementing the incident in their minds and leading to me, just now, opening the fridge to see the following incredibly cursed image: