Danny Johnson - Blog Posts

he’s heeeeere

“It’s good to see you again.”

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Ohh he’s BACK baby, how I’ve missed him.

gave my boys some updated designs

i like drawing creepy men sometimes

happy early halloween mother fuckers

danny has come to party

also thank you for 200 followers!!!!!

oh frank, don’t you know you shouldn’t talk to strangers?

so here’s a thing… i have the hots for apocalypse AUs

and some dbd headcanons!

i’ve come to feed my children with more dbd stuff

*never posts* here have a (superior) ghostface

Forgot to post this for a friend earlier, whoops.

I shall now be known for drawing with only purple and pink

So like, I just realized I forgot to add smth, but I'm too lazy to fix it.

dbd doodles i did on roblock :J

I need help -.- Slashers have began to take over my life. Again. Michael Myers, Billy Loomis and Billy Lenz, Brahms Heelshire, Danny Johnson- These crafty bastards.

WE DON'T TALK ABOUT HOW LONG THIS TOOK! Life happened lol and I am probably still going to be super slow with posting art, because I am moving! The place I am at has poopy wifi too so I have to do this on limited hot spot.

I have been laughing at this work in progress photo for way too long man XD

what kind of peronality do you think frank and julie's kid would have (I think they're going to be the biggest crotch gremlin to ever exist)

Frank and Julie are hella chaotic and have to mellow out a lot to even begin to raise a baby. Once that kid is old enough, you can BET Frank and Julie will go back to old habits. Just that alone, yeah that kid is going to be a little monster. A little family that commits murder as an outing. There may also be the whole thing of, "Hey kid you want to try this blunt," from at least Joey. Danny is watching The Legion try and take care of this baby with a strong, "WTF," expression.

My first ever commission is done! A friend requested I draw their OC playing bop it in a funny style, and this is what I came up with. The emotional support serial killer

Caught the Ghost Face

I really had fun drawing this one. I love flowing thingies. I also got to play with head on lighting. I am ashamed of my layer count for this though. I went well over 50.

It was not always what I wanted it to be. I got kinda stumped here and almost gave up here but friendly reminder to keep going until you are happy with what you make!

P.s. Happy New Years!

i heckin LOVE bamboozle!

stupid murder man meets big murder man😳

Fixation

Chapter 28: Backstabber

Mentions of: Past Abuse/Miscarriage, Stabbing, Death, Blood, Slight Gore, etc.

Tags: @froegis @dead-bxxxtch-walking @vandeaad @mama-miya @darthwhorecrux @stwbwwychan

“No.” That was the first word that slipped from your mouth, as you stared at his face, watching him stand with the Ghostface mask in hand. You couldn’t help but gape at his face. His bare, revealed face. “No, no, no.”

Jed Olsen. Your boyfriend. The guy you fell for. He was Ghostface. It all made so much sense now. It was so obvious. It was right under your nose, and you never even realized.

How could you be so blind? How could you be so stupid? You had promised yourself you would figure out who he was, but you chose to ignore all the warning signs. You only saw what you wanted to. You were such an idiot.

“I know you must have a lot of questions. I mean, what do you even call me? Danny, Jed, Ghostface? For the record, Danny or Ghostface is just fine.” He winked at you with a smirk. Your reaction was even better than he ever imagined.

“Why- why are you doing this?” You asked, still in shock, various emotions overwhelming you. He shrugged. “You’re the expert, you tell me.”

Your eyes went down to Alex, whose body was sprawled out on the floor, blood still seeping into the cracks and holes on the ground. “You killed him. I still can’t believe you killed him.”

“You’re welcome.” He said in a sing-song voice, leaning against the wall and still catching his breath a bit after what just happened.

“He was my ex fiancé. When I first met him, I thought he was perfect. Talented, smart, handsome, a little bit cocky, but it was okay. But after a while, he started getting possessive, controlling almost every part of my life. And then he started hurting me. It just kept happening again and again and it wouldn’t stop. I- I got pregnant, and he pushed me down the stairs, and- I managed to get away from him for awhile, but I always wanted to make him pay for what he did. I hated him.”

“Seems like you got a knack for falling for the wrong guy, sweetheart. It’s a good thing I killed that bastard.” Danny grinned, walking over, and tapping his knife to your chin, trailing it down to your throat. You let him, not even flinching. “Are you going to kill me?”

That made Danny pause. If he was being honest with himself, he had no idea what he was going to do with you. For once, he didn’t plan everything out.

Suddenly, there was the sound of sirens, making Danny jump. Police sirens. Ambulance sirens. It was just before dawn, the sky a light purple and red outside. Flashes of red and blue lit up through the window, illuminating the once dim house.

“Shit. Someone must’ve heard and called the police.” He muttered, slipping his mask on. “What now?”

While you were panicking, Ghostface seemed cool and collected, like he handled this before, which wasn’t too surprising. “C’mon.”

He picked you up by the undersides of your thighs, making you yelp in surprise. You wrapped your arms around his neck, letting him carry you out bridal style through the backdoor of your house.

The next thing you knew, you two were leaving town, in a car Danny stole. He had changed out of his Ghostface clothes, and was driving down the highway. You were with him now, and honestly, you were fine with it.

You rested your chin on your hand, looking out the window, and feeling your eyes grow heavy, before you eventually succumbed to sleep. This was your life now. Wherever Danny went, you went with him.

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You awoke to being pushed onto the ground, hard. Wherever you were, it was cold, wet and damp. It was early morning, a light fog all around. You looked around to see who had done it, but there was nothing, no one.

“Danny?” You called out, trying to get to your feet, before you were knocked to the ground again. This time, you could see who it was.

“Right here, sweetheart.” He said from behind you. He was in Ghostface attire, sitting on your back and straddling you. You were so confused. What was happening? What was he doing?

“While this has been nice, and I’ve had lots of fun, it seems like your time is up. I would let you live, but I like to work alone.” That was when you felt the first stab.

You cried out, feeling the knife getting jammed into your back, trying to fight him off, squirming underneath him, but it was no use. He was too heavy, and you already felt so weak.

Then he jammed the knife into your side a couple of times, before shoving it deep into your back, all of the blade inside you. Tears of pain streaked down your face, as you felt him pull you back by your hair, and take one last picture of both you and him together.

You stared at the camera, feeling the blood spill through your mouth, the flash blinding you. After the picture was taken, he pulled the knife out, stepping back.

Everything was starting to get blurry and dark, and you could hear Danny’s voice, but you couldn’t understand what he was saying. All you could wonder is how you could let him do this to you? You fought so hard, and you just let yourself die like this. You let yourself trust him.

A thick, dark fog began rolling in, beckoning you. Were you dead? Was this hell?

Using all your might, you crawled towards the fog, hearing a low voice whispering into your ear. The darkness completely engulfed you, and no longer did you feel pain. Instead, you felt nothing, numbness, as you stayed there, in the void.

Eventually, the fog lifted, and you were standing on your feet, in some sort of dense, dark, unfamiliar forest. You cautiously walked through the forest, a strange feeling of dread and anxiety looming over you.

But then you felt another feeling. A more familiar one. That you were being watched. Suddenly, you felt a gloved hand grab your mouth, pulling you back. “Hey Dollie, ya miss me?”

Man…fictional male character with nice titties makes me want to suck on it