Bloodied Hands (Bloody Painter x Male reader)
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A Bloody Painter x Male Reader story. (Chosen by spinning a wheel because I am terrible at making decisions lol) Warning: this story isn't going to be all fluff, there will be some pretty harsh parts, murder (obv), blood, triggers such as: su!c!de, $3lf h@rm, tr@um@t!ic experiences, yelling. etc. Please do not read if any of these are severally triggering to you.
Please let me know if you want a female or non-binary version of this?
The cover art is part of a drawing, drawn by me: the full drawing took 5 hours :)
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