#Acts of Blood

[alpha-beta-gamer]

Acts of Blood is a brutal Indonesian third person beat 'em up inspired by The Raid!

Read More & Play The Beta Demo, Free (Steam)

Gameplay Video:

[gebo4482]

Acts of Blood - Steam Demo Trailer (English)

Steam

[edgy-senju]

Fallen Angel Gabriel anyone?👀

More info under the cut

After his second defeat at the hands of V1, and having been stopped before killing the Council, Gabriel is condamned to a fate worse than death. Deprived of his holy light, he is now stuck in Hell as a Fallen Angel.

He can no longer fly and moves about aimlessly, dragging his wings along on the ground - like a constant, painful reminder of his failure.

He hunts V1 down with far more spite than before, seeking revenge. However, the chase is mutual, as the machine is also hunting him for blood. They battle whenever they meet but, despite his pitiful state, his instinct always forces him to flee before his ultimate elimination.

[lyss-butterscotch]

The art of violence

[tawnysoup]

CW DEATH, DEAD BODY, STRANGULATION, BLOOD, IMPLIED SELF-HARM (in case my tags aren't enough!!!! stay safe)

(Above you, you hear Loop trying to take a breath.)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

None of our hands are clean

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[catdile]

“Say its name, make it real.”

[tsunami-sand]

The Blood Symphony of Lathander 🩷❤️💚🩵🧡💙💜🤍

[glassrunner]

EKKO AND JINX IN THE UNIVERSE WITHOUT HEXTECH | ARCANE S02E07

[lazylittledragon]

what could go wrong

bonus:

[eternalpariah]

sevika..sevika come home…the kids miss you…i mutter as the nurses drag me back to the psych ward

[ganglemanva]

can you do a vidio killing people with a rock

[gebo4482]

Acts of Blood - Full Combat Showcase

Steam Page Trailer

Website / Steam

[rwsdarw]

something something frankenstein

[bluebells-and-dragonflies]

God, the intimacy of Astarion feeding from you.

Astarion drinking from your neck as he pulls your body closer to his in bed, his chest up against your back, his arms wrapped around your waist. It's a casual thing, now, his whispered can I? and your answering nod, as much a part of your bedtime routine as your bath or his curl care. You sigh as his fangs pierce your skin and his fingers flex against your stomach. His breath hitches when the taste of you hits his tongue, and that's familiar too, the physicality of it, the noises he makes low in his throat as he drinks, the way he grows warmer against you as your blood begins to flow through his veins. Nothing else makes you feel so heady, so intoxicated- so comforted.

Astarion drinking from your wrist when he’s starving for it and can’t wait to get you more comfortable. Pulling him into an alleyway one night on the way home from the Elfsong because you can see how badly he's craving in the way he can't keep his eyes off of the pulse point in your neck. He seizes your arm with both hands (can I? Yes-), bringing the soft skin on the inside of your wrist to his lips. He has just enough presence of mind to kiss the heel of your hand distractedly before he bites, fangs sliding through your skin and into the vein. The sound he makes can only be described as a growl, something feral and possessive (and you'll never tell him that it turns you on, since he would be insufferable about it- a promise to yourself that lasts exactly as long as the space between the moment and the next time you're tipsy and want him).

(NSFW Below!)

Astarion drinking from your inner thigh, one hand holding your leg steady and the other cupping your cunt. You groan, eyes shut in pleasure, as his thumb comes to rub your clit. The pain of the bite is barely pain this way- it collides with the pleasure in your belly and sends you almost out of your mind, overwhelmed with sensation and heat. He takes you all the way there, takes just enough from you to have you relaxed and pliant and soaring somewhere above your own body, plays you like an instrument with all the knowledge of you he's gathered over the months, the years. He knows when you're close, knows to crook his fingers inside you just so, knows the reaction he's going to get when he pulls away from your thigh for just a moment and looks up at you with dark eyes and tells you to come for him, he wants to see it, you fall apart so beautifully and it's all for him, isn't it, tell him how good he makes you feel and when you climax with his voice in your ear and the scent of blood on the air he has the audacity to laugh at how well he understands you, your body.

He's soft, after, softer than he'll ever be with anyone who isn't you. He licks you clean before he takes you to the bath, carrying you with the strength your lifeblood gives him. It's the least he can do for you, with everything you've given him: not just your body, but your trust, your closeness, and he will never stop being grateful.

[chiliger]

Blot away the light