#Blood Will Be Spilled

[weirdunclegamer]

I was watching a video about cameos of the knight from Hollow Knight appearing in other things, and I wondered if they would mention this simple cameo.  They did not.  It’s not very surprising, this game, Blood Will Be Spilled, is not well known at all.  But there they are!  The knight appears in the first visit to the games’ hub town.  I wouldn’t be surprised at all if the use of bugs for the characters was at least partially inspired by Hollow Knight and its success.

I love insects and insect themed stuff, so I’m definitely on board for games like Hollow Knight and Bug Fables inspiring more people to tap into the limitless amount of possible designs our world’s bugs allow for.

[royal1asset-if]

Late Story Part 1

So hello guys this so so very very late, I know and I apologize for that.

School of mine is demanding and time consuming, I start from 7:00 A.M to 11:30 A.M. then my 2 sub is 1:00 P.M. to 4:00 P.M.

Plus I'm helping the fam in their jobs.

But I finally got the time to write this snippet.

So this Part 1 for now but don't worry after I find a free spot on my schedule I will write the 2 part.

So this snippet is "Luna" due to her being the winner of the last poll.

So in this scenario we will have MC in a bar with Serena and Elrick.

MC recounts the details(Bloody-ish?) of a kid bullying Nick in school.

And well let's see where the story goes 😉😉

(MC's POV)

You finally arrive at "The Bullseye", after a long day at work and your strength is sapped due to your trying to stop Luna from murdering somebody.

"That's why I want the children training and learning how to fight! the voice of your wife echoes in your mind.

"It's a shame that killing or even disabling that bully is not allowed!" you chuckle as you remember, your wife pouting.

Getting closer you can hear the jolly voice and lively music blasting out through the windows of the establishment.

You were just reaching for the handle and from you can smell the most horrid and morbid of smells.

You gag from the stench and turning around and taking all the clean and fresh air.

Gulping and filling your lungs before you will venture inside, you still have no idea why Elrick picks this place as his favorite bar.

You turned around and pushed open the door and the smell is even worse inside and you feel like your being punch in the gut.

You looked around and people are in a happy mood, musicians grinding and playing their instrument like there is no tomorrow, a waitress punching a patron due to being touchy and drunk person lying on the ground.

Yup, it's a pub alright and complete with the aesthetics.

You trek forward and looking for the familiar faces of your companion, Elrick and Serena ask you and Luna to have a get together but sadly Amelia and Conrad is unavailable.

Amelia being shy and preferring to help at the orphanage and that's a acceptable reason.

For Conrad not much, wanting to stay cooped up in his lab and doing experiments.

"Fack off!" those were the words you remember Elrick telling you before Conrad slams the door on his face.

You chuckle because you don't really understand why Conrad hates Elrick so much, sure Elrick is pretty obnoxious(Annoying very) but when you get to know the guy, he's a fun guy and you will always have a good time with him around.

Caught up in your thoughts, your foot trip on something and you started to fall forward, you put your arms in front of you to brace for the impact but a pair of hand caught you in their arms and swinging you around and dipping you low.

"Thinking about me?" a feminine voice ask you in a sultry voice.

You were still shook from the incident and it took you a while to recognized those captivating and manipulative eyes.

"I'm married you know!" she raised you up to your feet and chuckling.

"Now, now I didn't say anything and all I did was just asked you if you were thinking about me in a friendship manner of course!" she winked at you and grinning.

"Hays, still a heartthrob Serena?" you mimic her grin and crossing your arms.

"Well someone needed to be the face and image of the team and I do say who is much suited for the job than me!" she brags and pointing a finger to her chest.

You burst out laughing at her vanity and she glared at you and you stop.

"Got you!" she laughs and you laugh again.

"Woah woah, why are you guys laughing I haven't told any jokes yet!" a voice interrupts the mood.

"Oh great the fool has arrived!" she throws her arms in the air exasperated.

You look to where Serena is looking and you recognized those emerald colored eyes.

"Well it's better than being a slut!" Elrick finger guns Serena.

"Hey!" she protest and puffing her chest out.

Elrick walk closer to you and handed you a mug of ale.

"The man of the hour has finally arrived, you know Serena's horniness can be sense from where I was drinking and I knew without a doubt that she is preying on some poor soul!" he grins and clacking his mug with yours

You raised your mug in salute and drank it's contents, the ale it's pretty sweet and rich in taste at least the drinks in this place is good, it's just a shame that you keep forgetting it due the place is a mess and stinking of rotten piss.

"At least I got laid Elrick!" she retorts and flicking Elrick

He gasp and putting a hand on his chest.

"How dare you!" he points a finger at her.

"I have you know that got laid!" he tilts his head upwards.

You laugh at the banter between the two and Elrick snapped his head at you.

"What's so funny!" he says in a stern tone.

"Because that's the best joke I have heard the whole night!" you laugh and shake your head with Serena's laughter also accompaying you.

"So that's how is gonna be huh?" he took a swig and later chukling.

Serena calming and gathering her composure.

"So MC where's your wife?" she looks at you quizzically.

Your laugh died down and you feel all the tension and pressure from the activity you done earlier returned to your body as once.

"She will be here, she just needs to do something why are you plan!" you groan.

"Let me guess, Nick got bully and got into a fight!" she took the mug of Elrick and took a swig.

"How did you know?" you blurt out surprised.

Serena gulped down the mug and burping loudly.

"It's my job to know darling!" she rubs her mouth with her sleeve.

"Well I sense a story in there!" Elrick jumped onto a table.

"Attention everybody, may I lend your ears for a moment!" he shouts through the tavern and garnering the eyes of every patron.

"So we have here the most famous and know hero, give a round of applause to the Peerless Dragon!" he gestures to you and the room is filled with the sound of applauses.

You waved at everyone and giving them a beaming smile.

"Not only that our Dragon has a story to tell us!" he stepped down on the table and signaling you to take the stage.

At first you were hesitant but Serena and Elrick keep pushing and goading you.

So you shrugged your shoulders and gulped down your ale in one motions and jumped onto the table.

You taking the stage, the people started to holler and whistle at you.

"How's the mistress Dragon!" you hear Garry the barkeeper ask you.

"She's fine but I can't say the same about me!" at your quip, the people around you laugh.

"So anyways, you want a story but I can't seem to see that there is no enthusiasm around here!" you shaked your head.

The people started to slam their mugs on the wooden table and stomping their feet on the cobblestone ground.

"STORY...STORY...STORY...STORY!" they chant and their voice getting louder.

You raised your hand in the air and everyone became quiet.

"Very well a story you want and a story you get!" you cleared your throat and a magical spotlight looms over you.

"Our story tells about a pup who got bullied by other cubs and the mother defender her son very fiercely!" you used symbols but everyone know to which Wolf your pertaining too.

"Oh shet it looks like the the street will be running red tonight!" a patron hollers and everyone laughs.

You laugh because you can agree with how close that patron was to the truth.

"So let's begin!

TO BE CONTINUED

[sanomanjiroceo]

Good morning 🙂

[noknowshame]

why is religious Christmas imagery all so joyful and pleasant? where is the inherent horror of the birth of Christ? A mother is handed her newborn child, wailing and innocent. Her hands come away sticky. Red. Simply by giving her son life she has already killed him. He is doomed from the beginning. Her love will not save him from suffering. Because the thing cradled in her arms is not a baby, it is a sacrifice: born amongst the other bleating animals whose blood will one day be spilled in the name of what demands it. the night is silent with anticipation. Mary, did you know? That your womb was also a grave?

[blessed-bruises]

˚₊‧ ⊰ ⸸ ⊱ ‧₊˚

[starry-bi-sky]

on a completely separate note; shizun luo binghe with a disciple shen yuan who fell into the abyss??? *thinks about LBH canonically stealing SQQ's corpse for 5 years* he'd hallucinate i think. like, like visual and audial hallucinations.

Keeps thinking he's seeing SQQ in the corner of his eyes, or wandering between the trees, amongst a group of disciples. Thinks he hears him calling for him, but its just the wind or another disciple.

Gets Xiu Ya reforged but patently fucking refuses to make a sword mound. Because his disciple Is Not Dead :))) There was No Body. He's Not Dead. And If You keep Insisting That He Is, He's Gonna Skewer You :). He's holding onto Xiu Ya so he can return his most favored disciple's sword when he returns. It's on his hip right next to Zheng Yang where it's supposed to be.

Also this motherfucker?? does not sleep btw. He has the image of SQQ, wide eyed and hysterical and standing at the mouth of the abyss burned into his fucking eyelids. Can't use the dreamscape to escape it either because he keeps trying to save him and either he does and it's an incredibly cruel trick to wake up to, or he doesn't and he gets his heart broken in several different pieces again.

There is no convincing this man that Shen Qingqiu is dead. Absolutely nothing at all. He is buried so deep in denial that moles would be jealous of how deep he is. He keeps making tea for two in the bamboo house only to remember that it's just him. SQQ's fans are hiding everywhere, little reminders of his presence. He goes to wake up SQQ on the mornings he sleeps in-- only to find the room empty.

[keferon]

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAH

[simonbrain]

reader who has an intense urge to sink their teeth into something x simon who's broad all over and eagerly presents himself as a blank (not really) canvas for his love

[shisasan]

Why is it always "I love you," and never "I want to sink my teeth into your soul, crawl inside your skin, and bury myself in your dark warmth with insatiable hunger, binding our blood in a rhythm so deep with such ferocity that the earth sighs, and not even the cold grasp of death could pull us apart?"

[lovwbugg]

guess who started playing limbus

[vashhanamichi]

the absolute angel @shelter-maki0 drew these beautiful masterpieces inspired by my fanfics Contrapasso and Mary Magdalene. I can't describe how touched I am. @shelter-maki0, to me, is probably the greatest Tomharrymort artist there is and her works, that always look haunting and fairy-tale like, inspire me endlessly. These are so beautiful and I can't stop looking at them. 私は光栄です。どうもありがとうございます！

[theoldkyokodied]

Uploading all my Tomgreg art at once from the past few week before season 4 hits, who knows in what kind of mental state i'm gonna be once it does :')

[narikill]

aughdhshfjjsjcjdjfjsbgsknfjs <- leshy in this art probably

[clannfearrunt]

godddd let me just spit all this shit out here's a bunch of people Rill knows or what ever. Nykur family plus DLC

Rill's home life is... stressful. It's been hard to shake the feeling that he was adopted as a trophy to show off when convenient, and Rill's probably not completely wrong even if it wasn't intentional on his parents' parts. The only adult Rill even remotely loves and trusts is Nobils but even that is tainted by their financial ties. The Sun's Blood Spills Over Serrasalm is an admirable figure, but they've only met in person once or twice. Rill would love to eventually take their advice and devour this house from the inside out. Eventually.

bonus

[dragongirlpoet]

Dark Signs

Part I

<Read Part II here>

Alucard x female reader

Synopsis: A flirty, playful night with Adrian takes a dark turn. (1.6k words)

TW: Dark fantasy, horror, blood, smut (explicit) 🔞

This is my first attempt at smut, and who better than my bby Alucard as MC. I hope you enjoy it!

“…And there, in the dead of night, under a moon so maroon, the White Wolf prowled — ravenous. Sturdy were its footsteps, calculated were its gait. Ahead, still as a rosebud in a windless twilight, its prey lay splayed out — helpless. 

Something about its small intakes of breath, its unsuspecting demeanour, made it all the more enticing for the imposing predator. Ever so slowly, the White Wolf, eyes like the golden gleam of a rising dawn, emerged from the thicket, pressing forward, inching closer, closer, closer…”

Body hovering over mine, Alucard’s words were a rasp above my cheek. The antiquated tome he had been reading from now a forgotten humdrum between our bodies. As velvet lips collided into me, I melded into his being. He was a hypnotic wave crashing into shore, and I was but delicate driftwood being dragged underwater.

His kiss was insistent, impatient. I had no escape, no cavity of air to quell the lack of oxygen in my lungs. Still, I kept going, because he was the only breath I needed. My fingers clawed ruthlessly at his back — muscle and bone Herculean from years of battling night creatures and evil forces. Skin so utterly cold, yet I wanted — needed — more.  

His body was a frigid storm to my fervent summer. “You are glorious as the solstice sun, darling. With you I am forever warm, within you I live eternally,” the confession falling easy from his lips the day he had taught me how to hunt.

Faces lost in each other, bodies entwined and limbs tugging like our lives depended on it, Alucard let his hand roam under my nightdress, finally finding solace in the swell of my chest. I shifted slightly at the unusual chill. Was he ever this cold?

Over the months I had become accustomed to his half human intricacies. His unnerving stillness, his undeniable thirst for blood try as he might to hide it, his erratic need to stay up nights in a row roaming the castle “just to be sure…” 

I was no fool. Those witching hours almost always had him back in his childhood room — he would stare, as if entranced, at the spot he had staked his father. And I would see the grief in his eyes — the absolute contrition at his travesty, one he wished he could take back, but couldn’t. 

Alucard, the son of the great Dracula and benevolent Lisa Tepes, the almighty dhampir. A being so beautiful he could bring a kingdom to its knees, yet one so cruelly tormented by his past.

“Baby, eyes on me.” My eyes fluttered open, realising I was lost in the wrong moment. He crashed his lips into mine once again. 

As if in a bid to stop my obsessive thinking, he started to grab at my breast, kneading furiously, thumb toying with my nipple. I leaned in closer, but alas my human endurance had reached its limits and I pulled away for air. 

“I want to know what happened to the prey. I am most opposed to unfinished stories,” I tried to play coy in between ragged breaths. Nose to mine, he wore a smirk on his handsome face. He had a playful glint to his stare — contemplative, as if taunting me to continue with my officious fib. 

Alucard picked the tome up from my stomach, grazing his fingers ever so slightly over my abdomen. He trailed the book slowly down my navel, its cracked spine against my bare skin sent fireworks to my core. I watched with bated breath as the print finally landed where he wanted it — in between my legs. He dragged its spine down, then up again, repeating the motion, teasing, eyes never leaving mine. 

Satisfied with how wet my undergarment had become, he hushed, “I think it better if I showed you instead. Don’t you agree, princess?” 

“Ye..yesss,” 

“Do you like that?”

“Yesss…”

“Open your legs wider.”

I obeyed. Submitting to him was easy. Too easy.

“Let’s see just how wet you are for me, hmm?” 

Without warning, Alucard ripped my soaking cloth off my hips and plunged two fingers inside. I cried out at the shock and how good it felt, and as if by instinct grabbed his hands and guided them deeper into me. Alucard let out a stifled moan at my brazenness, his erection growing fast under his black britches.

He watched with eyes half-lidded, completely spellbound as I bounced into his hand, my breasts rising and falling with every thrust. Body and mind so turned on he reached urgently into his pants and started stroking his length. 

For a long moment we just sat there, eyes locked on each other, legs spread wide, our sex stimulated. And what a profane sight it must have been for our bed chamber was filled with nothing but wanton “fucks” and the squelching of his fingers coated in my lust. 

I fucked myself into his fingers harder, and reached desperately for his cock. With more force than necessary, he caught both my wrists with his free hand and pinned them to my stomach. “That’s for later,” he chided. 

Alucard was usually wary of his inhuman strength around me. But tonight, tonight he was carnal, rough, like an animal being let out of its cage. His knuckles went white with how much pressure he had put on my wrists, and I bit my lip knowing it was going to bruise. 

As if to edge me further, Alucard pulled his fingers out and gazed at them ever so intently, admiring the slather of fluid glistening like diamonds on his digits. If his etherealness hadn’t killed me, then perhaps what he did next would have driven me close to death. With deliberate calm, he brought his fingers into his mouth, swiping his tongue over my juices, savouring every single trickle.

My dhampir, hair like a divine cascade of golden waterfalls, on his knees, drinking my lust as if it were vital sustenance, yet all that he was was in direct contrast to his reverence — powerful, dominant and deadly. I marvelled at his masculine elegance — the way his pectorals tensed as he licked his fingers dry, how his faded sanguine scar stood distinct against his alabaster skin, the definition of muscles that ran down his pelvis…

I swallowed. 

“God, you taste so good. Only for me, yes?” 

“Yesss…” Being thoroughly educated and well-read, I was fairly ashamed it was all the vocabulary I could muster.

And it would seem that more crude words were soon to follow, as Alucard then dove in between my thighs and sent his tongue plunging — deep, depraved — into my clenching walls.  

“Fuuuck, Adrian!” 

Hearing his name sent him over the edge, and he started sucking hard — wet pillow lips against wet pillow flesh. I was heaven and hell collided, rising from it like the luminescent birth of a star. I ground my core into his face, hands grasping his woven-gold hair, willing him to dive further into me. 

Alucard groaned in pleasure against my clit. Powerful, cold hands gripped my thighs apart, and my sweet lover lay soft kisses to the insides, thumbs expertly caressing my sensitive folds. In all his vampire glory, he bared his fangs ever so slightly, sharp teeth just barely peeking through, grazing them over my clit and thighs, nibbling, never breaking skin. I was undone. 

“Adrian…Adrian please…”

“Please what?”

I was all heavy pants and delirious to give a coherent reply.

Head still positioned at the apex of my thighs, his eyes raked over his masterpiece — delicate features coated in sweat, nipples hard from stimulation and the soppy, pulsating cunt laid out like a feast inches from his mouth. What a mess he had made of me, and a mess he was most certainly proud of. 

From in between my legs, Adrian was a fallen angel from a paradise unknown. His eyes like gold afire were so wholly glazed over they looked like one with the smouldering flames nestled atop our chamber candles. 

Patience waning, he asked again. “Please…” humming the words into my clit…“what?” A loud moan escaped my lips. I arched my back in sheer pleasure, feeling the build up in my core.

He dragged his fangs against my thighs, eyes fixated on mine, drinking in my desire. 

“I want…I want…” my chest heaving so violently from how close I was to release.

“What do you want?” Adrian moved to whisper against my ear. This was too much. 

“I want…I want you to turn me.”

Alucard went very still, his pupils blown wide. Everything went very still. The flames lost its dance, the curtains absent of sway.

“What did you say?” His voice was still water with undercurrents of danger. 

His statuesque figure towered over me, pinning me under. 

“I said, I want you to turn me.” 

Alucard held my stare, and as I took them in, an unearthly shadow seemed to lurk beneath those incandescent irises. 

If my question threw him off guard, his unsettling stillness made it clear he wasn’t most fond of surprises. It took a long moment before he finally moved, his supernatural speed having him by the window in seconds. 

Frustration soon shrouded my orgasmic high. I forced my spent body off the reprieve of our mattress. He was going to answer me whether he liked it or not.

“Adrian! You cannot disregard my question any longer! I’ve wanted this from the first time you made love to me, don’t pretend it was never asked of you,” exasperation evident in my tone.

“Peril or not, I am not afraid. I…”

A sudden squall of wind extinguished the flickering flames. Our bed chamber was plunged into chasmic darkness, summoning a bitter chill that seeped through the wooden floors. There, still as a predator hunting prey, hovered the glowing golden orbs of Alucard's eyes, the blacks of his pupils far wider than I’d ever seen. 

“A…Adrian?” 

Part II

[lostdathomirian]

goretober day 4: gut spill