You’re splayed out in Techno’s bed, hands gripping the sheets as he fucks into you, his hands possessive on your hips as he watches you moan. He’s gorgeous above you, hair falling out of his bun and framing his face, intense as he watches you with half lidded eyes.
You make eye contact with him, clenching tight around him and watching his eyes shudder closed as he groans. He cracks an eye open and stares down at you, a smirk blooming across his face, and snaps his hips forward ruthlessly. It forces a moan out of you, louder than you intended, and you want to hide.
He chuckles, and you feel more than you hear him bend to press wet kisses over your exposed throat, his stubble scraping against sensitive skin and making you whine. Everything feels enhanced, your heart racing in your chest, your cunt dripping around his cock, and it’s thrilling as it is embarrassing how worked up Techno gets you.
He uses your distraction as an excuse to bite down, sucking harsh marks high on your neck where you won’t be able to hide them come tomorrow, and his hands move from your hips to lift your legs higher as he picks up his pace. He groans, low and raspy, pressing his forehead to your shoulder as he gets closer to coming.
You whine, clinging to him and scraping your nails up his spine. You’re so close, the new angle he’s fucking you with driving you mad with lust and neediness, trying to take more. You’re barely coherent, but you choke when you feel something big pressing into you, the pressure of it stretching you open making your eyes roll back.
Techno moans, loud in your ear, and turns to bite the crook of your neck, his tusks promising bruises in the morning, and you sob out a moan of his name as you cum, the realization that he’s knotting you pushing you over the edge.
He grinds into you, his knot sliding into you with a slick sound that make something in your gut throb, and you don’t think you could feel more full, don’t think you could take more, but his knot swells inside you and then he’s coming, and you almost cum again at the feeling of him breeding you deep.
You go limp under Techno as he croons praise, a purr rumbling from deep in his chest. You have to figure out what you did to get this reaction from him.
warnings for dark themes, horror, death, consensual murder???
lads this one is a doozy and if you are not into horror i recommend not reading it at all. i had to split it up into several parts for my own sanity
When you appear at the survivor’s campfire, you’re understandably disoriented, the entity’s realm is the very definition of a hellscape
It quickly becomes apparent that you’re different from the other survivors, sure you’re all just people in a miserable situation, but at least they can remember their names
The only thing that comes to mind when you’re prompted to give your name is The Acolyte
Your missing memory and odd title is met with sympathy outwardly, though you wouldn’t be surprised if more than one or two of the others was suspicious of just what you needed a title for
You tend to stick by the campfire as much as possible. Other survivors will wander off into the woods, exploring and scavenging useful items, but you just don’t feel comfortable wandering off on your own yet
It takes multiple trials before you’re willing to risk it, the exhaustion of dying repeatedly making the allure of items more attractive, so you begin to explore the woods around the campfire
It’s nerve wracking at first, the lingering fear of the trials carrying over into the woods, but you slowly adjust to them. The assurances of your fellow survivors that the killers can’t hurt you outside of trials helped more than you thought it would, though you are curious how they know that for fact
The quiet comfort you’ve eased into is what alerts you there’s something… off, at first. You’re crouched down low, examining a rusting away box jammed into the bottom of a tree, when the hair on your neck stands on end, and you are suddenly, acutely aware that you’re being watched
You half expect to see The Ghost or The Shape looming from just behind a tree, but when you look up there’s nothing. It takes you a moment as you scan your surroundings, but you realize that… whatever is watching you doesn’t make you feel scared or unsafe.
It’s just. There.
It’s something you grow used it, even find comforting at times. In a way, it’s nice to know you’re not alone in the woods. Even if the other survivors feel differently about the strange presence that watches you. According to them it feels oppressive, like they’re drowning under the pressure of it.
It’s not until you’re pulled into a match that you understand.
The pressure in the air feels suffocating, and you swear you can taste blood when you breathe.
The map is new, snow and ice crunching under your feet as you move by instinct to the nearest generator. There are no visible structures around, just endless stretches of snow and ice, an evergreen weighed down by ice scattered here or there. Without the debris the Entity scatters over every location, you can tell this would be a beautiful place.
The match goes smoothly at first, you finish your gen and move on, running into Meg and helping her finish a second gen before splitting up to try for a third.
The roar that splits the silence of the snow makes you freeze in place, heart beating a mile a minute as you scan your surroundings, praying that it wasn’t you who was spotted. You haven’t seen the killer all match, but from the roar you can guess it’s probably the Oni, who you have a bad track record with.
You’re working on your third gen when the scream sounds, high pitched and agonized in a way you recognize. Kate’s been hooked. You wince in sympathy even as you keep working, only pausing when you’re suddenly hit with the overwhelming feeling of being watched.
It’s not the sudden chill that comes with being stalked, the uneasy anticipation of a knife in your back that you’re used to in matches…
It’s familiar in an odd way you can’t place, but it doesn’t feel dangerous enough to keep you from finishing the gen.
The moment it starts up, you bolt towards where you heard Kate scream, legs burning as you hope she’s already been helped. She hasn’t, and you help her down from the hook with apologies spilling from your lips.
She waves them off, and in a low voice tells you it’s the killer you appeared with, the one you’ve never seen. You tug her behind some debris to bandage her and you’re both rewarded with the sound of the final generator starting up.
You head for the nearest door together, Kate pulling the lever to power it while you keep an eye out. The feeling of being watched has gone away, and for some reason that makes you uneasy.
Meg appears out of the gloom as the door opens and you wave her and Kate through, murmuring that you want to keep an eye out for your fourth. There hasn’t been any telltale signs of their death, so they must be out there somewhere, and you’ve never been keen on leaving people behind.
Meg and Kate are out, and you only wait a minute or so before the roar of the killer shatters the silence again, closer this time.
Ace comes sprinting towards the door, shouting incoherently, but you’re fixated on the figure behind him.
The killer looms, and if you had to guess his height you’d put it at maybe eight feet, it’s hard to tell with the massive boar’s skull resting on his shoulders. The only thing you can see inside the skull are the glowing red of the killer’s eyes, locked with yours.
He stops, the matted fur of his cape scraping against the snow, the blood dripping off of him sizzling as it hits ice. You can’t look away. You can’t move.
Ace grabs your arm, trying to pull you through the door, pull you out, but you’re frozen.
The killer raises his arm, massive battle axe outstretched, and you find yourself moving towards him to the sounds of Ace’s confusion.
You step closer, until the blade of his axe settles into the crook of your neck, the icy metal burning against your skin as you stare up at him
The Blood God
You know who he is
Of course you do, how could you not? How could you have forgotten him?
He bends closer to you, the smell of blood becoming overwhelming, and even as you begin to press forward, his blade cutting into you skin, you hear him make a deep rumble from deep in his chest.
The last thing you hear before the blackness of the Entity’s realm takes you is his voice, low and raspy.
warnings for dark themes, horror, death, consensual murder, stalking, knots, strangulation, long ass post
It becomes noticeable when you start venturing out further away from the campfire, scavenging in the woods for flashlight batteries, a medkit, anything helpful. You’re long used to the feeling of being watched in the woods, though lately it feels… More.
You’re deep in the woods again, trying to reach a half rusted metal lockbox wedged into a tree when you feel it. You can’t describe the feeling, but one moment you’re straining to reach the box and the next you’re staring into the glowing eyes of The Blood God from across the tiny clearing.
He doesn’t move, and you find yourself slowly relaxing from the position you were straining in, settling back on your feet and resting the hand that had been reaching up on the trunk of the tree.
You just… watch each other for what feels like a lifetime, some kind of energy drawing you together, but then he’s slowly moving towards you. You watch as he stops just in front of you, so close you can feel his body heat, and after a beat, he breaks eye contact.
Instead, he looks up into the tree, and pries the lockbox out. He holds it for a moment, studying it awkwardly, and then he’s pressing it into your hands, and stepping back.
He doesn’t return to the other side of the clearing, just steps away to what you judge to be just out of arm’s reach for him.
You thank him quietly, and watch as he gives a low rumble in response, looking away from you as if bashful. It’s… cute.
The box ends up having a pretty decent medkit in it, and you sag slightly in relief knowing you’ll be that much better off come the next trial. As you keep moving through the woods, searching out anything that could come useful, The Blood God follows. He never comes too close, and he never once makes a move to hurt you. Somehow, his company is the most comforting thing you’ve felt since finding yourself in the Entity’s realm.
When you leave the woods, he lingers in the treeline, and it’s only after you turn and wave that he vanishes back into the shadows.
You don’t tell anyone.
It keeps happening, though. Every time you go explore, mentally mapping out the parts of this hellscape you’re allowed to wander, or just scavenging for items, The Blood God is there, keeping you company.
He slowly gets closer, moving from arm’s reach to eventually being by your side. The heat that rolls off him chases away any chill, and his presence makes you feel safe, and then safer still when you catch the pale features of The Shape watching you through the trees one time, only to be scared off by the vicious snarl that rips out of The Blood God upon seeing him.
He begins touching you sometimes, the softest brush of his claws over your hair, a gentle but firm grip on your shoulder turning you so you see whatever treasure he’s spotted for you.
You wonder sometimes, what exactly makes you special to him. Why he spends time with you, protects you…
Why in every trial you see him in, the moment he notices you, he abandons other prey to chase you.
You start getting a reputation among your fellow survivors, at first it was concerned glances, getting singled out by a killer is never a good thing, after all. As time passed, and it became clear that you didn’t mind dying to his hand, it became a joke, of sorts. A ribbing, mind keeping him occupied while we get out, Acolyte?
You didn’t mind, though. Dying to The Blood God felt the same as the first time. Like a dream, like it was meant to be that way, like every slice of his axe was fate. The chase becomes a game, and more often than not you find yourself smiling as you lead him in circles, not because you’re getting away, but because you know he’ll always catch you.
Then, things change.
You’re in another trial, the killer not having shown themself, and the only survivor you’ve found is David. He gave you a grin when he saw you, and you roll your eyes despite your smile. He’s annoying at times, a roguish flirt, doing his best to make you smile. It’s not so bad at the campfire, but in matches you find it a little much.
You’re working on a generator together, and next to you David swears as his fingers fumble and it goes off with a loud bang. You scramble to get up, to run away from there, the killer alerted to it for sure, but you slip. David catches you by the arm and drags you up, wrapping an arm around your shoulder to support you as he prepares to all but hurl you over the nearby palette.
You both freeze at the roar behind you, the sound monstrous and angry, and you can see over David’s shoulder that it’s him. The Blood God.
He charges forward, and David shoves you away as he tries to avoid the blow, the tip of the axe just catching his shoulder and ripping his jacket. You stumble back, disoriented, and watch as The Blood God’s gaze turns to you.
He sweeps your feet out from under you, and from where you fall on the ground you watch David give you a helpless, apologetic look as he scrambles away into the foliage. A rumble turns your gaze above you, and you startle when you realize that instead of standing over you, The Blood God is so much closer.
He pins you to the ground, one large hand keeping your wrists together and pinned to the dirt. With the other, he pushes up the mask you’ve never seen him without, and your breath catches in your chest.
Your first thought is his eyes really are that red.
They glow with eerie light, slit pupils blown wide as he looks down at you. Scars stretch across his face, and two sharp tusks jut out from his bottom lip. Long hair spills out of what looks like a messy braid, and you’re enchanted by how it’s a soft pink.
He stares down at you, brows knitted as he watches your face carefully, searching for something. You don’t know what he’s looking for, but he finds it, face softening out of what you realize was something possessive, jealous even.
And then he’s even closer, and the world around you melts away into something dizzy and dreamlike as he kisses you. It’s hungry, almost desperate in the way he brings his free hand up to your cheek, in the way he barely wants to pull away.
He’s settling between your thighs, and you wonder when you spread them open for him, when you wrapped them around his waist, but you don’t care anymore, just try to drag him closer with them.
He’s ripping your clothes away, snarling as his claws snag on them, and then his fingers are pressing into you, making you gasp and keen as he moves them, like he knows all the places to touch to drive you insane as quickly as possible.
You’re moaning and whining, you realize, your head thrown back as he works you to an orgasm, his mouth on your neck, sucking and biting marks that would be impossible to hide if they lasted outside the trial.
You open your eyes, unsure when you closed them, and find yourself making eye contact with David, his eyes wide, a hand over his mouth, as he hides half behind a palette. You don’t get the chance to process it much though, as The Blood God lets go of your wrists in favor of touching you.
A strong hand running down your chest, smoothing over your hip, and then he’s touching you and you’re cumming with a cry, a name you’ve never heard before slipping past your lips.
Against your neck, you feel Techno’s sharp smile, the victory of making you remember him, and he presses a last kiss to a fresh mark before pulling back to look at you, his eyes raking over your body. He pulls his fingers from you, and your whole body feels hot as you watch him lick them clean.
You don’t know when he undressed, but when he ducks down to kiss you again, you feel the hot press of his cock against you, and you whine, bucking your hips, unsure if you want him in you or if you’re too sensitive still.
The slide into you stretches you in a way that you didn’t know you needed, you craved desperately, until he was filling you. It’s perfect, and when you feel his knot nudging against your entrance you moan his name again.
Your mind goes blank as he fucks you, pleasure overtaking you. All you can do is cling to him, moaning and sobbing as he fucks orgasm after orgasm out of you. You realize briefly at one point that he’s saying something, and when you try to focus to hear it, you realize he’s snarling a litany of mine, and missed you into your skin.
Distantly, you think you hear the sounds of one of the doors being opened, your other survivors escaping, but you can’t bring yourself to care, to think of anything but the way Techno groans as you tangle your fingers in his hair.
The way he purrs as he comes inside you makes your eyes roll back as you cum one last time, your whole body falling limp as exhaustion takes you. Techno nudges his forehead to yours and you look up at him with lidded eyes.
When you make eye contact, you know.
It’s you who decides, reaching out for his wrist, and pulling his hand to your throat. You watch his eyes go dark again as his pupils expand, and he kisses you softly one more time before his hands are closing on your throat. Your vision darkens as dizziness takes you, the lack of air making you float off into nothingness.
Next thing you know, you’re at the campfire.
You find out it was Kate and Jake in the trial with you, as they apologize for not coming to find you and David before leaving.
You wave off their apology, as does David, but he can’t look you in the eye, and you notice that he’s unfailingly polite with you now. It’s almost funny, and somehow you can’t feel the embarrassment you know you would have, once.
The next time you wander into the forest, Techno is there, sliding his mask off and purring as he ducks down to press your foreheads together.
Time is hard to track in the Entity’s realm, but you grow used to spending most of your time in the fog and the trees, Techno at your side.
Sometimes you just wander together, sometimes you find yourself dozing against his side
Sometimes he presses you up against a tree and fucks you full, crooning your name, you think he’s the only person who knows it, who can use it. Other times, he presses you gently into the moss covered ground, rocks into you gently and whispers devotion into your skin.
this is a series of drabbles that were inspired by ModX! an au where techno, while babysitting demon!wilbur, discovers a new disciple of the blood god, which in this au is a hive mind collective of gods
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It’s the smell of blood that you notice first, pulling you away from watching the demons, the pastor even, argue over a fellow parishioner. You turn, your seat in the very back of the church providing you the cover to excuse your odd actions, and next to you stands a giant man, dripping blood.
You take a moment to watch how the blood falls to the floor, lingering only a few moments before it fades away into nothing. When you look back up, the man is staring at you, red eyes burning into your own.
He doesn’t feel like the demons. He’s more than they are. Staring into his eyes feels like you’re suffocating, the aura of More around him stealing the air from your lungs. He steps closer, attention solely on you now, and you think you understand how your family feel about their god.
You’re losing time, the world around you blurring as it all narrows down, to just you and Him. His hand is on your chin, tilting your face up, his face is close to yours, the smell of blood overwhelming.
Red is all you see, red is taking over your vision, your every sense.
The God of Blood stands before you, terrible in every way, and just as beautiful to match it. He pulls you from your seat, drawing you close, and his touch leaves rivulets of blood dripping down your skin.
The taste of iron fills your mouth, red filling your lungs, red filling your eyes, your heart.
The Blood God kisses you, and with it, your devotion is sealed.
For the first time, you Believe, and your God smiles against your lips.
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Every sense you have is full of blood, the copper smell never leaves you anymore. You can feel it dripping down your cheeks, see it seeping over the floor under you, but you’ve long since learned no one can see it.
Just you and your God.
Techno is lounging on the pew in the very back of the church with you, the two of you watching as the pastor, Wilbur, curls his tail possessively around his…. prey? Maybe toy fits better, with how attached he seems.
Next to you, Techno huffs a near silent laugh. Neither of you speak the thought, neither of you need to anymore, but it’s clear to you both that were it not for humanity’s general disbelief in the supernatural and their desperate clinging to the concept of holiness, Wilbur’s gig would long be up.
He simply can’t hide his nature for long.
The thought that crosses your mind next isn’t your own, instead heavy with a mental reverb you’ve come to associate with The Blood God. It’s a miracle that his father ever let him leave home rumbles through your brain like thunder.
It’s no wonder he asked me to watch over him.
What does it say, you wonder, that a demon’s chaperone is a God? Only good things, the rumble in the back of your head insists. You look over to Techno, to find him eyeing you out of the corner of his eye, smile tugging at his lips.
Babysitting, you think, and you’re treated to the sight of him laughing, and you think in that moment that even if you didn’t already belong to Him, you’d be done for, seeing this.
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It takes you longer than you’d like to admit to realize what’s happening to you. You spend what feels like eternity with your head tangled up with Techno’s, with the thousands of voices who coo in your head, chattering and arguing and welcoming you home.
It takes you a while to realize that The Blood God isn’t a singular entity, but thousands. Techno is The Blood God and so are you, so are all the voices that cheer one of us! and aww the baby! look at the baby!
It makes things shift in your head, aligning in a way they weren’t before, and you can finally separate your sense of self, of identity, from the cacophony in your mind.
Not before you lost things, though.
Techno calls you Icarus, thinks of the moment you met his eyes and Joined the Blood as the sun, when you fell from the wax wings of humanity and became like him.
You can’t remember who you were before that. You know he regrets this, feel the soft sting of it in the back of your chest, but not enough to stop calling you that. You’re Icarus now, the newest Blood God, prowling under your mentor’s watchful eye.
Techno sighs over it and jokes about how he’s babysitting two of you now. You may have pulled yourself away from the blend of voices, but you’re still connected, and Techno finds comfort in being able to show you things, push thoughts and feelings at you to understand. It’s easier than trying to put together the words for it.
You know that you’re equals, both made of Blood and Violence now, but also that you’re very young, for a god. You know that the demon, Wilbur, is the son of Techno’s best friend, know that Phil will laugh at him for coming back with you in tow, that he’s here only because Phil frets over his son.
You know that Wilbur is like you, adult but also young for his power. You both have millennia ahead of you, and you’re expected to spend the next few hundred years getting in and out of trouble. It’s how you learn.
You know that when you fight with Techno, weapons abandoned for wordless snarling and teeth and claws, it’s like how puppies play. Your claws, when did you get claws, dig into flesh and Techno laughs, finding your bloodlust endearing.
You’re dead to your old family, dead as far as humanity is concerned, but you’ve never felt more alive. The Blood is your family now, thousands of hearts beating as one, and they cheer and croon and call for bloodshed in the back of your head.
You look to Techno, finding him looking back, and you find you’re both grinning, teeth sharp and ready for more.
I’ve been seeing a lot of artists I follow do a list of these, and I think it would be helpful to me to kind of outline what I’d like to accomplish this year. I started this blog (kind of) in 2020 during the pandemic, but didn’t really start using it until last year, and even then pretty inconsistently. Even so, I did make a lot of big improvements, and I figure focusing on specific areas ought to help me improve even more!
Learn gouache/watercolor - For my birthday last month, I bought myself some nice paints, and I think it might be nice to learn how to use them. A real loosey-goosey kind of goal, I’m thinking maybe do three paintings total of either medium.
Do more digital art - Another loosey-goosey goal, I’d like to do three more digital pieces where I attempt new techniques and work on the ones I kind of know but don’t have the hang of yet. I’ll probably do more of the Three Houses Nart AU for this one, since I have a couple of sketches already.
Complete Med’s 100 Heads - I’m taking this so slowly, but I’d still like to finish all 100 Heads by summer, and then potentially do the challenge again (or do the 50 Heads challenge) come autumn/winter with more of a speed mindset.
Get better at gesture drawings - This one’s tough. I dunno what it is yet, but some days I struggle with gesture and others I don’t. So I’d like to build up the muscle memory to get this basic foundational skill up to par.
Complete an October Challenge - I did pretty good last year, all things considered (real life really got in the way, and I got overwhelmed by having to learn a lot of skills all at the same time). This year I’d like to either complete a whole month, or take my progress from last October and double it (8 -> 16)
Complete another sketchbook - Considering the timeframe I completed my first sketchbook (Nov-Sept), I think this one is reasonable, even if Sketchbook #2 is about double the size and three times the page count.
Me, after buying a new and notoriously difficult art medium: Okay so we've never done this before, so we're gonna take our time and learn how to use this so we can actually get good at it
Also me, literally the day after: So I can just do a wholeass painting of the scene from Ghost for this Secret Santa, right? That's feasible? Right? Nbd?
