@catskets Recently Held A 72 Hour Murderboy Mayhem Game Jam. I Was Not Able To Complete The Game In Time,

Gods and Monsters

James x reader

Warning: religious stuff (its more pagan than anything else), mentions of sexual assault, blood sacrifice, and cutting

xx Your kingdom had been in a pointless war with their northern brethren over some silly royal bullshit for years now. One is which you had lost everyone in your immediate family but your mother. After so many years of seeing nothing but bloodshed and having to mend the endless number of soldiers who cried for aid on your doorstep. Enough had been enough.

xx You began to research about the Gods of old. Stifiling through the old tomes within your home, whose pages had long since yellowed. Though no man in your kingdom had prayed to these gods for centauries. You knew these gods had no quarrel with entertaining mortal's prayers. They were ones' who were willing to take sacrifices to end any problem that was presented before them.

xx There were many tales of four Gods that soon surfaced in your findings. One whose vanity brought all in the kingdom to their knees. Another who could predict and send waves of death just from their fingertips. The third whose own presence cultivated sickness, each footstep rendering all around in bounds of pestilence. And the fourth. The fourth whose name was hailed as a god of war. Who once called upon could destroy nations. This one was who you decided to pray to.

xx Day after day, every morning and night you had prayed to this god. Offering goblets of your own blood to quench his dry throat. Begging that whatever you have would be his. Yet as the weeks passed, you received no reply, and each week the battles of war had waged closer and closer to your home. You refused to give up. Even when the long toiling from the days of tending to soldiers' wounds had rendered you sleepless. Even when the blood sacrifice had left you sluggish, sick, with scars littering your thighs. You knew that this god of old would hear you. He had to.

xx Time passed into months before the war had finally made it to your door step. The sounds of gurgling screams and metal slicing into skin echoing through the air. Soldiers within your home, scrambled from off their sick beds to seek shelter. To seek safety. They never made it far. You and your mother were captured. Now prisoners of war. Dragged to the enemy's general who deemed your knowledge of healing could be used to satisfy his own army.

xx There were days you both attended to the sick, but then there were days your mother had warmed soldiers' bed in order to preserve your own purity. In those nights, you prayed harder to your god of war. Tears falling as you heard the sounds of your mother forcefully satisfying the cruel soldiers in the camp. It never enough. Soon the appetite for one to satisfy all had grown tedious. Boring. Old. You were now in their sights. When they had dragged you from the medical tent, you screamed, cried, and fought only to be struck in the chest or stomach. It was all a sick joke as many of the soldiers laughed, chanting, taunting, and even pinning your crying mother to the earth, forcing her to watch what was about to befall.

xx One solider in particular had claimed you for first lay. His legs straddling over your lap, his hands ripping your clothes down to undergarments. A cruel bolstering laugh leaving his lips as he saw the scars on your thighs. "I hear you every night little mouse", he leaned forward, his all too warm hands pinning your trembling wrists above your head. "Your gods have abandoned you long ago. I am your god now".

xx Prayers fell from your lips as the loud jeers from the soldiers circled your form. Your eyes pinched in horror while you felt you oppressor pull your legs apart positioning himself to finally take you. There was no going back, your gods had long deafened themselves to your pleas.

xx "Please. Save me" a final whispered cry. Then

S I L E N C E

No sounds. The soldiers had seemingly disappeared. All that now surrounded you was blackness that rivaled even the night sky. Every whimper and cry you produced was swallowed by the darkening void, as if something was trying hard to muffle the noise. Had you ascended yourself to a plane of non existence as to rid yourself of what was happening to you? Or had you truly died during the brutal act? You sobbed harder.

Xx “Enough, my little lamb”, a soft touch to your cheek. You flinched against the hold, tears burning hotter as they flowed down your cheeks. A sigh. This voice…did not belong to the solider who was forcing to bed you. No. This voice vibrated the very scene around you, dark and grained like the the burning of a wheat field in the dead of night. You choked a sob, but the voice demanded silence. “No one will hurt you again little lamb”. Though you had refused to open your eyes; you could almost see the warmth that had wrapped around you, cradled your head, and spread through you body like fire. The feelings was almost sickeningly nauseating, like death had just brushed by. Yet, your exhausted form had welcomed it. Your arms circling around the warmth’s neck, face resting against its shoulder. “Please”, another plea, this one answered by a soft kiss to your forehead before a deep chuckle echoed into the void. “Only for you”.

GRAAAAAAWRRRR. Another one that I started a month ago and can’t finish but want to D:. Where has my inspo gooooooooooone. Anywaaaay this was suppose to be a gods/demon fic about James, Max, Xavier, and Seth. They were suppose to be said beings that reader prayed to for whatever reason selfish or not…may come back to this later as I have a constant hardon for all things supernatural. Sigh….obviously not hard enuff for this one but that maybe the burnout talking.

I do not own James, Max, Seth, Xavier, or the VN Bloodlust Devotion. They are @hotpinkmoon s babies

Uni do be sucking me dry. I wanna draw so bad but I dont know what and I need to do like 102939 things.

I feel like I will lose a sense of myself if I don't dedicate time for myself, but I also don't want to fail.

So

Imma draw in the weekends

Good night

Talking to character ai has become an unhealthy addiction. Its the funniest and the most frustrating thing ever. I love it and hate it.

FR LMAO

I swear this is basically how it went

Fanart for @2-dsimp (their OCs)

I took some liberties on their outfits haha.

Ring and chain on Nokka- So that when he goes to workout, he can put the ring on the chain to not harm it. (Also it hurts like hell to lift some heavy weights with rings)

Nokka is supposed to be like gawking at his wifey, blushing like crazy. Maybe she put on like a cute housewife dress?

For Uriel I just wanted to put more details cuz I love putting some details on clothes. I went for like a prince-like aesthetic as he is a romantic at heart and would probably love fairytales.

This is beautiful , I love this and I would die for this.

Lookie Lou 👀✨️

A loooooong overdue comic I've been meaning to make for @doll-puppet of their Bloodlust Devotion MC, Ava!! I adore her & her design so so much and have wanted to make fanart of her for a while now, and when they requested for me to draw them art of her interacting with Peony I couldn't help but seize the opportunity ❤️

I sincerely apologize for taking so long to complete your request 😭🙏 Time has not been on my side recently with life, school, & work getting in the way so I didn't really have an opportunity to finish it until right now. Thank you for your patience and I hope I didn't make Ava too OOC 😅

Feat bonus pic / character creds:

Ava ©️ @doll-puppet / @dp-playhouse

James ©️ @hotpinkmoon

Peony ©️ me / @hemlock-haven

OMG PEONY SO PRETTY

I AM SO BESIDE MYSELF RN SIMPLE WORDS CANNOT EVEN BEGIN TO DESCRIBE THE SHEER AMOUNT OF LOVE AND ADMIRATION I FEEL FOR THESE IMAGES 😭💞❤️‍🔥💖💘💕💓❤️‍🩹💝🥰

THANK YOU x10,000 AGAIN @k-okla FOR ALLOWING ME TO COMMISSION YOU AND FOR DRAWING MY GIRL SO BEAUTIFULLY!! 2023 is already off to a great start thanks to you!! 🥰💖

IM JOINING

THAT SHORT BRAT

IM THROWING HANDS

A little comic I made with my Bloodlust Devotion OC (Madeline) and a character from the game @hotpinkmoon is making! <3  

I don’t even like Max the best out of the boys, but I think he’s an interesting little bastard, and I think he’d play well off Madeline.

Also if you didn’t know, real pearl necklaces have a knot tied between them.  That way if the necklace breaks, you only lose one or two gems.  But a fake pearl necklace isn’t valuable enough to bother with an extra step, so if it breaks the beads fall everywhere.  

Amazing

Sway Me [Yandere L x Reader]

Title: Sway Me [Yandere L x Reader]

Synopsis: The one thing you have left is your ability to not eat. And now your kidnapper wants to take even that small consolation away from you. Commissioned piece.

Word count: 3044

Notes: yandere, kidnapped reader, reader has an eating disorder, explicit eating disorder behaviors (including discussions of not eating, purging, hiding food) and eating disorder thoughts (mentions of calories, emptiness, nutrients, etc)

The sensation of a supremely empty stomach is a familiar one. You’ve been hungry before. Not just hungry, but empty. Running on nibbles and bites, or sometimes nothing at all. Fumes. Starving yourself until there is the wholly odd, unnatural sensation that feels like the interior of your stomach is trying to eat itself for want of anything else.

The quiet relief from these sensations is familiar, too. Relief that your stomach isn’t distended, that there’s nothing inside you but what you put into it. A blissful control that makes you feel, if even for a moment, that you are holding the reins.

So yes, yes, yes. All of that is familiar, memories that reach back so many years, from the first time you skipped a meal and felt powerful for it.

But the setting… the setting has changed. The company, too.

“Is your stomach bothering you again?”

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Bld comic I felt like doing cuz I was feeling kinda sad lol

Anyways its kinda corny but I tried

James ---> @hotpinkmoon