#❥blood

[vonxodd]

MAJESTY as DRACULA // 'horror icons reimagined' floorshow ❥ boulet brothers' dragula 06x01

[txjis]

there’s something so hot abt toji being violent..

cw: mention of blood, he’s beating some rando up, mention of getting groped by rando.

“what do you think pretty?” he asks, holding the dude up off the ground by the front of his shirt. the man’s face was covered in blood and tears. toji’s knuckles were stained with this man’s crimson. toji had been pummeling into him for a while now.

”think he learned his lesson?” toji looks back towards you, gauging your reaction very carefully. you said you wanted to see this random man get what he deserved, but toji also knew you hadn’t seen the things he has. even with his knuckles covered in blood and throbbing he was still making sure you were okay.

“no.” you scoff, looking down at the male that was sprawled out in an alleyway. it would never be enough, he would never learn. not until you forgot about the way his hand felt on your ass. you watched toji chuckle, something wild flashing behind his green eyes. since meeting you, he hadn’t been super violent- not wanting to put you in any danger. but there was a permanently corrupted part of him that missed it.

”whatever y’say pretty baby.” he chuckles, just before the sound of knuckled cracking against a face echoed through your ears. you watched your boyfriend beat the shit out of a man that thought he had the right to touch you. there was a satisfying feeling in your tummy when toji dropped him to the ground, chest heaving.

“c’mon mama, let’s go home.”

[clubclassiccs]

🩸THERE WILL BE BLOOD.

sunmi — noir (2019)

le sserafim — unforgiven trailer: burn the bridge (2023)

bibi — animal farm (2022)

gidle — oh my god (2020)

nada — bulletproof (2021)

le sserafim — easy trailer: good bones (2024)

nmixx — fe304 stick out trailer: out simulation (2024)

taeyeon — can't control myself (2022)

kim seojung — top or cliff (2023)

everglow — zombie (2024)

red velvet — chill kill (2023)

hwasa — maria (2020)

[noob-with-a-shitty-computer]

verity wedding suit concept (+ sketches from 2023)

[roseyrays]

Hey ! I recently stumbled upon your blog while looking for some dark blood crumbs..and I saw you made headcanons for solon and jakah- I know your reqs are closed but if you could find the time to I was hoping you could write me some shion hcs?

I’m fr just down a rabbit hole rn w him tbh; though idk if you still write for them since it’s been a while, but if you do and if you could take this it would mean a lot 💕

bf! shion headcanons

warnings — nothing just fluff <3

notes — feels great to post smth again after 3-4 months(?) of writing block 😭 sorry for the wait! here’s your request 🤍

— i feel like shion is the type of bf to hand you notes in class, i mean c’mon look at him (silly guy)

— like jakah, he loves loves LOVE back hugs both receiving and giving

— shion’s love languages are quality time and gift giving :))

— he loves taking you on dates! on your first date he gave you a bracelet and got himself one too so you can both match 💛💛

— loves kissing all over your face and tickling you (cute 😭)

— literally admires you even during class 😭 like he looks at you literally everywhere (bro has heart eyes)

— gives you ice cream when it’s a hot day, if you like mint choco he’s gonna be so happyyy, but if you don’t he’s gonna look offended (jokingly) but it’s fine more mint choco for him!

— if you’re in danger, he would go full on vampire like what happened to the cute and fluffy shion (no fr look at chap 55, he’s freakin scary 🤠)

— loves playing with your hair (if you have hair) he’s gonna be so smiley if you do 😭, he’ll also let you play with his fluffy hair (he’s gonna be giggling and kicking his feet if you do)

— please let his head rest on your lap 🙏 , he’ll love that

— all in all he just absolutely LOVES and ADORES YOU 😭 so you better treat him the same too 😡

[kelin-is-writing]

E.VE.RY.ONE!!!!

GUESS WHO GOT HER DRIVING LICENSE JUST NOW??? 😋😚

[lovepvnch]

LET ME ASSIGN YOU AN AFFECTION LANGUAGE

consumption of a heart unloved

Here’s a dining table, here’s a set of plates. Here’s your heart, red and bursting with love. You have tried to love people all your life, but no one seems to understand you. Your own mother perhaps forgot to teach you how to protect yourself, maybe people whom you trusted chose to look the other way when all you wanted was a hand full of love. All you want is someone to take from you, all you want is someone to dig in your heart and eat it and kiss you afterwards - bloody and red. You want them to tell you that you are what they have been looking for, you want to be the one who ends their hunger.

tagged by @amatistafey

tagging @thistlewoods @goldenf8 @ YOU THERE!!

[hauntsect]

The rain wouldn't stop. It seemed the storm's havoc was just beginning. Hyles had slept soundly through the night, much to his uncle's relief. He had asked for one of the nurses to watch over him, requiring that he was informed of when the boy woke up.

7:00 AM sharp, Hyles opened his eyes. Only a few minutes went by when his uncle approached the room with a tray of fruits.

"Good morning, Hyles."

"Good morning, doctor... Have you greeted your wife, yet?"

"Yes, of course I have greeted your aunt."

"My aunt is dead." Hadn't they discussed this, already? There's a pause from them both, the doctor wasn't up for doing this today... Nor up for mistreating his little nephew because of his foolish ways,... or so he says.

"How are you feeling?"

"Different..." Hyles paused, lifting his hands up, turning them around for a brief study. "Stronger, I think. My aches are still there, but they feel so far away, right now..."

"Well, aren't those good news?" The doctor surmises for Hyles, who stares at his hands for a while longer before shrugging.

"It could be. I'm not sure..." His eyes go to the tray of food and, though he appreciates fruits, he scowls lightly, tilting his head in thought. "Were there no ice rolls, today?"

"There were, but you suffered a breakdown yesterday, you need to recuperate first. Therefore, fruits! ...And pills." Oh, Hyles glances at the plate a bit further... Right, upon closer inspection, he could see the pills were sprinkled around the fruit cocktail... Silly. He sighs low before proceeding to eat part of the salad. After drinking some water, his uncle spoke yet again.

"But... We can arrange some ice rolls, if you do something for me."

The dim eyes of the boy don't light up, as usual, but they do react. He lifts his gaze towards the doctor, nodding.

"I'd do anything for you." Ice rolls or not, but that was great incentive. His uncle knew this, so he nodded to the boy's words, extending a hand over to him. It took no time for the cold, pale hand to grab onto the man, wrapped in bandages, for the most part. His breakfast would remain unfinished, the boy hopped out of the bed, following his uncle towards wherever he'd take him.

For a while, they walked in silence. Deep, deep down the corridor, towards the faraway corners of one of the laboratories of the ward. Much like the different locations spread around, there was a shift in atmosphere. It was as if the sanitarization was taken to the extreme over here. Even the noise, the air was different, like falling into another dimension. Hyles knew this place well, he felt comfort in it, reminded of the pain he had endured, all for the sake of the doctor holding his hand.

He is led to a seat, right in the middle of the room. He sits instinctively, lifting his head towards the man.

"What is it I must do, today?" Hyles asks, watching as the utensils were thoroughly prepared, extremely sanitized, much like the burning oxygen lurking about. Sample gathering, maybe pain threshold testing,... liquid extraction? Though he tries to surmise what his uncle is looking for, he is at a loss. Yesterday, he remembers succumbing to his embrace, to slumber, being cured. But he feels his sickness still lurking about, the pain is just dulled down. What was it, then?

"The same old tests, Hyles. Endure them for a bit, yeah? I will have to take your bandages off." There's no fighting, no rejection, he nods quietly to it, taking the liberty to start unwrapping the bandages over his face himself.

Flesh and blood exposed, the grotesque, young nephew stares back at his uncle, not a single reaction to the pain of the air coursing through. The doctor approaches, he crouches to observe, and gather samples of flesh and liquid, much like the boy had surmised.

As pieces of skin are extirpated and extracted carefully, something interesting starts coming to light. Out of the corner of his eye, the doctor notices something start to sprout. Almost like a flower, (or was it a bug?) skin starts to grow from the battlefield that was the boy's misshapen face. He is about to gather some samples of it when the door to the laboratory opens and heels tap the ground with a light noise, like crystals. The two individuals know who this is...

The doctor turns away and walks over to place his utensils and samples on the tray, hoping to, once more, greet his love.

"Ordell?"

"Rosángela..." He calls for her as he does, and she looks over to him, on the seat, staring right back at her. A small smile forms on his face, the one she knows well – she braces for it.

"Te amo." And a chill courses down both receiving spines. The female's eyes move to find her real husband right by the table, standing, eyes widened – identical in physicality to the one on the seat. If he hadn't been there, right by the imposter's side, could she have noticed? Hyles wonders this too, his smile unwavering. The tone of Ordell's voice, the intonation, and his actions, mimicked almost to perfection...

Ordell should've known; for just as much as he has studied Hyles, the boy has studied him.

[vonxodd]

NIOHURU X // dragula season 5's drag supermonster ✦

[lunawish]

THIS IS TERRIBLE SHE CAN'T HAVE ANYTHING ALL SHE HAS IS SHAR SCREAMSSS RATTLING MY CHAINS IN MY ENCLOSURE YELLLLLLS

[clubclassiccs]

KARD — 1CKY (2023)

[absolventiia]

❗❗❗ ( to maryse <3 )

/ Send " ❗❗❗ " for your muse to suddenly and unexpectedly kiss mine.

SHE HAD ONLY BEEN TRYING TO VISIT THE SEPT. the way of worship up north was so vastly different from the ways of worship in sunspear, and maryse was still trying to wrap her head around it all. the incense and candlelight, the darkened rooms and silence besides some general, soft chanting that almost seemed to echo along the stone. it made her feel a bit too CLAUSTROPHOBIC. and kneeling along the tables with her hands clasped tightly was also incredibly uncomfortable, the light fabric of her dress not helping to cushion her knees. 

aemond did not usually visit her, these days. the war grows in scale, and he's often away or in a meeting of some sort. not that it bothered her -- considering the fact that they were not yet IN LOVE ( or perhaps, would never be. ) the good in their marriage comes from the fact that they are amicable with each other. despite the rumors that maryse has heard more than once upon her betrothal of aemond targaryen's coldness and cruelty, he was deceptively KIND, or at least generally thoughtful. more than most wives could say, in these situations.

as maryse finally decides she'd had enough of prayer and meditation for the day ( or, more likely her reddened knees ), she stands and exits the sept, allowing the guard to follow her towards the awaiting carriage. they were not FAST ENOUGH for what happens next. to be fair, none of them could be. maryse couldn't react as she's suddenly gripped from behind and tugged against a man, a cold blade at her throat. he screams something about starving, about the rotten food being served at markets, about the lack of dornish aid that they were promised would come with the marriage. that was the only thing he said, before there was a sword in his back, and he drops to the ground -- it is haedon, she recognizes vaguely. his hand is on her arm, the other holding tightly to his sword. the crowd around them scream, and the edges of maryse's dress is stained with the man's blood as she's whisked away into the carriage before anyone else could attempt to harm her.

she's in shock, shaking as they reach the keep. aemond was waiting there, somehow having already received the news about the events in the city. perhaps a guard had ridden ahead to let the family know. still, maryse cannot question it as she's picked up from the carriage seat, his lips brushing very suddenly against her own. maryse can feel aemond's arms around her, and she can BREATHE again, at least slightly. " . . . perhaps we should send a RAVEN to my mother. " maryse mumbles after a moment or two. " we may need to inquire about what aid she is sending. " 

[corxner]

cont. | @godstrayed

Faust saw it all unfold.

He recognised when a situation was unavoidable when he sees one, and in all honesty, he was ready to dirty his hands himself. He's killed many, killed plenty— not that the bodies were countless or meaningless, but he's sure the numbers and the numbness it had caused him would be manageable. It's not like his hands are gonna be stained any less if he killed one more.

He could see how much the act bothered Will, seeing how the gears inside his head moved and click; and while he couldn't read the other's mind, he knew what first a kill felt like, and even more vividly the next one after it. Faust was calmer than he'd like to admit while his friend is stressed out of his mind — he knew it was up to him to think of a plan, of what to do next.

Faust gently let go of Will when his steadying touch was shrugged off. “Why shouldn't I?” he asked as he leaned down to pick up the murder weapon, one of the suspect's own. He's not about to let his dear friend who was kind enough to believe in him — to helped him out of the asylum and become a free man once again be the one locked behind bars. To avoid such outcome, there's not many other options for them except...

“I'll hide the body,” Faust decided, “you should sit down. You're overwhelmed,” he said softly, out of worry. He grew to care about this agent despite his best efforts to not become attached. Oh well. Look at how that ended up.

“I'll take care of it. You did well”

[pinkkittysaw]

yuuta the type of man to keep your blood in a vial

[flamepledge]

you know how astarion in bg3 literally receives a burned condition if he tries to drink karlach's blood because that girl is on fire? yeah. similar tragedies will happen if you try to drink el's blood. it's not called the crest of flames for no reason

[necrostar]

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The standoff was intense. Both sides keeping a distance. Shocked. Furious. One hand on a weapon. Neither could believe the other was standing before them. Walking, talking, living. It was an insult to their very beings. A slap in the face to everything that happened to them. And, by the gods, they were ready to just reach other and snuff the gods-forsaken light out. Unsurprisingly, Bakura was the first to start snapping.

"I don't know what layer of hell you just crawled out of, but you have balls to come in here and start making fucking demands. This is my house and I will bury you in it." The anger was absolutely palpable. How dare he show back up. How dare he show his face in a sacred place. How fucking dare he be alive in his presence. How. Dare. He. The grip on the blade tightened with every word, face contorting further and further into rage. It was taking everything he had to not just close the gap and start painting his walls red. He needed this. He truly did. It was just a shame at which one he had the lovely opportunity to speak to.

Bakura's rage wasn't what got him. It was the way he talked to him. This... thing, this unfortunate mistake, this goddamned reminder of his fuckup, was talking back to him. Him! The King of Thieves! He balked, digging his heels further in to stand his ground. He's not taking this lying down.

"I will make fucking demands of you! I'm the reason you're even alive! You owe me!" Now his own infamous temper was flaring up in spades. It took little to set him off. "You're gods-damned welcome you have the opportunity to go outside and touch grass! I did so much for you, for us, and your reaction is to start fucking swinging? I've met pigs more well-behaved than you!" What the hell is his problem?! He should be grateful! It's all thanks to him that they're even alive past their due date in the first place! 

"I don't owe you a goddamn thing!!" His volume flared up, blade being brought up to point. His opponent doing the same. "I never asked for this! I never asked for you! All you and that other piece of shit ever did was make my life hell! You are THE worst thing to ever happen to me! Name three fucking things you did that benefitted both of us. Go on! I'll wait!!"

"You don't?!" The King of Thieves snapped, speaking loudly over the rest of Bakura's enraged little tangent. "What about back in Egypt? What about all the effort that I put in to get the pharaoh there? What about keeping you alive in Battle City? I do so much for you and you can't even thank me!"

That was enough to get the ex-spirit to freeze. To... thank him? Thank him? THANK HIM? There was a dead silence as Bakura just stared at the Thief King. His expression was blank. Which the almighty King of Thieves took as an unspoken victory. He lowered the blade and stood there proudly, hands on his hips.

"See? Now you see things my way. Now, repeat after me. 'Thank you, I owe you my l--'"

Maybe, in hindsight, he should've been paying closer attention.

Bakura's rage had grown into a monster in its own right. While the other prattled in false victory, he walked closer. Concealing the sound of his footsteps with cautious placement. And as soon as his target was within range, hell broke loose. Blood flew against walls, cabinets, the ceiling. It didn't matter. He didn't even care. The haughtiness, the unapologeticness, the lack of care. It was more than Bakura could handle. A furious hand covered the other's mouth while the other took out his pent-up emotions on the object of his hatred.

Maybe now he'll finally feel real.