#The Godfather of Gore

[skinetom]

Blood Feast ~ 1963

[yakny]

"GODS AND DEVILS, forsaken and scorned for how unfairly they’ve allowed your sister’s pain to go on, brokering unfair deals with you out of her suffering. They cannot deceive you anymore, cannot make you believe in them now—everything they do and have ever done, all so unfairly fair. Will you scorn and forsake me too, beloved godson of mine, for my unfair sparing of you?"

CLOSE UPS

[dellalyra]

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗥𝗼𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 - ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ

pixie says: i am healing and yes - i have written family formations. this is my fix it fic - canon be damned. family formations is happiness only. this fic is what i would like to see as the ending of the final battle of jjk. cw: angsty at the start, but also sweet, bittersweet stuff, canon typical gore, creative liberties and lots of spoilers if you’re not okay w that go away and mdni bc I said so.

“I won’t ask you not to go.”

“Good. I wouldn’t listen to you anyway.”

“Yaknow, when we were 16 I thought your stubbornness would ease off with age.”

“You’re the one who married me.”

“Best choice I ever made.”

You can’t help but smile at the man laying on the bed beside where you stood. Black and blue bruises fading to green on his usually unmarred skin evidence of the toll the fight took on his body - which he barely escaped with his life. The deep laceration on his stomach only stemmed by the work of your best friend who had cried into your arms several days prior saying she had been terrified she couldn’t save him for you, for the kids.

Yet, she did.

She saved him, and your son.

Your son who spent most of his time asleep, body recovering from weeks of torture and mind melding itself back together with love and care.

Your husband’s cursed energy was burnt out. The usual bottomless pit was drained to bring him back to you and extract your son from his own body. He was injured, his eyes were okay, all six of them and he’s alive and he’s safe and he’s okay.

Then the announcement came.

You all knew it would come.

The final challenge.

Kenjaku’s challenge.

There was no dissuading Yuuji, not ever but especially now he knows the truth of his parentage. Choso too, pain and suffering bottled for 150 years is a powerful motivator. Yuuta - he was going to protect everyone, no matter who he had to face. Inumaki? Was not leaving Yuuta to face this without him. Maki’s rage fuelled a fire within her, the loss of so many people making her ready to ‘bitch slap’ him, as she so delicately put.

To top it all off.

You.

Like hell were you letting these kids go alone. Were you scared? Infinitely. Only a fool would say they weren’t. You knew the risks, a widower, a baby without a mother, weddings you’d never see.

They were risks you had to take.

For Megumi. For Yuuji. Two boys who deserve a love filled future.

For Tsumiki. Your daughter snatched from your hands.

For Nanami. A brother in arms, a best friend, a mentor and a godfather.

For Akio - to grow up safe.

For your ‘Toru. He deserved to not fight anymore. He deserved peace - you both did. He deserved the life you spoke about at night in bed curled in his arms.

For Geto. For the man who was your brother in all but blood. For one half of a whole. For a future ripped apart by trauma and a body desecrated.

Satoru knew you’d go. He held you tight as his wounds would allow and protested his attendance but you and Shoko pointed out to him that his current condition would make him someone to be protected - not vice versa.

He grit his teeth and cursed.

He believed in you. Your strength and courage and immense abilities.

But that didn’t make him any less scared.

He wondered if this was how you felt.

Megumi has been sleeping for going on 24 hours now. You don’t wake him. Neither does Yuuji.

Satoru looks at you.

You sit on the bed beside him.

“Satoru. We both know this might now work in our favour. We both know I might not -” you start, breath shaky but determined.

“Absolutely not. Don’t you dare say it, Princess.” He says, grasping your cheek.

“Satoru. Listen to me. If I don’t come back, I want to go with the knowledge you’ve heard all of this. If I die, take Megumi - go find Akio, bring Shoko and the students. Leave Japan. No more fighting, I want you to live. I want you to see our sons first day of school, Megumi’s graduation, all of it. I want your world filled with love and happiness even if I lose I don’t want to be avenged. Fuck vengeance, just live. Live for our boys, make a shrine for ‘Miki, and Suguru, and Nanamin.” You say, tears flowing.

“Y/N, please - please don’t talk -” Satoru says, head buried in your neck.

“I have to. It’s important to me. You deserve to live, ‘toru. You deserve love, and happiness.”

“How can I have those if you’re not there?” He says.

“Because we have two beautiful boys who adore their daddy very much, and I’d never be gone completely. You - Gojo Satoru - have been the light of my life, the blood in my veins and the air in my lungs since we were 16. I am so, so grateful to have had you in this life, and I know you love me the same.” You say, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“I’ve loved you since the moment you got mad at me for picking a daisy a ladybug sat on. I can’t imagine an existence without you, and it runs so deep that I think my soul has merged with yours. You have always, always, been everything to me - and every day I’ve loved you more. My, sweet, brave girl.” He chokes.

All you can do is let out a watery laugh as you kiss him, soft and gentle.

“You made me promise to come home. I need you to do the same, princess.” He says, and you stick out a pinky finger which he takes in his own.

“Pinky promise.” You say, because you’re going to do everything to come home to your boys.

You stand, and yelp as a large hand smacks the globe of your asscheek.

“Go kick some cursed booty, Princess.” He says, smiling.

“Aye, aye, captain.” You blow him as kiss and he catches it, pretending to eat it.

The door softly closes behind you.

Seeing Kenjaku again was jarring. Satoru was right, your eyes saw Geto - but your soul knew otherwise. An oppressive power circled him as he teased and taunted before Choso lunged and the battle begun.

Curses swarmed like locusts all around, and you all moved in perfect formation - you fought back a comment that the mornings they grumbled at training were worthwhile after all.

Inumaki brought up the rear, a layer of protection casting an eye over the battlefield.

Maki - wasn’t the Maki you saw the last time you witness her in action. She’s lethal, a hurricane of destruction and terrifying rage as she brutally slaughters all in her path, and you swell with pride.

Yuuji and Yuuta - seamless in tandem with each other as strong fists flung them toward Yuuta’s swinging blade as they cleared a path to the centre.

Choso was engaged directly with Kenjaku - screams of rage and fury built of years of trauma swirled through the air along with shards of pure crimson as father and son clashed.

You were everyone’s back up, flashes of green pulsing around as soon as anyone became too close for your comfort to any of the others, protection second nature in your subconscious as you ripped through enemies with dagger and claws, ripping limb from limb to exorcise the curses and the raw grief in your body.

Out of the corner of your eye, a lethal looking serpentine curse lunged toward Yuuji - currently wrestling another monstrosity and you knew he hadn’t noticed it - you wouldn’t get there in time. Just as you shouted his name as it was inches from his head a whizzing rushed past your ear and toward the curse, which you saw crumble in a heap beside a gaping Itadori.

You move to run to him, but you don’t get far before a voice sounds from behind you.

“Looks like I still need to do everything around here, eh, Itadori?”

That voice.

You both spin on your heels, and behind you, hammer in hand - stood Nobara Kugisaki.

You blinked.

Presumed dead, as Shoko had refused to speak of it - she had done it.

Shoko had healed her too, and black leather eyepatch covered one side of her face but she was smirking, a hand on her hip.

“No fucking way! ‘Bara!” Yuuji says, barrelling toward her - his honorary twin sister.

He scoops her up and she thrashes.

“Put me down you oaf! I nearly died, don’t kill me again!” She shouted.

“You’re really here, Nobara?” You say, tears flooding your eyes.

“As fabulous as ever, Y/N-sensei.” She winked and threw herself into your arms.

“Eh - as much as I love this vibe guys could I have some help please, Itadori?” Comes the voice of Yuuta, snapping you all out of it as Yuuji drops his best friend and runs away to him calling ‘sorry, senpai!’.

Nobara runs to your left - to provide back up for Maki as the frenzy resumes.

Hours pass, but before you can comprehend how many - all that’s left is a smirking Kenjaku surrounded by 7 warriors.

You stride forward, dropping your blades and stopping right in front of him.

“What are you doing?!” Shouts Maki.

The clatter of the daggers is sharp against the silence. Kenjaku’s blank face looks down at you.

“I know you’re in there Nii-chan. I know you can hear me. I’m sorry we couldn’t save you, but we love you. All of us. ‘Toru and I had a baby, you’d love him. I’m also sorry for what I’m about to do.” You say.

In the blink of an eye, you whirl back your fist and drive it straight into his nose. The curse reels as he stumbles - unexpected force from your smaller body fueled by rage.

The momentary distraction works as you begin to pull out your trump card - hoping to weaken him before he can use his.

You hear Inumaki shout ‘shield your eyes’ to all the kids as your body begins to emit a strong, golden light - searing everything in its path as a screech echoes from Kenjaku - the tarmac beneath you bubbling from the energy emitted as you shout: “Cursed Technique - forbidden technique - sunbeam.”

As the screeching ends, and the light fades it’s visible effect is clear as patches of skin have melted from the body leaving bone exposed and the top of the head protecting the brain of Kenjaku is exposed - with you panting on your knees as Kenjaku attempts to regain himself. The fury on his face alerts Yuuji who grabs Choso who immediately understands, running toward you to scoop you up and away. Yuuji barrels toward and everyone begins to scream as you see Kenjaku’s hand making the sign required.

Uzumaki.

You all brace for impact but the shockwave and death of Yuuji never came. When your eyes all open, a black dome is covering the area both men were. It’s solid surface impenetrable - no matter who you were. Just as you think to summon your domain to override you look - that’s not a domain with traces of Kenjaku.

Those traces…

Yuuji Itadori.

“Stop! Stop! No domains!” You shout to the kids.

“What?!” Maki responds.

“It’s not Kenjaku’s. This domain - its Yuuji’s. This is Yuuji’s domain! He did it!” You say, beaming - pride and astonishment mixed with exhaustion.

“She’s right. This is my brothers energy.” Choso agrees.

“Holy shit, it is.” Nobara chimes in.

“We can only wait.” Yuuta says, anxiously leaning on his sword.

This battle was between the two in the domain now, having no idea what Yuuji’s domain would be left you all blind.

You were gently sat on the ground, a characteristic you learned was intrinsic to Choso by now - someone who you have grown to count as a very special friend over the last few months.

You wait.

And wait.

And wait.

Nobara curled up beside you, as Maki filled her in on all she’d missed. You didn’t miss the whimper when she was told of Megumi’s imprisonment.

And after 20 minutes, Inumaki’s soft voice jolts you all.

“Look.”

The domain was fading, melting from above.

It lowered like melting ice and the dust within cleared until a backlit figure stood beside a crumpled lump on the ground. The figure was heaving air into their lungs.

The body walked forward.

“YUUJI!” Came 7 voices.

The lump. Kenjaku. Corpse mangled and bloody and a grizzly mass of brain matter was coating the ground as slowly disintegrating into dust.

He did it.

He killed Kenjaku.

“Little brother, you did it! Are you hurt?” Choso grasped his exhausted younger brother and Yuuji shook his head and you saw a weak smile on his bloodied face.

“Y/N?” Itadori rasps.

“Yes, sweet boy?” You smile, hand on his cheek and tears on your face.

“Can we go home now?” He says.

You huff out laughing.

“Let’s go home, sweetheart.”

Yuuta on one side and Choso on the other, helping the exhausted boy - they all began to walk away.

“Are you coming?” Nobara asks, as you crouch down beside the corpse.

You whip out your phone, clicking a contact and pressing the share location button.

“You guys go ahead. I’ll be there soon. Yuuta, help patch up Yuuji.”

They all exchange looks but go ahead anyway.

You sit down. Looking at the body, and fix the top part of the head so it sits where it should.

Before long, you hear footsteps behind you and someone sits beside you.

“He’d go crazy if he saw his hair that messy.” Shoko huffed.

“He’d probably blame Satoru.” You respond and she smirks, lighting a cigarette.

“You hurt?” She asks.

“No. Just… tired.” You say, leaning your head on the shoulder of your best friend.

“Me too.” She leans to close his eyes.

“He would have been so proud of all of us, Koko. He always said you’d look hot in a lab coat.”

“He would have had Akio hanging from him 24/7 too, kids always loved him for some reason.” She mentions and you both laugh. Her head rests on yours.

There’s silence for a few minutes.

“He looks peaceful, doesn’t he? Like how he used to look when he’d sleep on my lap under the tree.” Shoko says, voice thick.

“We can pretend for a moment that he is just asleep.” You say.

“I’m glad Satoru isn’t here.” You confess and she nods.

“Koko?” You whisper.

“Yeah?” She says, squishing her cigarette out.

“We can take him home now. Do it right.” You say, tears forming again.

“Somewhere close, so I can sit and have a smoke with him sometimes.” She agrees.

You stand, holding your hand out - the remnants of your cursed energy forming a floating box of vines around the body, neither of you could carry him so you’d create a way to transport him home.

You turn your hand to her, the vines levitating behind you.

She grabs your hand.

“Let’s go see your husband.” She says, wiping her face as you walk hand in hand back to base.

Walking toward healing, and a safe future.

[thehollowwriter]

The Official Bio Ezra Citlalli

Basic Info:

Name: Ezra Citlalli (see-la-lee)

Homeland: The Afterglow Savanna

Species: Jaguar beastman

Birthday: 24th March

Age: 68

Height/length: 189cm

Dominant hand: Right

Occupation: Fashion designer, ex model

Family:

Several ex husbands who all died mysteriously

Unnamed parents (deceased)

Unnamed cousins

Godson: Finn

Preferences:

Hobbies: Wine tasting, travelling

Likes: Fashion, wine, singing, performing

Dislikes: Shallow people, people who don't listen to him, quite a few of the younger celebrities, his exes (that's not true, he swears, he's mourning them all deeply to this day 😢)

Favourite food: Caviar

Least favourite food: Asparagus

Appearance:

Ezra is tall, lanky, and black (as in VERY dark skin). His hair is short and curly, wine red and orange with silvery grey streaks starting to run through, and his eyes are dark red. He has Jaguar spots/marking on his wrists, neck, lower back, and ankles.

He just radiates elegance in a similar way to Vil and carries himself in a way that makes you feel he might be royalty made from glass, even though he is ridiculously strong.

Ezra has retractable claws he often paints with gold nail polish, and he has large sharp teeth similar to that of a jaguar's. He also has Jaguar ears and a tail.

Personality:

If elegant was a personality trait, Ezra seems to have it. He's very calm and collected but can spit fire if he feels like it. He can be uptight, strict, and serious and is viewed by some as stuck up, but he considers that to be more of a stage persona.

Ezra is very passionate, creative, imaginative, and kind to those he's close to. He's a firm believer in his own unique brand of tough love, where he won't be needlessly cruel or mean, but he's not going to tiptoe around your feelings, especially if he feels the person he's close to is struggling and needs help.

He has a sense of humour and drips sarcasm at times. He's got wine aunt energy, to be honest. He DOES love wine.

Some Fun Facts/Extra Info

•Ezra is loosely twisted from Tanya from Mamma Mia

•Ezra was one of Morrigan's best friends at NRC and remained his friend until he died

•He comes from a strict, wealthy family and gravitated towards Morrigan due to their similar desires to just rebel and give them the middle finger

•Ezra was the housewarden of Pomefiore during his time at NRC

•He used to be a famous singer but decided to switch careers in his early 30s

•While he was terrified of ageing and was jealous people like the fae, his time with Silas had him reconsider his views on age and find the beauty in it

•He keeps offering to help Silas pay for stuff, but Silas keeps turning him down

•Jaguar beastmen are extremely rare, and part of Ezra's "allure," so to speak, is being this exotic, beautiful, and rare creature (he hates it so much)

•Ezra is one of Finn's two godfathers

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A/N: I hope you like my new skrunkle! It's really fun expanding Morrigan's life and Finn's family:) Big thanks to one of my friends for helping me work on him

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[morpheus-somnium]

pieces of media i would make skyrim characters watch

i would totally make the characters watch these. no getting up from the couch. no getting up to get more popcorn.

i assign a few movies, series, or franchises to each character, because i spent most of my day on letterboxd

i haven't seen all of these media, but don't worry, i swear i can assign those to them based on the vibes

also i don't have caryalind, khash, remiel, nebarra and xelzaz downloaded (no storage on my pc:( ) so i went purely on the vibes and what i could find about them on nexus ToT but also, i am making them watch these, so ig it's kinda fine if they aren't that corresponding?

basic skyrim characters

babette: interview with the vampire, 1995 + eternals, 2021

brynjolf: the oceans's franchise + tangled, 2010

cicero: terrifier, 2016

delvin mallory: the pink panther franchise + the man from u.n.c.l.e, 2015 + breaking bad

enthir: the goldfinch, 2019

faralda: i'm giving her the winx franchise 🧚✨

farkas: the twilight franchise

j'zargo: whiplash, 2014

mercer frey: gladiator, 2000 + reservoir dogs, 1992

maven black-briar: the devils wears prada, 2006 + the godfather franchise

miraak: annihilation, 2018 + the call of cthulhu, 2005

nazir: the saw franchise 💕

neloth: house md

ondolemar: pride & prejudice, 2005 + anna karenina, 2012 + mean girls, 2004

runil: the conjuring franchise

serana: underworld, 2003 + the monster high franchise + the twilight franchise

teldryn sero: scream franchise + john wick, 2014

tolfdir: harry potter franchise + the lord of the rings franchise

tullius: gladiator, 2000 + the asterix & obelix franchise (especially the olympics one because i love that one)

ulfric stromcloak: the hobbit franchise

urag gro shub: the da vinci code, 2006

vex: the handmaiden, 2016 + gone girl, 2014

vilkas: fight club, 1999

modded followers

auri: the avatar franchise (she would enjoy those huge trees, omg)

caryalind: emma, 2020

gore: the scary movie franchise + the fight club, 1999 + the resident evil franchise

inigo, the brave + lucien flavius (these two come in a pair, i can't even separete them anymore): atlantis, 2001 + road to el dorado, 2000 + the indiana jones franchise

kaidan: kwaidan, 1964 LMAO

khash: the barbie franchise + hungarian folk tales + hello kitty stump village, 2004

nebarra: blade runner 2045, 2017

remiel: lara croft franchise + the martian, 2015

taliesin: the devil wears prada, 2006 + zoolander franchise (lmao)

xelzaz: ratatouille, 2007

[manicplank]

I’m going to keep this simple, I want a headcanon about their favorite movies.

fuck this might suck bc I don't watch a lot of movies. bare with me here it might not be super specific.

FAVORITE MOVIES

Peppino: I feel like he would enjoy classic movies like Titanic or The Great Gatsby. Classy and classic. Hates horror movies. Actually watches movies quite often.

Gustavo: Also loves the classics. I can see him watching Sweeny Todd or The Master of Disguise. He likes comedy movies, too. I can imagine that he loved the movie Elf.

Mr. Stick: Loves mafia movies. Thinks he's an old fashioned ganster when in reality, he's just greedy. The Godfather is his favorite. He probably also liked Knives Out.

Pepperman: I don't see him watching too many videos since he's always busy painting. However, I think he would really like cheesy movies. Fame would probably be one of them. Probably even loved the movie Chicago.

The Vigilante: Anything old western. Dreams of being a real cowboy. Once watched Brokeback Mountain not realize what the movie was ACTUALLY about, he was thoroughly traumatized. His favorite was The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly.

The Noise: HEAR. ME. OUT. This absolute fucking crack baby would LOVE the first two Texas Chainsaw Massacre movies. He tried to get Noisette to watch them with him, but she started crying because it was too disturbing. I feel like he'd love slasher films in general. Judges most movies as he thinks his are better. (Secretly loves Inside Out. Cried over it. Noisette teases him about it constantly.) Also loved Parasite and The SpongeBob Movie.

Noisette: She loves anything Disney, especially the classics or princesses. Knows all the songs to Frozen. Her favorite was Tangled. She still hasn't stopped asking for a white horse and an iguana sidekick. She always cries at movies. She doesn't like horror or gore in movies. She also loves cheesy chick flicks and Noise's movies. She's his #1 fan, after all.

Fake Peppino: Will watch anything and everything. He will watch it on repeat until he memorizes every line. If I had to choose a favorite for him, it would probably be The Little Mermaid (animated version). He really likes the water aspect. It reminds him of being a little baby tadpole.

Pizzahead: Movie fanatic. Loves most movies and will watch any genre. Anything from the classic 1930's movie to new modern movies. Probably would love the Barbie movie. I feel like he would like musicals. His all time favorite would probably be Gone with the Wind. I also see him enjoying slasher films.

Pillar John: Likes comedy movies. Probably likes the movie Meatballs. Also likes documentaries. I feel like he would be into both Disney and DreamWorks, one of his favorites being Guardians of the Galaxy.

Gerome: Big movie lover and will watch almost anything. Secretly enjoys The Noise's movies, but won't tell him because he refuses to feed his ego. He probably can't choose just one favorite.

[thefaithfulwriter1]

𝐁𝐄𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 (𝟎𝟏. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐏 𝐓𝐎 𝐀 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄)

𝐁𝐄𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 |❝ You have bewitched me, body and soul. ❞

Summary - You are a young witch moving to Forks Washington after certain events that changed you. All you wanted was to start anew with your family. While trying to start another chapter in your life you find yourself forming a bond and falling in love with a vampire named Taehyung. Both of you start an adventure with each other and go through the troubles together being, a rare pair, a witch and vampire in love.

Pairing - Vampire!Taehyung x Fem!Witch!reader

Alternative Universe - Twilight Saga

Warnings - Language, Angst, Fluff, Spoilers, Violence, Gore of sorts, Past Abuse, Blood, Semi Smut, Mature Themes, May Add If Needed

Clouds. Trees. Leaves. Green. Gray. Brown. Blue.

There was a vast amount of white and gray clouds of different shades, shapes, and sizes in the grayish blue serene sky. But it stopped in the middle abruptly. To clash along with the different green tree tops. With their unique colors and forms that included different greens and browns. Looking around everything was damp. Drops of water were everywhere dripping beautifully.

Some would probably say it just rained. But you would say the sky had just stopped crying, but that was just yor thinking on the matter. The nature here all clashed so beautifully, just as beautiful and unique as any other place. The place that comes to your mind though, was New York, your home state.Though it was the total opposite of the place you were at now. You still thought they were beautiful in their own way.

The nature and uniqueness were all you could see and could think about at the moment. As you sat in the backseat of her stepfather's car. While the seats before you were being preoccupied by two men. Who were different in their own way but alike in some ways. Right now though the two were bickering continuously. The two had been playfully bantering the whole trip. The two men were your stepfather who was driving, and then next to him was your godfather. Your godfather who you saw as your uncle and called him Uncle Will. Who happened to be sitting in the passenger seat.

"Are we there yet? " William Johnson, your uncle whined to her step-father for the tenth time during your ride. He seemed to be bored at the moment more than anything. Because when he wasn't stuck in his head, or it wasn't a serious matter... he joked around and spoke a lot. Soon you could hear your step-father take a deep breath that was filled with irritation. Seeming to be over with Will's antics, knowing that he was about to joke about a song having hear it before during the drive. Hearing them you looked from the window. You turn to put your attention on the two. Watching the two of them argue again. Being it was one of your sources of entertainment during the drive.

"Man, if you ask me one more time. Imma come from way back when and smack the shit outta you," your stepfather Max Wilson yelled with agitation as he turned to William with an agitated look. After a moment Max then turned to put his focus back on the road. Then and there you could tell he was done with this drive altogether. You could also feel his emotions, irritation. tiredness, but also amusement. That he was hiding very well.

"Here we go again," you had heard a mutter come from the seat next to you. As you soon felt a nudge under your hand. There they were next to you was a black cat with its ears flickering and tail swaying behind them. As they nudge their head under your hand trying to get your attention. The black cat was male. He went by the name of Yoongi, and he was also known as Suga. Who happened to also be your familiar. Looking down, you placed a hand on his head to pet him. You then sent him a discreet nod as you continued to watch the two men in front of you begin arguing again.

"Why you gotta be so rude?" William sang with a pout. As he leaned his head back on the head rest of his seat looking at Max with his wide dark brown eyes. He was being overly dramatic at the moment. But if he wasn't he wouldn't be Will. He was a man who was humorous and a jockster. But when the time called for it he could be serious. But still even then he'd tried to crack a joke to lighten the mood. This caused you to smile thinking about Will and his jokes and humor.

"Why you gotta be so freaking annoying?" Max grumbled with tense shoulders. Even though Max was agitated, he couldn't stop the smile that spread across his face. While he playfully bantered with his best friend. Max was the serious one of the two. But he could still joke around when the time calls for it. He could still loosen up when he wanted to, but take charge when needed.

"You both sound like an old married couple," you voiced with a chuckle. As you looked at the two men in front of you. Before turning your attention to Yoongi. Who was now climbing into your lap making himself comfortable. With a smile you began to pet him as he purred and lied on your lap. It always made you smile when he was affectionate. Being that he was only affectionate with you.

"Well damn, why you gotta be so rude too, Y/n," William sang again but to you. Turning his head to you with an exaggerated pout on his face. While Max playfully whined like a child. Max then looked up at you through the rear view mirror with his own over exaggerated pout. These two when alone were funny, but together they were hilarious. They could make anyone laugh if they wanted to. Which they did often.

"Why do you guys gotta act like five-year old's Uncle Will? " You retorted back looking at the two with an innocent smile. Shaking your head you looked down quickly at Yoongi petting him trying to hide your giggles. Not being able to help it but egg them on. Yoongi though didn't seem to care as he laughed loudly.

"Oh burn," Yoongi chuckled with his heavy accent. Looking at the two men with a tilt of his head. He was always aggravated with the two and their jokes. But he couldn't deny they were good men. They have done so much for him like you have. He was happy to be a part of this little family and was grateful that they accepted him.

"Oh, shut up you pet," William snapped at Yoongi jokingly. William had a smirk upon his face. Knowing how much Yoongi despised being called a 'pet'. So, William used it every chance he could to get a rise out of the familiar. It was always in a joking manner. Yoongi knew but he really couldn't stand being called 'pet'. Which you could see even in his cat form you could tell he was angered. But you could tell his anger was rising through the bond you had. You also knew he was grumpy because he hadn't sleep that much during the ride. Having been trying to keep you calm. He knew how nervous you were because of the big change you were going through. Everyone knew you hated change.

"That, that is just cold," Maxed started with a shake of his head. While trying to ignore William and Yoongi. The two could go at each other continuously just like himself and William. But the two can get harsh with their jokes. Which Max really didn't want to hear at the moment. So, he tried to keep his attention off them. But it was no use as he heard Yoongi from your lap.

"Call me pet one more freaking time,''Yoongi growled, ready to pounce on William. Though before he could you were quick to pull him close to your chest. As you began to rub behind his ears down his back. Knowing the gesture would calm him. Which led Yoongi to fall into your chest. As he let out a loud purr. William was once again about to say another insult but was stopped by the glare you sent his way. Doing this caused your eyes to change into a reddish orange. Being that whenever you were feeling an intense emotion. At that moment you were annoyed immensely. Seeing this caused William to clear his throat. Not wanting to invoke you and turned his attention to Max.

"Max, well she is your daughter," William said, turning in his seat. Turning his teasing on Max once again. Also changing the subject off of Yoongi. Who was content in your arms. Seeming to be falling asleep as he fell deeper in your arms. Which caused you to smile as you continued to pet him behind his ears.

"What's that got to do with anything?" Max questioned William with a raised brow not denying the accusation. You though didn't contribute to the conversation. Because you was too busy hugging Yoongi close to you and petting him still. Yoongi then nudged you lazily under your chin. Seeming to finally fall asleep as he laid against your chest purring contently.

"Well she must have gotten it from somewhere," William insisted. Which you thought was kind of true as you listen to the two. Yes, Max wasn't your biological father. But Max was the closest thing you had to one. Him having raised you from a young age. So over the years of him raising you, you had picked up some of his habits. Not much but a few that you've carried along with you for years. The two of you never had a problem with it. But William brings it up any chance he gets to tease the two of you.

"You know she's got a mother right. She contributed too," Max retorted. Trying to take the blame off of himself. But Max soon shook his head, seeming to try to rid himself of memories. The memories of the past that haunted him at times. That he had gotten over. But he still had trouble remembering and being scared of it at times.

"Yea but that was one crazy bitch. She's nothing like her and you both raised her. So... she must've gotten it from you bro," William insisted once again. William knew what he said was true and wanted to get his pointed across on the matter. He knew you were nothing like your mother. Having been there in your life for a long time. He was there since you were a baby being friends with your mother for a long time. He was the one who had introduce Max and your mother together. Though he didn't know what happened to your mother. Neither men knew what happened to your mother. But they did know they were happy to have you in their life.

"I hate to agree but you're right man. She's better," Max praised you. As he sent you a soft sincere smile in the rearview mirror. Which you returned happily. Before you looked back out the window. Watching as the scenery went past as the car moved. But soon you looked down, stuck in your thoughts.

You were always happy when Max and William reminded you that you were nothing like your mother. Your mother being a cruel woman. She was nice the first years of your life. But when you started showing signs of magic... she changed drastically. Shaking your head you quickly turned to look out the window watching the trees and sky. Pulling Yoongi closer to you with a sigh kissing his furry head. Smiling when he purred. You were hoping that this move would be good for you. Hoping it would help you let go of the past and start seeing a new happy furture.

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At the moment, you were sitting in your new bed. As Yoongi laid contently in your lap purring. You were watching with amazement and concentration. Practicing your magic to put things in their appropriate places. While watching your magic as it floated things in the air; books, clothes, supplies, all of your things were floating everywhere from boxes. But as you were practicing your magic something came to your mind. You were so grateful for your magic. What would you do without it? But as you thought of that statement. In a quick moment you started to remember your past. The past you so desperately wanted to forget. The past that made you who you and what you were today. A very powerful witch. But what would have happened if she would have taken your powers? What would you have done then?

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Sitting in the corner of a basement you were tied up with rope. Your crying being muffled by tape over your mouth. A woman was standing in front of you, this woman was your mother. She was pacing back and forth vigorously, in panic reading the book in her hands. A book that you learned over the years was a grimoire.

You knew why her mother was panicking. She was panicking because she knew she didn't have enough time. Enough time to do what she had planned with the ritual she had set up for you. The reason being because Max and William would be on their way to save you soon. She was think of what she could do but came up with dead ends.

The reason you knew this was because you could hear her. More specifically, you could hear her thoughts. Her thoughts at the time were erratic and chaotic. But with her thoughts in such a state. it made it easy for you to find out many things from reading them. Being that her walls were down making her vulnerable along with them being loud. One thing that you found out was about the ritual she performed on you the night before. After she had used a spell on you to make you sleep.

The ritual that she had already done on you had made you more powerful than ever. You found out that was all part of her plan she had set up. You were just a vessel to hold the magic. Then she would extract it from you along with your own magic. Which made you weep from her spot in the corner.

That was the night you had been the most scared in your life. But it seemed to be the night that everything had changed for you. You have obtained more power than ever. Then without you knowing your magic had called out to Yoongi your familiar. You then ended up bonding with him as a witch and familiar. Who had been the one to take down your mother. When William and Max found you that night you were sobbing in the arms of Yoongi. Who had untied you and was trying to comfort and sooth you as he rocked you back and forth. While there was a pile of dust in front of you both where your mother once stood.

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"Hey Y/n. It's okay, come back to me. Come on," Yoongi's deep accent voice shook you from the past you were remembering. In front of you was a man. Who had long ebony hair, dark brown eyes, two black cat ears, and a tail swaying behind him. It took a moment, but you soon realized it was Yoongi in his human form. He was wearing his signature color black, a black shirt and a black pair of pants.

"Suga?" You sniffled as tears fell down your cheeks. As you looked around to find everything now floating mid air. Having stopped when you got caught up in your memory. This wasn't the first time this had happened. But everytime it happened you always had Yoongi there to help you through it. Which always made you grateful for your familiar.

"Hey sweetheart," Yoongi soothed. He placed a hand on your cheeks drying your tears and to try and keep you grounded. Looking around Yoongi then with a flick of his wrist, made everything go to their proper place with his own magic. The magic the both of you shared together.

"Was I out of it again," you whispered curiously. Looking into his dark brown eyes wondering what had happened. Sometimes when this happened you could be in a daze and not know what was happening around you. Which caused Yoongi to worry for you.

"Yes, but it's okay," Yoongi reassured you. He then reached behind you and began to pull the blanket on the bed back. He then gently pushed you to lay back into bed. He knew it was a little earlier, but he wanted you to get enough sleep for your first day of school tomorrow. He was worried for you but had faith in you. He had faith that you would get through this and would come out on top.

"Let's get you to bed, okay you've got school tomorrow my little witch," He reminded you softly. As he pulled the blankets over you. Making sure you were comfortable in bed.

"Okay," you sighed. As you began to get comfortable. Looking at the ceiling you were stuck in your thoughts. But your attention is grabbed when you hear a wisp of wind and a soft crack sound. Signifying that Yoongi was shifting into his cat form. When he was down shifting into his black cat form Yoongi then jumped into bed with you. Allowing you to hold him close.

"Yoongi?" You whispered as you petted Yoongi. Who was laying on your chest and purring as he rubbed his head under your chin. He was trying desperately to calm you. Which seemed to be working as you sighed snuggling closer to him.

"Yes Y/n," Yoongi answered. Looking up at you with a tilt of his head, He was curious wondering what you would ask him.

"You won't ever leave or hurt me right ?" You whispered the question that was plaguing her mind at the moment. As you looked down to her familiar of two years. Yoongi was quick to look up at you. He didn't put it against you to ask him such a question after having your mother betray you. You always seemed to ask him every once in a while. Which broke his heart. But he was quick to answer without hesitation.

"Never I'll always be here for you Y/n no matter what. Now get some sleep," Yoongi promised you. As he nudged you under your chin and began to purr. Which led you to fall into a deep dreamless sleep to the sound of Yoongi's purring.

[sparklypinkflightsuit]

The Containment Diaries: Entry 4

Pairing: Virologist!Bob Floyd x Reader AND Aviator!Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

ApocalypseAU

Warnings: Swearing, Smut, Warfare, Disease, Military Inaccuracies, Medical and Science Inaccuracies, Angst, Fluff, Alcohol, Breakdowns, Gore, I think that’s it?

- Entry 3 Here -

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You soared through the air in the Super Hornet as the sun gradually began to dip towards the horizon, glittering blindingly on the ocean.

You breathed in awe as you watched the clouds flit past you.

“Bradley, this is amazing. But won’t they know?”

You called over to him.

“They’ll know I took the jet, but they don’t need to know you were here.” He chuckled.

You smiled as adrenaline took over, no longer feeling the overwhelming weight of guilt.

“How are you feeling?” Bradley asked.

“Amazing.” You breathed, “This is so much fun.” You chuckled.

“Good! Worth the reprimand I’ll get later for taking the jet then.” He mumbled, a wide grin on his face.

“What?!” You gasped, “Bradley, I don’t want you to get in trouble for me.”

“I knew what I was getting into when I asked you. Don’t worry about it, my Godfather is Captain of our squad, worst I’ll get is an earful.”

You sighed, relaxing a little bit, “Thank you.”

You couldn’t stop smiling as Bradley eventually took you back down.

He taxied the jet back into the hangar, and once you’d stopped, he helped you climb out, grabbing you by the waist and lowering you down.

You were both all smiles as you stood looking at one another for a while.

“That was… incredible. I don’t know how else to describe it.” You sighed.

“I’m really glad you had a good time.” He said stepping closer, “I hated seeing you upset.”

Your breathing hitched as one of his large hands rested on the dip of your waist, and your hands moved to rest on his broad chest so that there was some sort of barrier between you.

Bradley took one hand and brushed a strand of hair out of your face.

“Rue, can I kiss you?” He breathed suddenly, his pupils blown as he looked at you wantonly.

You thought for a moment, this man was almost a complete stranger, but he was beautiful and kind and had just risked his career to take you for a joyride because he found you crying.

You nodded.

Bradley closed the small distance between you and pressed his lips gently against yours. You moaned, his lips were soft and you could taste mint, his arm wrapping around your lower back to hold you close and the other cupped your jaw as he deepened the kiss.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and stood on your tiptoes to try and get a better height advantage, and Bradley must have noticed as he picked you up so you could wrap your legs around him.

You pulled away, breathing heavily as you looked at him, “I don’t usually do this.”

“I know, I believe you. I can hear your heartbeat from here.” He chuckled.

You gulped, you so badly wanted to just keep kissing him, but you couldn’t risk it going further, you had only known the man two days.

Bradley pressed his forehead to yours and kissed your nose, “We can stop. I’m not in a rush.”

You nodded reluctantly, and kissed him deeply once more, before lowering yourself to the ground and straightening out your clothes.

You and Bradley looked at one another and laughed awkwardly, “Well that certainly distracted me.” You confirmed.

“Glad I could be of service, miss.” He winked at you, and his hand moved to your lower back as he escorted you out of the hangar, checking every couple of minutes for lingering eyes that could catch you in the act.

Luckily you made it back inside without incident, and as you and Bradley made your way back down to the main deck where your cabins were, Bradley suddenly grabbed you gently and pushed you up against a wall.

You gasped as his lips came crashing down onto yours, but welcomed the sensation again. You kissed him hungrily now, your hands gripping his flight suit as you pulled him into you.

Bradley’s hand cupped your face while the other slid under your shirt and skimmed the bare skin of your stomach. He grunted as he felt your soft skin on his fingertips and he softly bit your bottom lip. You grinned and pushed him away.

“Ok now we have to stop.” You breathed, “Otherwise…” you trailed off, your face red and hot as you bit your lip.

Bradley chuckled breathlessly as he took a step back, and with his hands on his hips, he nodded.

“You’re right.”

“I’ll see you later, Bradley.” You smiled, panting, and walked away.

You left Bradley grinning like an idiot alone in the hallway as you disappeared out of sight. He was in trouble.

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The next day, you and your team worked hard through the day and late into the evening. A few samples of the NVB had been secured and transported on board, alongside the plants you had requested and other samples for the others.

You each worked alone and occasionally asked one another for advice for cross referencing, but ultimately you had made little progress, everyone leaving extremely frustrated for the evening.

Bob showed no sign of stopping anytime soon, his nose buried in his notes. You said goodnight to everyone and made your way back over to where Bob sat, sitting next to him.

“Hey.” You smiled.

“Hey Rue.” He mumbled, not looking up.

“You’re gonna need to eat and sleep soon, Bob.” You instructed.

Bob sighed, looking at up you, “I know, I just… I can’t stop, we’ve made zero progress and there are people, so many people counting on us.” He frowned, running a hand through his soft locks.

You squeezed his arm and he looked over at you again, softer this time.

“It’s only the second day, the first with the virus, it’s gonna take time. No cure that I’m aware of was ever developed in a day, let alone some Siberian Tundra Monster no one even knew existed.”

Bob chuckled, turning in his seat to face you properly.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“I’m always right, Dr Floyd.” You winked playfully, and made to stand up, but Bob grabbed your hand and looked at you with pleading eyes.

“Can you stay? I could really use some company, but I’m not in the mood for the crowds tonight.”

You smiled, truth me told neither were you, and a quiet evening sounded nice after the day you’d had.

“How about I go grab us some food, and we can eat in here?” You offered, Bob nodded with a crooked smile and stood to clear the desk.

You walked briskly to the main mess hall and rounded the counter to speak to the chef.

You explained the situation that the head scientist was not feeling himself and wanted to eat in the lab, and you would be keeping him company. The head chef was more than happy to oblige. She dished up two plastic plates of lasagne and side salads and you thanked her.

When you got back to the lab, the desk was empty and Bob had turned on a few desk lamps.

“I thought it may be nicer to eat without the harsh light on, you ok with that?” He asked sheepishly. You grinned and put the food on the desk before walking back to the door and flipping the light switch so there was only a soft glow surrounding you both. Bob smiled as he set out the cutlery.

“Perfect.” You sighed, sitting down next to Bob.

“Thank you for doing this.” He said earnestly.

You nodded, “It’s actually nice, getting away from the hustle and bustle. The others are probably gonna wonder where we are at dinner though.”

“Let them.” Bob chuckled.

You ate in comfortable silence for a while, making the odd comment or noting something you’d realised during your days research. By the time you finished eating, you were about ready to sleep. You yawned and stretched in your seat.

“I make you tired, I’m sorry.” Bob joked.

You laughed, “No, you make me relaxed. There’s a difference.”

“You make me relaxed too.” He stated sincerely, looking at you with such intention it made your stomach flip and your heart race. Bob was quite tough on others, you hadn’t seen him open his soft side to anyone other than you so far.

After a moment of staring at one another, you scooted your chair closer so your knees were touching.

“Bobby can I ask you something?”

He breathed out and nodded, “Anything.”

You hesitated, unsure why you were so desperate to know his answer, but decided it was too late to retract.

“Do you feel sorry for me, for some reason?” You bit your cheek, immediately regretting the question.

Bob laughed suddenly, “What? Why would I feel sorry for you?” His eyes wide.

“I dunno, because I told you I felt out of place? You’re just… so much nicer to me than anyone else. I just want to know if it’s because you pity me or something, because if you do, I’d really rather you didn’t.” You began to blabber nervously. You became so flustered that you had to remove your lab coat.

Bob began to laugh, and you shot him a confused look.

“What?”

“You’re an idiot.” He shook his head with an endearing smile.

“I’m not following, Bob.”

“I’m nice to you because I like you. I like you a lot actually. You never noticed back in the compound but I never really needed that many plant samples, I just came to see you.” He bit his cheek as he waited for your response.

“Oh… Oh!” You suddenly realised what he was saying, and you felt your heart flutter. “You mean, you like me, like me?”

“God I’m gonna sound like such a teenager, but yeah, I like you like you. I have a school boy crush.” He chuckled, resting his arms on his legs as he glanced at the ground nervously.

You couldn’t believe it when you rose from your seat, your body seemingly having a mind of its own, and you climbed on Bobs lap.

“Woah.” He mumbled, surprised at the sudden act as he looked up at you with confused eyes.

You took a deep breath and looked into his eyes. “Luckily… I seem to have a bit of a schoolgirl crush on you too, Dr Floyd.” You purred, stroking the hair off of his forehead.

Bob moaned at the feeling, closing his eyes, his heart was racing like nothing he’d felt before. “Rue…”

You had no idea what had come over you, first Bradley, now Bob.

If you had felt more strongly for either one of them, you wouldn’t be doing this, but all you knew was that they both made you feel excited, nervous and gave you a strong sense of want, each for different reasons.

Bobs eyes, Bradleys smile, Bobs voice, Bradleys laugh, Bobs brains, Bradleys brawn. They both drove you crazy equally.

You looked into Bobs eyes when he opened them, for any sense of hesitation. When you found none, you planted a sweet, delicate kiss on his lips, and suddenly the shy doctor became brazen.

Bob swivelled you around on his lap so that you were straddling him, his strong hands supporting your back as he melted further into you, kissing you back passionately.

You moaned into him, butterflies ablaze in your stomach as your fingers tangled in his hair. Bob quickly removed his glasses and threw them onto the desk, and then stood from his seat, your legs wrapping tightly around his strong body. While you were securely wrapped around him, he took the opportunity to discard his lab coat, tossing it to the other end of the room, before swiping the plastic plates and remaining notes off of the desk and placing you down gently. You sat with Bob slotted inbetween your legs as you kissed one another feverishly.

You pulled away, knowing if you didn’t, you’d get carried away, “We shouldn’t, not here.” You breathed.

“I don’t care.” Bob mumbled, capturing your lips again. He pushed you gently so you were now propped up by your elbows on the desk, one of his hands caressing your waist as the other pressed against the desk to keep him upright.

You pulled away again with a chuckle, a hand on Bobs chest, gently pushing him back, “Bob, someone could walk in.”

Bob sighed, biting his lip, “Yeah, I know, you’re right I’m sorry. I got a little carried away.”

“Me too, I’m not saying it wasn’t great to finally kiss you though.” You grinned as he helped you off of the desk.

“Been waiting a long time to do that, was better than expected.” He chuckled, and began picking the clutter up off the floor and putting everything back on the desk.

Suddenly you felt a pang of guilt, “Bob, there is something I should tell you.” You became nervous but knew you couldn’t keep it a secret.

Bob turned to look at you with a worried expression.

“I uh… there’s someone else…” you confirmed.

“I don’t follow?” Bob asked, crossing his arms and edging closer.

“I kissed someone, yesterday. A pilot, it’s stupid, but I do also have feelings for him. I know I should have probably told you that before I kissed you, I just… I really like you, and I was being selfish.” You looked at the floor, the guilt suddenly making you feel horrible.

Bob looked taken aback, and said nothing for a couple moments.

“Okay…” he murmured, “I guess I’d better get to work showing you that I’m better than him.”

When you looked back up Bob was grinning softly, no animosity in his eyes. Bob knew you weren’t his, he didn’t have any sole right, but he wanted to win you over, he knew that much for sure, he wanted you and he would do whatever it took to show you that. You, on the other hand, we’re speechless.

“Goodnight Rue.” He said lowly, gently kissing you once more before grabbing his lab coat and walking out.

You were stunned, and breathless, and elated. You knew if Bradley wanted anything more from you than just a meaningless fling, you would need to have the same conversation with him soon, and you only hoped he would take it as well as Bob had.

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“So do we know whether this thing is airborne yet or not?” Martin asked at your next brainstorming meeting.

“Well we assume it would be, this thing somehow survived being frozen solid for thousands of years, I’m sure it could withstand temperatures outside the body for a brief period. Problem is we can’t exactly test it yet.” Bob sighed, rubbing his stubble as he thought.

“We need to get some animals in here, it’s the only way we’re gonna figure out what works and what doesn’t.” Julia, a woman about your age from your biology team stated.

You were suddenly annoyed, “No. Look I don’t want to be the one who throws a wobble, but testing on animals isn’t the only way. I won’t have anything to do with it if you bring an animal into this lab.” You stated as you stood from your seat, everyone’s eyes turning to yours.

“I’m sorry Rue but if we don’t it’s just going to make it a lot harder.” Julia bit back.

“We don’t need animals.” Bob mumbled from where he sat at the end of the table, everyone looked over to him.

“There’s this thing called OOC. It’s basically a simulated organ, human cells on a chip used to mimic or simulate the activities, mechanics and physiological response of an entire organ.” He nodded, “If we can get a few of them, we will be fine, no little lives harmed. Either that or we can try in vitro, or… or we can bring in one of the infected, as a last resort.”

Everyone murmured. You smiled at him, you had never wanted someone so badly than in that moment.

You pushed the thought down and looked at Julia, who nodded quietly.

“Glad that’s settled then.” You sat back down.

After a few minutes of further talk, you each moved to your stations to work for a while. Julia barged passed you and mumbled ‘fucking hippy’ under her breath, you rolled your eyes and decided to take your notes out to the empty mess hall to read and give her some space.

As you walked passed Bob, you stopped to let him know where you were going.

“Hey, Julia’s in a mood with me. I’m gonna give her some time to cool off and go do some reading in the mess hall.”

“You want me to have a word with her?” Bob asked, eyebrows pinched.

“No, no, all good. I’ll be back in a little bit, if you need me you know where I’ll be.” You smiled at him and made your way out the room.

The halls were quiet and you imagined most of the crew were out on the flight deck or relaxing in the common rooms that were scattered throughout the ship.

You walked into the mess hall and were happy to find it was mostly empty, so you put your books and notes on a table in the far corner, and began to read and reread through them. You’d done diagrams and cross sections of common plants as well as more rare and poisonous plants. You were well aware you couldn’t just go pumping people full of poison, but you also knew certain plant properties could be isolated and used without their more lethal components, much like how foxgloves have been used as a medicine for heart disease.

You weren’t sure how long you’d been reading, and you were deep in thought when a strong pair of hands appeared on the table at either side of you. You looked up to see caramel eyes, and smiled.

“Oh hey Brad.”

“Hey beautiful.” He chuckled, moving to sit next to you.

“You not working today?” You noted how he wore his sweatpants and a T-shirt.

“Nah day off. I was gonna ask you if you were free, but I guess you have to work a lot when you’re off saving the world.”

You laughed, “Yeah yeah, don’t give me a big head.” You brushed him off.

“Are you free later, when you’re done with… all of this.” He gestured at the table full of notes.

“Uhm, yeah I think so. Look, Bradley while you’re here, we sort of need to talk.” You sucked a deep breath in as you turned to face him fully.

“Ok what’s up?” He asked, leaning his arms on his legs.

“I don’t know if I’m maybe reading into this more than I should, and maybe you were just after a little fling, which is fine if you are, but… if you’re not then I do need to tell you that there’s someone else.” You waited nervously for his response.

Bradley nodded, and his brow furrowed for a minute as he processed your words.

“It’s that other scientist guy you’re always with, isn’t it?” He asked, not sounding angry, but you could certainly sense a hint of jealously in his voice.

You nodded.

“Yeah I thought so, he’s always looking at you the way I do. Can’t say I blame him. Do you wanna be with him?”

“At the risk of sounding greedy, I want you both. I feel the same about both of you.” You confirmed. You wanted to be as honest as possible with him, if you’d be sharing a ship with these two men for who knows how long, the last thing you wanted was any awkwardness or pining.

Bradley grinned at your words, “At least I’m still in your top two.” He grinned and you laughed, relieved he didn’t seem to hate you for it.

“So what are you gonna do? Host a fight to the death?” He joked as he stood up.

“If that’s what it takes.” You winked. Bradley shook his head as he chuckled down at you.

“You sure are something else Rue. Guess I better get to wooing.” He looked around the room and upon finding it empty, he bent down and gave you a quick peck on the lips.

“If you’re free later, come by my room.” And with that he was gone.

You sighed, this was going to be difficult, and you didn’t think they’d much enjoy sharing you.

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- Entry 5 Here -

I don’t have a Taglist for this series but I will be updating my Masterlist as I go 💛

[ghoul-slime]

Ghouls & Their Favorite Horror Movies (1980s edition)

In honor of Halloween being just a few days away (!!!) have some thoughts about the ghouls and their favorite horror movies. Narrowed down to the 1980s because that's probably my favorite decade for horror (shoutout to the 70s though).

Dew: City of the Living Dead, The Evil Dead, Pieces, Cannibal Holocaust

Resident horror snob and ultimate gorehound. The bloodier, sleazier, and more fucked up the better. Huge fan of the Italian horror directors, especially “Godfather of Gore” and king of onscreen eyeball trauma Lucio Fulci. City of the Living Dead (aka The Gates of Hell) is his favorite, it’s gory, blasphemous, and just obscure enough for him to feel smug when nobody else has heard of it. The biggest horror fan of the group, he’s seen it all and is always on the hunt for something weird and new that he hasn’t seen yet (a difficult task). Introduced pretty much all of the other ghouls to their favorite horror movies.

Aether: Return of the Living Dead, Re-Animator, Night of the Creeps, Killer Klowns from Outer Space

Lover of all the best 80s horror comedies. Silly and fun without being too intense or mean-spirited. The more over the top the better. Aether movie nights are always the most fun. Loves Return of the Living Dead because of the awesome punk rock soundtrack and 80s punk aesthetic. Secretly loves horror comedies the best because he gets to see Dew laughing the whole time. He and Dew are the most annoying about quoting movies back and forth to each other nonstop.

Mountain: The Thing, They Live, Aliens, From Beyond

Loves his horror with a side of sci-fi. Major John Carpenter and Stuart Gordon fan (who isn’t). Also a huge fan of sci-fi horror with amazing practical effects and The Thing is the king of them all (he loves the original too, for the plant-man monster of course). 

Swiss: Hellraiser, Videodrome, Society, Street Trash

Body horror enthusiast. If it's slimy, horny, and taboo then he’s all about it. Unsurprisingly the biggest Cronenberg fan of the bunch. Huge fan of the Hellraiser series, what with all the leather and the chains and the flesh. Will also sit you down and force you to watch Society if you’ve never seen it (you will thank him later).

Phantom: The Monster Squad, Fright Night, The Lost Boys, Near Dark

Of course it’s gotta be The Monster Squad. Phantom loves the classic Universal Monsters and Monster Squad has them all, wrapped up in a super fun 80s horror comedy with great writing and memorable characters. Will undoubtedly yell WOLFMAN’S GOT NARDS at the most inopportune times. Loves vampire movies the most and secretly thinks of his pack a little bit like the group of vampires in Near Dark.

Aurora: Night of the Comet, Slumber Party Massacre, Phenomena, Sleepaway Camp 2

GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS. Loves seeing pretty women absolutely kick ass onscreen. And any horror movie with a female villain will almost always become a favorite. Loves Night of the Comet because why shouldn’t a couple of valley girl cheerleaders get to enjoy a mall shopping spree while also mowing down hordes of comet zombies with machine guns?

Cirrus: Possession, Altered States, The Shining, the Ninth Configuration

Queen of psychological horror. Her picks usually toe the line between horror and other genres. Cirrus movie nights almost always have to come with a “palate cleanser” movie right after (usually a Cumulus or Aether pick). Dew secretly thinks she has the coolest taste of the bunch.

Cumulus: Hollywood Chainsaw Hookers, Sorority Babes in the Slimeball Bowl-O-Rama, Blood Diner, TerrorVision

80s horror comedies (horny version). Like Aether, Cumulus loves horror comedies. But for her, the sexier and more ridiculous the better. Always thinks a movie would do better with more boobs and full-frontal. Vocal advocate for more male nudity in movies. Linnea Quigley is her horror idol.

Sunshine: Slumber Party Massacre 2, Black Roses, Trick or Treat, Slaughterhouse Rock

Number one champion of the rock & roll horror subgenre. Horror and rock music were both public enemy number one during the Satanic Panic of the 80s, and Sunny loves movies that lean into it. Slumber Party Massacre 2 is the most fun with the leather-clad rockabilly slasher facing off against members of an all-girl rock group with his massive (unmistakably phallic) electric guitar-drill.

Rain: Jaws 3, Humanoids from the Deep, The Fog, The Abyss

Absolutely nobody is shocked to discover Rain is a fan of underwater/nautical horror. He doesn’t even care if a movie is “good” as long as it’s wet and full of weird monsters or creatures. Avid defender of Jaws 3 (it has dolphins, hello). His taste is all over the place quality-wise, from b-movie creature features like Humanoids, to the cozy coastal ambiance of the Fog. As the only ghoul who can breathe underwater, he loves to watch others squirm during the breathing fluid scene in the Abyss.

[phoebe-delia]

What Movie Should I Watch?

Okay yall. I've been sick and stuck at home and I have all day tomorrow to watch movies. I wanna watch stuff I haven't seen before. So far I've got Pulp Fiction, Twelve Angry Men and the Godfather 2 (I've already seen the first one).

Gimme some ideas! My only hard limits are: no horror, and I'd like a happy ending. I can do violence and *some gore but if you rec me a movie that HAS gore pls just mention that.

TYSM IN ADVANCE!!!!

[creepedverse]

What is up with the mafia drawings from magma 👁👁🗣 may we know more

OK CUZ I WAS THE ONE WHO DREW THEM... it happened cuz i made everyone watch The Godfather with me cuz i had to write an essay on it. LMFAOOOOOOO

we're working on more lore for it but its just a CRV AU !!! there are two families, one run by bonnies grandparents and one run by slenderman. ty for asking meat >.o -sucker

bonnie's role is... she's supposed to be entirely uninvolved with the mafia, her grandparents try VERY hard to keep her away from that life, but she accidentally got tangled up in debt with the other family and is trying very hard to put on a brave face.

Mafia au Dia is a Capo within the Slender family. She’d also be the communications person. She makes connections for the family. Very friendly but scary person. Think Shinobu from Demon Slayer. She starts off very nice and sweet but lives life like she’s playing chess. She thinks everything 10 steps in advance. Plus she’s skilled in guns and knives although she prefers knives and can easily handle gore and blood… she’s the go to person for when the family need to extract info from a particular person who’s very tight lipped. She’s fine w killing and will actively find out other families dirty secrets as a way to blackmail them into not doing anything to the family she’s apart of.

Nico's slender's second in command, his right hand girl, his underboss. She gives orders to the rest of the family, they go from slender directly to her, then to the rest of the family on a need to know basis. She doesn't get her own hands dirty unless it's necessary, delegates most of the violence to Tommie or Tali. But she's brutal, almost inhumanly cruel. Has given the order for countless hits, mass killings, poisoned entire weddings, eradicated families, widows, orphans, as she sees fit. All to further the interests of the family.

Tobin works as a capo for Bonnie's grandparents mafia family. He's mainly involved in arms and narcotics dealing, and mostly hangs around the chop shop fixing up busted cars when hes not making deals. Tobin is fiercely loyal, and has pretty much no moral boundaries so he's the one people go to when they need dirty work done, like putting hits on people, debt collecting, protection, etc. He's very good with guns, is a sharp shooter, but he's a troublemaker who tends to push limits too far

Tali works as an assassin for Slenders mafia family. She doesn't have any friends or connections to people, and she likes to keep it that way. She does the job, gets her pay, and isn't seen again. Tali is very good at what she does, and she's familiar with all sorts of knives and poisons. She's to the point, and a nasty bitch who doesn't take disrespect from anyone. Mostly hangs around the bar or in casinos, making sure that nobody steps out of line, or that her target doesn't go out of sight.

A side plot is that Tali and Tobin, being from different crime families, are both given a job to kill each other. Its like a game of cat and mouse between them. Yet despite being some of the best hitters out there, the two can't seem to get the job done

I haven't put too much thought about it, other than Shannon being some kind of Boss or at least high up position would be funny as hell, imagine you're being told you're meeting the boss of a mafia and its this shaking girl that just stares at you.

[bloodyknucklesforme]

Maybe I'm Afraid of You | Carnal XI

Carnal(adjective) : relating to or given to crude bodily pleasures and appetites

Simon was born with what his father called 'The Curse'. A wanton craving for taboo meat. Since meeting the similarly cursed Johnny, the two had formed a bond. They didn't just fight together, they ate together, slept together, and shared everything.

When a favor to Price reveals another cursed person, Simon worries she could destroy everything.

Masterpost

CW: cannibalism, gore, parental abuse

This is very much a horror fic mostly based around the films Raw (2017) and Bones and All (2022), if you sit through those you should be good here. This is my first horror fic.

Chapter Title Credit: Bite the Hand - Boygenius

Nina had always been good about texting or calling him back. Always within an hour if she wasn’t asleep. He’d been talking to her more than normal since the Arthur incident. His car had been found but not his body.

No mention of Nina in any of the articles. Seems he never told anyone about her. His parents seemed content in blaming anyone not English for his disappearance. Their lack of closure didn’t weigh on his heart.

The link to the house’s camera feed did weigh on him. He’d resisted up until this point. It was a last resort. He couldn’t invade her privacy like that. She’d never forgive him. 

He tried to understand her. Anyone would have gone a bit off living in that house with a father like that. They never discussed any rules for her response time. She wasn’t one of his men whom he could order around. She didn’t owe him. 

Yet one hour turned to three and then eight and then twelve and sixteen. 

He sat in his office, cigar in hand. His cursor hovered over the icon.

“Just click it, sign in and you’ll have full access to the cameras,” Gaz said, handing him a slip of paper with the log in. “They’re already labeled by room but you can also see all of them at once.”

He called again.

“Sorry, I missed your call John. Leave a message or text me. I’ll call you back soon.” There was a high pitched beep as the recording started. He was the only one who called her so she personalized her voicemail for him. He didn’t leave another message. 

It took a moment for the cameras to load up. He didn’t see her. The bedroom was empty, the living room was empty, the dining room empty, the kitchen…

There was blood everywhere. On the floor, on the butcher block and leading in from the front and out the back. He dropped his cigar into the ashtray on his desk. He reversed the footage. 

A body, Nina was dragging it from the kitchen and out the back door. It was mutilated. He went back further. It had been resting on the butcher block. Further back. 

Simon walked in. What the bloody hell was Simon doing there? He took food out of a pan on the stove, ignoring the body entirely. John followed him through the cameras. 

The foyer was covered in blood. He reversed till the night before. There wasn't a sound. He watched Nina fly down the stairs and out the front door. She came back in, a body in her arms. 

MacTavish. 

They fell onto the floor and she flipped him over. He was bleeding. Price couldn’t make it out very well but it looked like he was stabbed, the knife still in his side. Nina was trying to stop the bleeding. She looked terrified. 

Simon ran in, took charge of everything. MacTavish seemed stable and they moved him. Simon appeared again and dragged a different body through the house. 

Price shut his laptop. 

He called MacTavish and then Simon. He called Nina again. 

He texted Nina one last time.

“I’m coming over”

A thirty minute drive gave him time to think. He grabbed a rifle just in case. 

He never should have brought the boys into this. He cursed himself not just handling it on his own. He could have protected her better. Protected her from them, from herself.

“I’ve given up on trying to help her myself.”

John knew it was strange for him to be so protective of her. They had no blood ties and  Godfather was title she’d bestowed on him sometime after her father’s suicide. 

She had endeared herself to him over the years. Many dinners at her father’s table with the rest of the unit. She was never invited to these dinners, always eating beforehand or at the small table in the kitchen. 

She’d watch from the top of the stairs as they moved to the sitting room to smoke and drink. He was the only one to stand in the foyer and talk to her. She was funny and always read any book he recommended. He guessed she didn’t have many friends. 

She was always a little strange, looking at him like they were two different species. Big brown eyes flicking between him and the archway to the sitting room. He quickly learned she was listening and watching for her father. The one arm chair would creak and she’d pick up her skirt and slink away without making a sound. He missed her when William sent her away to school. A fancy boarding school run by nuns. They weren’t Catholic but it made more sense when John heard about how strict it was. They still rapped rulers on the girls' knuckles for talking in class. 

William had invited the unit to his house for another dinner. A regular celebration anytime one of them was promoted. They’d all stay at an inn in town and the next morning set off pheasant hunting. William still complained about the fox hunting laws. The house was always quiet but it seemed quieter without Nina. 

There was the sound of gravel crackling as a car pulled into the driveway.  They all stopped and looked at each other, no one was missing from the table. Banging on the door, almost as loud as the thunder outside. William waved it off.

“Ignore it. Anyone worth answering should know it's rude to visit during dinner.”

More banging, two fists on the wood. 

“Let me in! Dad! LET ME IN!”

 John was closest so he stood up to answer.

Nina was there, still in her tartan skirt, navy sweater and brown loafers, soaking wet to the bone. She shoved past him. 

“Are you all too drunk to answer the phone?” She asked angrily. 

“Nina, go upstairs.”There was only one rule in that house and that was not to embarrass her father and she had done just that.

“I need to pay the cabbie.” She snapped, dripping onto the carpet. John fished his wallet out and went outside. He gave the man a stack of pounds, more than covering the cost, and grabbed her suitcase out of the back. 

There was arguing coming from the kitchen when he came back inside. A trail of wet patches leading from the foyer and through the dining room into the kitchen. The rest of the men sat awkwardly at the table. William was gone. John went to take his seat again, it wasn’t his business.

There was the clattering of chairs. William screamed at her followed by Nina yelping in pain. John jumped up and rushed in. 

Nina was on the floor, clutching her face, mouth bloodied. William’s arm was bleeding, in his hand was his belt. They stared at each other like two predators about to lunge at each other again. 

William was seething in a way John had only seen on the battlefield. He moved before John could react, striking Nina’s arm with the belt. She flinched, turning to shield her arm and face and he struck her side. John grabbed his arm.

“William, stop!” He put himself between them. 

“Get her out of my sight, John. Now.” He pulled his arm away and turned his back to them. John knelt and hooked his arms under Nina’s and pulled her up. “Not through the dining room!”

She was shaking out of anger, he could tell from how she stared at her father’s back. He took her upstairs through the servants' staircase. 

“Let me look at ya,” He said, once he sat her down on her bed. There were bruises on her face, arm and side. Her lips were bloodied but she had no cuts. He ignored it for the time and got her a washcloth. “I’ll get your stuff and some food. Just stay here.”

He wasn’t going to leave her there. If he wasn’t his superior, John might have beat him with that belt. 

Everyone was leaving as he headed downstairs, William apologizing at the door. 

“She’s very ill. A seizure disorder. She gets disoriented and very frightened, and doesn't know where she is. Her mother suffered from the same. I apologize.”

John stood on the stairs till the last man left and William shut the door.

“She doesn’t have seizures,” he said.

“She has whatever I say she has.” William turned to glare at him. “She fucking bit me, John. She can’t stay here.”

“She can stay with me.”

“No.”

“William, she can’t go back to school and she can’t stay here. She’s seventeen, you can’t kick her out. She can stay with me.”

“I’m going to have her sectioned.”

“No,” John shook his head. 

“She needs help, John. I can no longer provide it. She is a danger to herself and to others! I need her out of my house!”

“You’re going to send her away. You beat her, William! Of course she fucking attacked you.”

“I still outrank you, Price! My family is none of your concern!” He swung the front door open. “Get out! Now!”

When they returned the next day for hunting, Nina was gone. He never got to bring her food or her things. It would be almost a year before he saw her again. She was subdued, thinner than before. It was her father’s retirement party. He reasoned she was there because her absence would draw questions and William was nothing if not a posh cunt obsessed with appearances. 

“I’m sorry,” He whispered as he hugged her. “Are you okay?”

“I’m better,” she said with a forced smile. “I’m going to kill him.”

He didn’t believe her. She didn’t have it in her. Then a little over a year later he got the call. William had killed himself. He didn’t question it, especially not with the note he left. She was a good girl who’d been raised by a cruel man. He never asked what happened to her over that year or where she’d been sent. If it was anything as draconian as the school he sent her to, he couldn’t blame her for her hate. 

Then there was Arthur. But he’d hit her so it wasn’t her fault. She was defending herself. 

Now there was this mess. 

Simon and MacTavish were killers for work. 

He’d known Simon for ten years or longer. He’d done things but he wasn’t a killer without cause. 

MacTavish? 

There was a time he looked at Simon like he was God. He was a good man though, some anger issues but not cruel. 

He still went to the front door with the rifle in hand. Heavy footsteps towards the door. 

“Good to see you, Simon.” He said flatly. Simon without a mask was rare. The man’s brown eyes dug into him like dull blades. The shadows under his eyes were so dark that probably didn’t need the grease paint. 

“Sir.” He blocked any view into the house. 

“Where’s Nina?”

“Upstairs.”

“MacTavish?”

“Also upstairs.”

“Are they alive?”

“Why wouldn’t they be?”

“Simon, I saw what happened.” He nodded his head up towards where one of the cameras should be hidden. Simon glanced up and chuckled. 

“Guess we need to talk then.”

“Yes, we do.”

Once again, sorry this took forever. I have two more chapters lined up that I wrote while writing this one that I hope to finish soon.

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[valenfield-inspo]

This is so sad 😔

"At some point, Valenfield could have become canon: in an early script written by George Romero for the first Resident Evil movie, Chris and Jill are officially dating. But, due to a number of reasons, the production of Romero's version of the movie was halted, and then rejected completely."

Yep I remember 1st hearing about the rejected Romero plot. It's a shame too b/c George A. Romero was the absolute godfather of zombie horror films. We would of never had films like "28 Days Later" if it wasn't for his ever iconic "Night of the Living Dead" (1968). I believe I read it was rejected mainly b/c Constantin Film studio wanted Romero to tone down the gore and Romero flat refused to do so. I guess they wanted the gore to be really toned down to get a safer rating so it would be able to be released in more countries. Romero just didn't want to compromise and I kind of don't blame him for that. But yes he did have Valenfield as a thing in the movie. You can read the script here if you have never read it before. I'm also going to provide a link of an unofficial comic adaptation user Sisslethecat did from Romero's script here, might be NSFW-ish but here's a page of one scene from the script: https://twitter.com/Sisslethecat/status/1495817104364388355

[scorchedhearth]

ok the base population has expanded since then so new poll

for the purpose of this poll it's everything gore and sexual and nasty that appear on this wonderfully wet blog

[thehollowwriter]

The Official Bio of Alastair Blair

Basic Info:

Name: Alastair Blair

Homeland: Briar Valley

Species: Mostly human, however he is part fae. Specifically, a kelpie

Birthday: 8th September

Age: 68 in human years (he ages quite similarly to a human, though)

Height/length: 159cm

Dominant hand: Left

Occupation: Owns a seaside hotel (the irony is not lost on him)

Family:

Unnamed parents

Unnamed siblings

Unnamed aunts, uncles, and cousins

Godson: Finn

Preferences:

Hobbies: Cooking, swimming, photography

Likes: The water, food, seeing and learning new things, singing, dancing

Dislikes: Boring, stuffy places or situations, gloomy days, not being able to swim

Favourite food: People! ...He's just kidding. He really likes salad wraps

Least favourite food: Caviar (why does Ezra like that stuff so much... bleh)

Appearance:

Alastair is a short, chubby man with snow white hair and light blue ends like this:

At least, on land. Whenever he gets into the water, his hair changes to match the water. His eyes are bright yellow, and he has two small fangs. He's very tanned, and some of his face is scarred over.

He doesn't actually "Naturally" have many kelpie features, though he does have pointed ears, but he can shape shift as he pleases to seen more like a horse (he doesn't do it often cause people keep trying to ride him when he does lol). He's got a twirly moustache and some stubble.

Personality:

Though some people get the impression that he's serious, Alastair is warm, friendly, sarcastic, and a joker. He's got that wise old man vibe to him, though he's probably more likely to tell you to do something very unwise for shits and giggles.

He's always ready to do something or go on adventure, always filled with excitement and creativity. He often gets into some unexpected, chaotic situations but always finds some way to get out of them again.

Some Fun Facts/Extra Info

•Alastair is loosely based off Rosie from Mamma Mia, with a dash of Donna

•He was Morrigan's other best friend at NRC

•During his time at NRC he would insist his name was actually Constantine cause he thought it sounded cooler than his actual name

•He was much more cold and closed off as a teen, but Morrigan brought him out of his shell. He didn't feel any need to rebel against his own family or anything, but Morrigan adopted him as a friend and dragged him into various shenanigans with Ezra anyway

•Between himself and Ezra, Alastair was hit by Morrigan's death the hardest, and for quite a long time, he couldn't say or hear Morrigan's name without bursting into tears

•He's Finn's other godfather

•He started out his career as a chef and sold a ton of cookbooks before getting into the hotel business

•He and Ezra keep close contact and always plan so they can visit Finn and Silas together

...........................................

A/N: I hope you like the other half of my new duo! He may not he quite as iconic as Ezra seems to be, but that's not his style anyways XD Thanks again to my friend who helped me out with him and gave me the idea of making him a kelpie

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