#banjo bloodbath

[aboutoriginality]

Banjo Bloodbath (Appalachian Bluegrass Death Metal)

[thefreaklovesmusic]

Appalachian Anarchy - Banjo Bloodbath

[rosaeldi]

My youtube recommends have blessed me this day. You may not think you needed banjo metal, but I assure you, you do.

[mx-incognito]

Banjo Bloodbath

[anaja-theratbird]

🪕 Banjo Bloodbath🩸 | Appalachian Anarchy | 🪕 Bluegrass Power Metal 🤘

[fox-guardian]

apparently bluegrass metal exists (deathgrass/bloodgrass I've seen it been called) this is huge for the Lila and Redd community (me)

[texasthrillbilly]

[doyourememberrocknrollradio]

Banjo Bloodbath (Appalachian Bluegrass Death Metal)

[yanderes-galore]

Fluffy AU Springtrap and prompt 51 and 59?

The fluffy AU is still such a cobbled together AU. However I'll try to make a comprehensible storyline at some point. In the Fluffy AU, Springtrap was Springbonnie before passing away. This is a very different Springtrap from what you know. This is mostly Springbonnie with a twisted persona...?

I attempted to create a story for this, even now I'm not to sure how I feel about it but let me know what you think. Using my prompts.

Yandere! Springtrap (Fluffy AU) Prompts 51 and 59

"I'll chase you down like an animal if I have to."

"Are those friends of yours? Are they your everything?"

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Blood, Murder, Obsession, Kidnapping, Zombies/Resurrection, Implied cult behavior, Fluffy AU, Possessive behavior, Jealousy, Experimentation.

He was one of the first successful creatures. Springbonnie and Fredbear were the first completed biological experiments that didn't die on conception. The first attempts to create living breathing mascots.

Springbonnie was one of the more friendly ones. He always wanted to make friends with any person he came in contact with. He was perfect.

His golden fur was soft to the touch, his skills at the banjo were carefully practiced. Afton had applauded the fact that Springbonnie was one of the first perfected prototypes.

But prototypes aren't meant to stay forever.

Due to some biological complications, as Afton called it, Springbonnie had passed away before ever seeing anyone outside the Afton facillity. Although not all was lost, William still thought experiments could be conducted. Which lead to the first corrupted monster this facility created.

Springtrap as this new creature was called, was created by experimentation. Henry was against such a beast, although Afton never said how he created him. The scars on his arm say otherwise.

Springtrap was a different form of Springbonnie. He was sadistic, manipulative, and murderous.... He had even attacked the other prototype, Fredbear.

Trying to contain Springtrap and create new mascots based on the prototypes required more hands. Which is why you were hired to the Afton Facility to work as a handler. It was odd you had to sign an NDA....

Until you saw the creature you had to handle.

"Is that a new friend I spy?"

Long story short, you had no idea what you were getting into. The experiments, the creatures, the smell. God... Springtrap smelled. You had asked Afton to bathe him, the scientist shrugged.

"He's a living corpse, they smell."

This job confused you... and made you wish to vomit.

The only "good" news you had was Springtrap liked you. It saved you slightly from his violence. Even then... he was still aggressive

The facility nearly lost so many scientists to Spring's outbursts. He was fine when he saw you through his bullet-proof glass cage. Although you could never look him in those dead eyes.

"Are those friends of yours?" The undead rabbit asked you one time through his enclosure, boney hand dragging on the glass. He points to your fellow scientists chatting, tilting his head. "Are they your everything?"

"They're friends, yeah... I can barely leave this place. Might as well get close to someone, right?" You say, hesitantly looking at the rabbit. He glares, shaking his head.

"I'm meant to be your friend, think about it. You're mine. Why else would I keep others away from you?"

"What do you mean?"

"I hate them around you. They have such a disgusting smell. You smell like them all the time. I want to maul them...."

Ironic as Springtrap is easily the smelliest animal here....

"Don't think such things."

"What are you going to do, stop me? You know you can't...."

"I'd leash you if I could."

"That sounds so flattering, dear, I'd wear it with pride."

You grimace when he smiles at you, a rotting grin haunting you.

"When I get out of here... the following bloodbath will be in your name."

"Springs, don't say that-"

"Why? I don't think you respect my dedication."

You go silent, feeling your radio buzz.

"... let's talk later-"

You quickly leave Springtrap alone and go to pick up your call.

Meanwhile... Springtrap watches you leave with a grin.

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"Come on out, doc!" Springtrap calls, blood stained his fur. "Isn't that a cute name? It fits you well...."

The beast roams the blood coated halls looking for his dear handler. His claws and teeth were dripping in the blood of countless scientists. He was able to escape with the help of a certain teleporting friend.

Now it was time to claim what's his

"I'll chase you down like an animal if I have to." He vows, green eyes scanning the area. "Isn't that what I am? A feral animal for you to tame?"

He steps around a corner, the smell of blood and decay suffocates you.

"Show yourself. Stand up to me and show me you can handle me, doc!"

He rams himself into a locked room, the door bashing open under his weight. His eyes meet yours... you're in the middle of sounding the alarm. You're frozen... like prey.

"Springs-"

"There you are...!"

You scream when he pounces you onto the floor, your head hits the hard floor and causes a concussion. Your senses are overwhelmed by all sorts of lights, sounds, and smells. Springtrap stands over you, grinning.

"I told you I'd make a bloodbath in your name. Then you'll only rely on me...! I'm meant to be yours... I only ever need you! You're all mine..."

Bones touch your face. You can barely see what's going on with your head throbbing. Springtrap laughs at your state before pulling you up.

All you see is the blood in the hallway... where was Afton?

"Just pay attention to me..." The zombie rabbit hums.

"We'll have so much fun."

[relto]

have a song: banjo bloodbath

[monochromicharlequinn]

Banjo Bloodbath

This fucks severly

[moaninmoonen]

Banjo Bloodbath (Appalachian Bluegrass Death Metal)

Appalachian Anarchy

[mikahorror]

🪕 Banjo Bloodbath🩸 | Appalachian Anarchy | 🪕 Bluegrass Metal 🤘

[cowboisadness]

Warm Beer {Arthur Morgan x F!Reader} 18+

Some warm beer and a lot of teasing with a beer bottle idk i came up with this idea at like 3am.

No smut but might do a part 2. Sexually suggestive and sexual themes. UNDER 18 DNI

Wordcount: 1604

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The beer stays warm here in Lemoyne. With no escape from the persistent heat and humidity, as well as none of us being stupid enough to keep the crates submerged in the swamp water surrounding us in the hopes they would be a few degrees cooler to actually give us all some relief. 

Relief is what all of us needed right now. Constantly running from the law and Pinkertons, bad job after bad job, the camp’s money slowly dwindling, some people working too hard while others did barely anything other than keep their asses flat to the ground. 

The only positives being we now have a real roof over our heads courtesy of the shambles that is Shady Belle and the beer was never in short supply. 

This hot and disgusting evening had us all sat either by the fire or at one ofthe tables nearby. Listening to Javier and Uncle share a merry tune while we drank the evening away thanks to this piss-water excuse for alcohol.

Arthur, John and Bill returned only a couple of hours ago after planning to rob a high-value stagecoach that was making its way from Blackwater to Rhodes. it was a disaster, as Arthur expected. 

��They are never worth the trouble.’ He would say ‘Always turn into a bloodbath.’ he would argue...and he was right, as usual. 

The coach wasn’t holding even half of what they were expecting and they got away with even less and a bullet wound for Bill, thankfully it wasn’t anything a few stitches couldn’t handle.

Arthur was still sour about the whole ordeal even a couple of hours later. So I did what I have been doing for almost a year now when he gets like this. Leave him to calm down then let him take the rest of it out on me in private. We all win that way. 

I had my eyes on that man since the day I arrived in the gang almost two years ago, and it wasn’t long until the shy glances, shy touches and even shyer words became more for us. But it took a year for both of our stubborn asses to take the next step. Trying to keep it a secret from the others was both thrilling and a task in itself. Only so many last-minute hunting trips that would result in us only bringing back one deer or a few turkeys and rabbits before people started asking questions. 

So we all sat here, Sadie and Karen by my side at the table engrossed in their own conversation, but I was paying no mind to them or their chatter. 

My eyes drifted to the campfire and those sat around it, finally landing on him. Whiskey in had as he listened to Javier strum his guitar and uncle on his banjo. A few of the others sat around singing along. The flames in the centre lighting up his face just enough to see his still sour expression. That man works too hard and cares too much for his own good sometimes. 

He takes a sip from the whiskey bottle, the flames now illuminating along the length of his neck. The beer bottle in my hand momentarily forgotten, my fingers gracing up and down the neck absent-mindedly as I watched him. He’s a bear of a man, a Grizzly if I was to be specific. Large, imposing and with the ability to strike fear in the heart of any man with the growl in his voice. A brute when he needed to be but a gentle soul when he wanted to be. Like he was with me unless we both desired the former.

I watched as he nodded his head along with the song, then when he laughed at whatever Charles said to him. I watched as his eyes scanned the group around him before landing on me, giving a light smile as he found my eyes were on him already. A smile I gladly returned. 

His gaze didn't falter, so I decided to give him something more to keep his attention on me. 

With the girls still chatting away beside me, something about us girls needing to initiate a job or two and let the men lay back and relax while we took the reins for once, I placed my almost empty bottle across the table to draw his eyes to it. My fingers returning to the neck to delicately stroke up and down. 

My eyes flicked down to the bottle then back to him, giving off the sense that I was perhaps thirsty for something else. 

He straightened his posture as my hand gripped the neck and was that his breath I heard hitch from all the way over here?

I turned my attention back to the bottle, keeping the slow pace as I glided my hand to the base and then back up to the tip of the neck, tilting my head to the side as if the glass was deserving of the attention I was giving it. Allowing a few more glides when I glanced back at him through my lashes. His brows furrowed, he began to fidget where he was sat, a fire now burning in his eyes. But not burning hot enough...I accept the challenge. 

My eyes remained locked with his as I loosened my grip, my fingers returning to the neck, my thumb gracing the tip in circular motions. 

The light from the fire is just enough to see him gulp and the grip on his bottle so tight I was surprised it hadn’t shattered under the pressure.

With a sultry smile, I lift the bottle to my lips to take a drink, the warm liquid coating my throat barely even an afterthought.  

I lick my lips as I stare at the bottleneck and despite nothing being spilt, with another smile I press my tongue to the bottom of the neck, trailing it up to the tip. Well, it would be a shame to waste even a drop. 

I heard the footsteps before I could register that he even moved from his place by the fire. Not even bothering to approach he kept his eyes on me as he stormed his way towards the house. The fire in his eyes burning like the centre of a giant star, caving under pressure only to inevitably burst into a supernova.

Not long after he was out of sight I got up to follow, chugging the rest of the warm beer and discarding the bottle beside me. I made sure to take my time as I rounded the house and made my way up the steps to the building’s doors. Tucking back a few stray hairs and readjusting my dress shirt, undoing another button. The heat truly is getting to me tonight. 

The steps up to the second floor creaked under my weight, echoing in the otherwise quiet house.

His door was slightly ajar. The lantern and moonlight illuminating the space within just enough. 

I knocked not even waiting for a reply before I walked in. His back was turned, shoulders tensed as he looked out of the shattered window. The slight breeze it let in a welcoming one.

Opening my mouth to break the silence I was quickly hushed when he turned, taking two steps before he was above me, my back hitting the closed door with a resounding thud.

His laboured breaths fanning across my face as his hands came to rest on the door at either side of my head, caging me in. His eyes engulfed in lust and rage.

“You think ya bein’ funny, princess?” he growled. The deep vibrations in his voice sending a spark down my spine.

I kept my eyes locked on his, presenting an innocent smile “I’m afraid I don't know what you are talking about.” 

“Ya know very well. After the day I’ve had I don’t have the patience for your teasing.”

I smiled up at him again. I’ve won the race, but not the challenge.

His hand moved to the base of my neck, thumb tracing over my throat with a slight pressure that couldn’t be ignored.

“Mr Morgan…” I tilted my hips out to meet his. His desire evident, “...would I ever?”

His hands were on me in a flash, pulling me towards the table beside us. The boxes of ammunition swept to the floor in one movement before he was lifting me onto the surface, hands pulling my skirt till it was bunched up at my waist. He stood there between my open legs, palms burning into the supple flesh of my thighs as they travelled higher and higher. Eyes now fixed on the exposed skin below my clavicles. 

“Do ya have any idea what ya do to me?” His eyes moved to my neck, then my lips, before locking with my own. Our heightened breaths the only noise filling the space around us. 

That spark travelling down my spine now back with a vengeance, landing straight to my core with a jolt. 

I breathed deeply to steady my voice. 

Hand racing out for his belt to pull him forwards to feel just what he might be talking about. I wanted - needed - all of him. 

“Why don’t you show me?” I whispered, then his mouth was on my neck, biting, sucking, soothing. Leaving his mark. My head tilting back as a quiet moan escaped me.

His hands travelling further up my thighs as my hands hastily began to unbuckle his belt, the both of us unable to waste any more time.

Indeed I have won the challenge.

[skyxhartley]

Banjo had a lot of work to get done but of course, he couldn’t focus. How was he even supposed to focus? His sister was just sent into the arena. Last night may of been the last day he was ever going to see her. Feather was now alone  at home and Banjo was feeling more helpless and defeated than ever. Stopping in his tracks, Banjo was standing in the viewing area and staring at the screen, trying his best to keep an eye on Bells. When he saw that she made it out of the Bloodbath alive, the male did a small happy dance before turning around and seeing someone standing there. He just kind of stared at them, embarrassed if they had just seen his dance.