#bloo dy

[bloos-bloo]

MY HEART- MY HEART MY SOUL- MY HEART HURTS FOR Q!BADBOYHALO-

I UNDERSTAND IT- THE REASON WHY HE WAS FINALLY ABLE TO PASS THROUGH THE GOLD GATES- THE REASON WHY HE WAS GIVEN A CHOICE WAS BECAUSE HE DIED TO PROTECT. EVERYTHING HE DID IN THIS LIFE WAS TO PROTECT HIS KIDS- WAS HE PERFECT? NO. DID HE STILL DO WRONG? YES. BUT HIS DEATH WASNT CAUSE HE SINNED- (EVEN THOUGH HE THOUGHT HE DID, HE WASNT SELFISH) ALL HIS PAST LIVES WERE LED BY SINS- HE PROTECTED, HE TAUGHT, AND HE REDEEMED HIMSELF.

HE WAS GIVEN A CHOICE BECAUSE HE WASN’T HEAVY WHEN WEIGHED. HE WAS LIGHT ENOUGH TO BE GIVEN A CHANCE, HOWEVER HE KNEW DEEP DOWN HE WAS ALWAYS GOING TO RETURN- IF IT WASNT FOR DAPPER OR POMME HE WOULDVE TAKEN THE CHANCE-

Q!BADBOYHALO, THE GRIM REAPER, THE DEMON, THE DEVIL, THE FALLEN ANGEL, THE IMMORTAL WHO LIVED THROUGH IT ALL FINALLY LEARNED WHAT MAKES PEOPLE HUMAN-

HE LEARNED TO LOVE- AND THAT WAS PROBABLY ONE OF THE BIGGEST FACTORS LEADING TO THE CHOICE THE HIGHER BEING GAVE HIM-

[blu-cosmos]

I could not help myself, he looked so cool and I love his cape, I HAD to draw him 😔

I drew this on my sketchbook instead of digital bcs I am still mourning 🤙

This welcome home royalty au is by @neonross

I suck at taking pictures and my tablet is bad at taking it too.

(ignore the messed up looking cape I am sleep deprived <3)

[bluecoolr]

So @probably-a-plant-thing and I've been chatting about an apocalypse au! So here's Bloo (self-insert) and Darrell, the Redwood Boogeyman's newest playthings victims.

Their paths crossed sometime after the world went to shit after The Blight. Darrell held Bloo at gunpoint and demanded she surrender her road atlas. Well, he got the road atlas but it came with an accessory: Bloo.

[cheeseandbretboy]

ok so my head feels so light like when i stand up it will just fly away and my body will collapse because it cannot live without a mind but simultaneously my head holds such a sheer heaviness that evokes a sense of hopeless dread whenever i want to do something

yay?

[kymsys]

hiii i'm obsessed with your merman au!! if it's okay i totally let it take over my brain for a hot minute so ummm here's a little gift if you will accept it 👉👈 sorry to bother, i just HAD to write something dkfdl;fjg. your art is so gorgeous btw <33

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After weeks of secretly housing Satoru in his private garden, Suguru had devised a way to safely return him to the ocean without being caught. He'd even relayed all the information about the kingdom's fishing system so Satoru would be able to steal the occasional fish without getting caught in the nets himself. He had to admit, he would miss having his little secret around. But he knew he couldn't keep Satoru cooped up forever. Satoru was a creature of adventure. He was probably tired of Suguru anway.

After a few attempts, Suguru successfully scooped Satoru up in his arms, Satoru wrapping his tail around his waist to stay up. His skin was cold to the touch. He teased Suguru as he clumsily navigated the path in the dark, even though he'd already walked it alone several times, and Suguru hated the way his heart stuttered at the siren's breath on his ear.

Really, Suguru should've done this much sooner. He should've released Satoru as soon as he realized he was falling for the creature. It was hard not to when it was in Satoru's nature to be enticing. Suguru let himself spend far too much time with him in the garden, let Satoru flutter his fingertips over his collarbones, let him beckon him closer and nibble on his ear playfully, let him lick the blood off his wrist when he got scratched up. He was never sure if Satoru was threatening him or flirting with him, never sure if it was all a game or if there was actually part of him that was interested in Suguru.

Suguru willed his mind to stop racing as he knelt down on the rocks and lowered Satoru into the water. Satoru immediately swam away and back, did a few turns and flips, gleefully splashing in his newfound freedom. Suguru smiled, heart tugging in his chest as Satoru slowly moved farther away. He was about to turn around when Satoru came back up to the edge of the rocks, resting his forearms on them and beaming up at Suguru.

"Care to join me?" He teased with a sharp grin. Suguru huffed out a laugh and shook his head.

"What, you're not dying to get away from me?" Suguru shot back, trying to keep his smile light even though it felt heavy on his face. Satoru pawed at his ankle and Suguru obliged without thinking, sitting and dipping his feet in the water, Satoru folding his arms atop his thighs.

"If you could breathe underwater, I'd drag you in here with me." His eyes practically glowed in the moonlight, a deceptively innocent smile curling at the corners of his perfect lips.

"You'd do that regardless." Suguru let himself give into the urge to push Satoru's hair off his forehead. It would probably be the last time anyway. Satoru's smile dropped the slightest bit.

"No." He reached up to touch Suguru's cheek, lightly stroking his cheekbone down to his jaw. "Not to you."

MANGO HOW DARE YOU WRITE SMTH SO BEAUTIFUL 😭😭😭 its amazing i love it so much HNGGGGG. THANK YOU?! thank you so much, i cant believe ppl love my merman au so much, thanks for this sweet gift and thanks for indulging with me 🥺 funnily enough @kingdomofred had also written that suguru took gojo out of the ocean into a pond. ARE WE ALL VIBING TOGETHER? it seems to be a thing for sure xD okay i have to dive a bit deeper into why i love your writing so much: the way that suguru isnt sure if gojo actually likes him or he is just acting accordingly to his siren behaviour?? it breaks my heart, its so bittersweet but yet i love it so much !! it fits so perfectly and i love the resolve at the end that yes ofc gojo likes him ; u ; ♥ . the image you described of suguru carrying gojo and the way gojos tail would lay around sugurus waist?? THAT IS SO FUCKING NICE?! definitely gonna put that on my to draw list !! and gojo nibbling on sugurus ears and licking his wounds and blood....fuck thats hot. i have no other words left. truely. THANK YOU MANGO IM IN LOVE 🥰(made my day)

[warrenposts]

Certain Sensitivities

Certain Sensitivities Lockwood x Reader

Summary: You come to discover that sight isn’t Lockwood’s only sensitivity

A/N: I wrote this one kind of romantic since I hadn’t yet posted my requesting guide when I receive this. I had a great time writing it although it’s not my first preference so any new readers please check out my requesting guide :D

Requesting Guide Here

Word Count: 1.7K

“Glad to see you're finally back,” you admitted as you met Lockwood at the front door. He smirked and shook his head, fully anticipating a lecture. “It’s almost curfew, you know?” You asked, crossing your arms.

He shrugged off his jacket and hung it up on the hook in the hall before taking a few more cocky steps towards you. “Worried about me, were you?” He asked, stopping right in front of you.

“Of course,” you admitted, mirroring his smirk. “Without you, I don’t get paid.” You reached to loosen his tie, then kept it in your hands as you slowly brought them down the material. Once you reached the bottom you let it drop from your hands and gently rested them on the front of his sides. Only for a moment and with barely any pressure at all but it was enough to make him flinch and hitch his breath.

He pushed his tongue to his cheek and bit down, forcing his smile away, only letting himself laugh through his nose.

You waited a moment before doing it again, a little harder this time, scribbling your fingertips into his torso. He flinched harder and once he realized you were completely intentional in your actions; he locked his eyes with yours. “Cheeky,” he scolded, scrunching up his nose.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his bashful face that tried so desperately to keep his ‘Cool Guy Persona’ going. “What was that, Locky?” You asked, tilting your head as you tried and failed to bite back your giggles. 

He broke eye contact and rolled his eyes, forcing his attention to anything but you. Scoffing, he took a step to the side but as he did you reached out and tazed his sides. This time he jumped away from you and a desperate plea fell from his lips.

“No no no no no,” he scolded, quickly pulling away to grab your hands and force them away from his sides. 

You’re sure you’d never seen him move that fast in his life, it was amusing to say the least to watch him crack like this.

Sighing, he held your wrists at his chest, one in each hand to ensure you couldn’t move them. This only resulted in him pulling you closer as you laughed at him. “God, you look like the cat who ate the canary,” he scoffed.

“Anthony Lockwood, I had no idea you were-” He dropped your hands and pushed himself gently away from you, making his way to the living room.

“Don’t say it,” he interrupted you. If it wasn’t for the smile he was trying to repel, you would have thought he was angry with the speed in which he left the room.

“Now hang on a minute!” You called and turned heel to follow him. “You can’t expect me to just leave this alone.”

“Oh, you don’t have a choice,” he challenged, fiddling with various things on the coffee table. It seemed he was doing almost anything to avoid your eyeline.

“Don’t be embarrassed-” 

“I’m not embarrassed!” He insisted, cutting you off and continuing his business.

“It’s adorable,” you defended, casually moving closer.

“I-” He cut himself off, doing a double take and questioned in the most dramatically offended tone “Adorable?” He snapped around to face you, only to find you had silently moved closer now almost chest to chest. “Bloo-dy hell!” He dropped the magazine in his hand and jumped away from you, quickly moving behind the couch.

You couldn’t help but burst into laughter at his fright. He sighed out his nose as he glared at your fit, putting his hands on his hips and frowning as his face burned red. 

Once you calmed down you crossed your arms and asked, “So, iron repels ghosts and you’re scared off by the threat of tick-”

“Oh don’t be egomaniacal,” he discouraged. “It doesn’t suit you.”

“No,” you agreed. “Really more of your thing isn’t it?” You asked as you began to walk around the couch.

At your movement, Lockwood mirrored you and moved around the couch. “A-alright, enough!” He held out a hand to warn you off but it didn’t stop you from running after him, chasing him as he turned to run up the stairs.

“Prestigious, Champion Ghost Hunter and you’re really afraid of me?” You called out, laughing at the ridiculous situation.

He ran into his room but before he could shut the door he turned and saw you hot on his tail, practically crashing into him and tackling him onto the bed. “Oh come of it!” He exclaimed, shuffling back but having very little success as you trapped him onto the bed.

As you climbed on top of him, you wasted no time in digging your hands into his waist. He wrestled his hands with yours as best he could before throwing his head back in laughter, unable to ward off the sensation. “Plehehehehease!” He quickly gave in and began laughing like you'd never heard before.

It was endearing to say the least, so out-of-character for him. Regardless, you couldn't deny how much you liked seeing him so carefree and happy. But naturally that wasn't enough to stop you from teasing the ever loving hell out of him.

“Quick to beg,” you observed. “I think I like you like this,” you teased, pausing slightly to bring your face closer to his.

“Oho, plehease,” he scoffed. “You always like me,” his charming smile seemed so much sweeter in this state.

Scoffing at his haughty behaviour, you responded by digging your fingers into his ribs. “That’s right, cling to your pride,” you teased, watching him dissolve into laughter once again. “It’s all you’ve got now.”

He pulled his arms in and fought to cover his ribs since his movement was restricted by the torment being inflicted on him. His cheeks burned red at every gasp or giggle that fell from his mouth and it wasn’t until you finally let up that he calmed down slightly.

As fond as he was of the physical affection, it was a maddening sensation and he couldn’t make sense of how he felt. He wanted you to stop but he didn’t necessarily want you to stop.

After a few more agonizing moments you let up and let him catch his breath. “Are you okay there?” You asked, poking his nose, mesmerised by the smile plastered on his face

He scrunched his nose and groaned, turning his face away from you, relaxing slightly. That only lasted a moment before you dropped your hands to where your lap would be, just above his belt.

He jerked aggressively in panic, grabbing your hands in defense before exhaling and dropping his head back onto the cushions. “Oh,” he breathed in relief, releasing your hands. “I thought you were going for my stomach.”

“Hmm?” You hummed, causing him to open his eyes.

“No, no, no,” he went right back to wrestling off your hands the moment he saw the evil glint in your eyes.

“Why would that matter?” you teased, voice dripping in faux kindness. “Huh? Why would that matter?”

“Dohohon’t behehe CRUHUHUHULE-AHAHAHAA!” He arched up and threw his head back yet again, hands tightening around your wrist, giving up all efforts in fighting you off.

After a moment you took mercy and let up, giggling to yourself as he caught his breath. Lockwood kept his hold on your wrist and brought them up to his shoulders, forcing you to flop on top of him in an almost hugging position. 

Following his lead, you made yourself comfortable; half hovering and half leaning against his chest. Laughing as you did, you let your head fall to his chest, “I can’t believe this.”

He exhaled the excess laughter and replied, “believe me, neither can I.”

“I told you it was adorable,” you mumbled from his chest.

He scoffed and you felt his hands wrap around you, hugging you close. One rested on the back of your head and the other held firmly around your waist. “Oh, dohon’t start,” he growled.

“Me? I just wanted you to start coming home before it’s gets dangerous outside,” you defended. He only groaned in response to which you laughed and responded. “Ahand I think I know how to do it from now on.”

He practically flinched from the insinuation, “Oho you think so, do you?”

You snapped your head up to meet his eyes. “Yohou’re damn right I do-”

“So you were worried about me?” He asked, straining his neck to look you in the eye. Although you found he kept glancing at your lips.

Narrowing your eyes, you stared him down and grumbled, “Do you really wanna take this full circle?” He smiled and again, broke eye contact while his cheeks turned red. You leaned into his ear and whispered in warning, “Because I will.”

He flinched away from the feeling of your breath on his neck. “Alright! Alright, you win, i’ll wear a watch.” You smiled in victory, feeling quite proud of the evening so far. “Now would you be so kind as to release me? I’m sure George will be calling for dinner soon.”

You raised your eyebrows and scoffed, “Release you?” You jostled yourself as you spoke, “You’re the one with an iron grip on me!”

He hummed and swayed you back and forth slightly, making no moves to let you go. “You’re right, I do.” He smiled, showing off his perfect smile you were practically drunk on right now.

Neither of you moved for a second until you heard George call from downstairs. “If you two are finished, I'm plating now!”

Lockwood interrupted any thoughts you began to have. “Now do not go down gossiping about this,” he warned, loosening his grip enough for you to sit up.

“Oh, of course not,” you laughed and crawled off his bed, grabbing his hand to pull him up and walk him out of his room. “Wouldn’t want to damper your reputation with blushes and giggles.”

“I do not- Oh forget it,” he shook his head and cleared his throat, desperate to regain his composure.

He kept his eyes forwards, not ready to meet your eyes again in fear of blushing madly. When you arrived at the kitchen you immediately ran around the table to spill the information to George. He only shrugged and seemed surprised that the information was new to you.

“Oh, for God sake,” Lockwood cursed, dropping down into a chair where he rubbed a hand down his face to hide his shy smile.

You laughed at his change in demeanor and dropped it for the rest of the dinner. Verbally, at least, as you and George spend some time writing down his other spots on the thinking cloth. 

Lockwood knew something was off when he saw the two of you biting back laughter. He’d later read these notes and vandalism them himself in his defense. If one thing was for sure, it's that he wouldn’t miss curfew anytime in the near future.

[queersrus]

Gore theme

includes: medical, slasher, cannibalistic, horror and general gore content, feel free to request specifics

meat/flesh - zombie - blood

(nick)names:

gore, gorette, goretta, goretto, gorine, gorina, gorino, gorelle, gorello, gorella, gorer, gory, gnaw, gnash, gut, gutz, gwyar, gruesome, grisly, gouge, guts/gutz, gutsy/gutzy, gutsie/gutzie, gutsee/gutzee, gutsine/gutzine intestine, intes, intine, inn, inna, innard entrail, entra, entrai, eye kill, killer, killian, killien, kid, kidney/kidnee/kidnie mort, morte, morty, morter, mortem, mortemer, mortimer, mortu, mortua, mortuary blade, bite, biter, bitten, bleed, blood, bloody, bleeder, bloodette, bloodine, bloodetta, bloodina, bloodelle, bloodella, brain, brainy, brainette, brainetta, brainelle, brainella, braine, brutal, bloodlust, bloodshed, bloodlet, bloodless, bloodlette, bloodletta, bloodletter, bloodbath, bowel cut, cutter, capil, capillary, cava, claret, clot, carnage, colon thrash, thrasher, tear slash, slasher, slice, splatter, spill, stab, stomach, spleen rip, ripper, rippley, ripley, razor fang, flesh, fleshy venus, vis, viscer, viscera, visceral, viscerally, vei, vein, vendet, vendette, vendetta, vessel, vital orga, organ, organa liver, lung art, arter, artery, ana, anat, anatom, anatomy, arteriole wound death hema pan, pancrea, pancreas, pierce, plasma, puncture

1st p prns: i/me/my/mine/myself

gi/gore/goreself, gi/guts/gutself bli/bleed/bloods/bloodself vi/vie/veins/veinself, vi/ve/ventettas/vendettaself, vi/visce/viscerals/visceralself i/inte/intestine/intestines/intestineself wi/wou/woune/wounds/woundself fli/fle/fleshs/fleshself oi/ore/organs/organself ci/carne/carnages/carnegeself, cli/clot/clots/clotself, ci/cor/corpse/corpseself li/lungs/lungself, li/live/livers/liverself ai/arte/arteries/arteryself pi/pancrea/pancreas/pancreaself sti/stomachs/stomachself, spli/splee/spleens/spleenself, ki/kidne/kidneys/kidneyself

2nd person: you/your/yours/yourself

go/gore/gores/goreself, gu/gutr/gutrs/gutrself blo/bleedr/bleedrs/bleedrself vo/veinr/veinrs/veinrself, vo/vendettar/vendettars/vendettarself, vo/viscer/viscers/visceralself oi/intestir/intestirs/intestinself wou/woundr/woundrs/woundrself flo/fleshr/fleshrs/fleshrself o/or/organs/organself co/cor/corpse/corpself, co/car/carnages/carnageself, clo/clotr/clotrs/clotself lo/lungr/lungrs/lungrself, lo/liver/livers/liverself ao/arter/arteries/arteryself po/pancr/pancreas/pancreaself sto/stomachr/stomachrs/stomachrself, splo/spleenr/spleenrs/spleenrself ko/kidneyr/kidneyrs/kidneyrself

3rd person: they/them/theirs/themself

go/gore, go/re, gore/gores, gu/ts, gu/gut, gut/guts blood/bloods, blo/od, blood/bath, blood/bloody, bloo/dy, blood/dy, blood/pit, blood/vessel, blood/shed, blood/less, blood/bond, blood/pact, blood/lust, blood/bleed, bleed/bleeds, ble/ed, bleed/ing, bleeding/out, blood/clot vi/vein, vei/vein, ve/in, vein/veins, vein/veiny, ven/detta, vendet/ta, ven/vendetta, vendetta/vendettas, visc/era, visc/eral, visc/visceram visc/visceral, viscera/visceral, visceral/viscerally inte/intestine, intest/ine, inte/stine, intestine/intestines large/intestine, lu/lung, lung/lungs, lun/ng, li/liver, li/ver, liv/er, liv/liver, liver/livers small/intestine, sto/mach, stomach/stomachs, sto/stomach, splee/spleen, sple/en, splee/een, spleen/spleens wo/wound, wou/wound, wou/nd, wo/und, wound/wounds fle/sh, fle/flesh, flesh/fleshes, flesh/fleshy o/organ, or/gan, org/an, org/organ, organ/organs co/coprse, cor/pse, cor/corpse, corplse/like, corpse/corpses, car/nage, carn/age, car/carnage, carn/carnage, carnage/carnages, clo/clot, clo/t, clo/ot, clot/clots art/artery, ar/tery, art/ery, artery/arteries pan/creas, pan/pancreas, pancrea/pancreas, pancreas/pancreases kid/ney, ki/kidney, kid/kidney, kidney/kidneys

titles:

the gore, the gored, the gorer, the visceral, the bleeding, the organ, the one with missing organs/limbs, the flesh eater, the wounded, the mortally wounded, the bleeding/bloody corpse, the half eaten corpse, the rotting flesh, the one with missing arteries, the one with bleeding arteries

(prn) whos skin peels, (prn) whos organs/limbs are missing, (prn) who's intestines are exposed, (prn) who brings carnage, (prn) whos flesh rots, (prn) who is gravely wounded

[eclipian]

Vaggie HH Headmate

pt: vaggie hh headmate

reminder beings will almost definitely not turn out exactly as described, and these can be edited and changed as needed.

divider credit

" All right, let's give it up for not dying! "

Name: Vaggie , Vivi , Valentina , Veronica , Victoria , Valerie , Vanessa , Violet , Vada , Vera , Valencia , Vivian , Vachya

Age: 20s

Pronouns: She/Her , Shy/Hyr , Shu/Hur , Sho/Shom , Mo/Moth , Ang/Angel , Fall/Fallen , Fallen/Angel , Bloo/Blood , Stab/Stabs

Gender: Girlflux , Futchy , Femfutch , Mothgender , Fallenangelmoth , Bloodmoth , Lovecoremoth , Mothstimmic , Crepumothic , Moththing , Mothaesic , Fallangelwillic , Fallenangelaesic , Fallenangelbitch , Rustigolrenaec , Lucinnfoul

Attraction: Lesbian , Acespec

Other IDs: Miscelepidoptera , Miscefallangel , Moth Emsoul , AMoAB , Aldermothlike

Species: Fallen Angel

Role: Protector , Gatekeeper

Aesthetics: Cherry Emoji Twitter , Devilcore , Angelcore , Diner , Trendercore

pt: name , age , pronouns , gender , attraction , other ids , species , role , aesthetics

artist credit & artist credit + tags: @bahtive & @drowntowns

[princess-of-the-corner]

Okay so, I just noticed something I never did before.

In RWBY's first Volume, on streaming services, the full opening sequence only plays at the end of the first episode, during the credits, with the rest of the Volume using a shortened version of the opening.

For the home media release, they ALWAYS use the full opening for every sequence.

I only noticed this because the "Welcome to a world of bloo-dy e-vol-u-tion!" line plays over a shot of the airship that takes the cast to Beacon in the first episode, INSTEAD of a shot of Cinder's silhouette surrounded by fire. I'm more familiar with the second version (because I saw the shortened intro 15 times during my first watchthrough, and the full-length one only while watching the first episode), so it was VERY jarring to see that line sung over the "wrong" scene.

inch resting

[requiemforoursoul]

Pls send private message if you’d like to be mutuals 🥹🥹 I wasn’t active for a year and now ppl I used to chat with are deactivated…

Let’s be friends?!

[bloos-bloo]

Guys- Today’s stream had me in shambles- IM SORRY BUT I LOVE 4HALO MORE THAN FOOLHALO- PLEEAAASSEE-

I have the poem below- And yeah, this was the zine I turned in for an assignment lmao- I just changed one panel

[revenant-coining]

Dyirselolec

[ pt: Dyirselolec ]

[ID: a rectangular flag with 7 equally-sized horizontal lines. colors in this order from top to bottom: darkish pink, pink, pale pink, white, pale red, light red, darkish red. End ID]

requested by @gender-darling

Dyirselolec: a gender connected to being a bloody vampire nurse angel-doll.

Etymology: (bloo)dy, (vamp)ir(e), (nur)se, (ange)l, (d)ol(l), "ec" meaning from / deriving from

@radiomogai , @imawanokiwaaa

[ID: a pink line divider with a pink and purple sun in the middle. End ID]

[totallycorrectfostershome]

You are my BEST FRIEND! If I’m dying, you dying with me. Ain’t no choice!

Bloo, to Mac

[fictionallyinparadise]

ANGST!!!! because i'm insane. and lore ig. but mostly hurt/comfort <333 TW for blood, mentions of torture, murder. I think that's all but feel free to request more.

For the first time, Arthur realized just how important Flin was to him. How he wasn't just a silly crush, but a source of...life. A ray of sunshine against the darkness the world was starting to be covered in. He was loved, so damn loved by the outlaw, and didn't even know.

But now he was taken. In danger and whisked away from safety. Damn O'Driscolls. Arthur knew he couldn't get the gang's help on this. Sure, Flin was helpful to them, and was appreciated. But he wasn't one of them. He was just an ally. They didn't have the people or resources to start a rescue mission.

So he rode. In the rain, coating his body with cold bullets of water, galloping forward. He didn't know where Flin was taken but by god, he'd find him. It'd already been two days. Who knew what fresh hell was pushed upon him?

An abandoned farmland, with a barn hosting horses and tents scattered in the dead fields. Arthur stilled his horse, telling the mare to stay as he crept forward. In his gut, this was the place. He ignored the barn and focused on the small house. The basement was guarded, the shabby hatch already weather worn.

He didn't hesitate. He threw a knife with precision. Neither guards knew it was coming until they were choking on their own blood. He glanced around.

Damn them all. He pulled out his pistol and started firing. Blood mixed with rainwater on his clothes, gunpowder burning his nose as he made the barn a sight of massacre. He likely looked more beast than man by the time he finally went down the basement ladder.

His throat tightened at the sight of Flin. Bruised and bloodied, a gunshot wound to his stomach. The only thing keeping him alive was the ropes wrapped tightly around his stomach, though it was not of kindness or mercy.

Now he had no regrets for acting like a feral, angry animal towards those O'Driscolls.

"Stomach." Flin hoarsely spoke, his usually warm and sweet voice sounding so broken and scratchy now. He was dehydrated, probably. He was an angel among rotten men, he didn't deserve this treatment.

"I know. I've got you." He mumbled softly, hiding how absolutely terrified he was. This wasn't good. He didn't have the supplies to tend to those wounds now. "Hang on for me, ya hear? You ain't dying."

With a desperation he searched, raiding the already cleaned out farmhouse for anything. He found a pathetic amount of bandages but he had a needle and thread. He went back to the basement, relieved to find that Flin was still breathing.

It was ragged and a little panicked, but he was breathing.

Delicately, he lifted Flin up. He was easy to carry, though that was due to Arthur's strength more than anything else. He laid him down on the most comfortable spot he could find in this dingy basement.

He undid the ropes, shushing the panicked mutters Flin started making. He knew what he was doing, he'd patched up the others more times that he wanted to admit.

The wound was bad, but not infected. Blood pooled out from it, staining Arthur's hands. His stomach lurched at the sight of having Flin's blood on his hands. He focused on getting the wound closed.

The whimpers and dry sobs of pain broke his heart. He muttered soothing words under his breath but stayed on his task. The stitches were homemade but would stay strong. He didn't have enough bandages to wrap around the site. He tore bits of his clothes that weren't blood and rain soaked to use.

Flin looked as messy as Arthur was now. But he wasn't in danger of dying now, thankfully. He was tired, head leaning against Arthur's shoulder. He didn't fall asleep, though, just resting his head.

"I've got you." He muttered softly. Delicately he carried Flin out and held him as they rode at a gentle pace to not disturb the poor man. A warm bath, a good meal, and plenty of water to drink was in order.

Walking into a hotel caked in blood didn't sound like a good idea. Arthur had a change of clothes on his horse, but not one for Flin. He'd worry about that later.

He changed out of his ruined and tattered clothes before helping Flin, who was half asleep at this point, limp into the hotel.

The staff was shocked, of course, but seemed more concerned than offended or scared. They even gave a free room and meal, all Arthur paid for was the bath.

He helped Flin into the bathing room and started to leave but he felt a little tug on his sleeve.

"Stay." That hoarse voice again, this time pleading. Arthur hesitated slightly. He eventually nodded and just took a seat nearby, doing his damnedest to avoid looking at Flin. "...help."

He looked up, brow furrowed. The steaming water was already murky just from Flin being seated in the bath. Ignoring the stirring in his heart, Arthur nodded. He delicately washed the dirty man, avoiding sensitive areas. He rewrapped the wound and helped dress the man, giving him the other set of clean clothes he had. They were big on Flin, but clean. He didn't complain despite having every right to complain.

It felt odd being basically a nurse for the rest of the night. Feeding him the hearty stew, helping him drink water, helping him walk. But it was the least Arthur could do.

He sat at the end of the bed, watching Flin sleep. His heart twisted. That boy would never be the same now that he'd been snatched away from safety and the warm life he was used to.

This was probably the worst way to lose a part of yourself. To lose the trust he had in the world at the hands of bastards. To lose the thought that a stubbed toe was the worst possible pain.

He sighed, brushing his fingers through Flin's drying hair. It was curling a bit, the subtle blonde undertones much more evident now than before. Arthur didn't think anyone could look so angelic.

Not since-

He shook his head to clear the depressing thoughts. He didn't have time to wallow in his own grief. He had to be there. For Flin. To support him, to help him get used to surviving in this world now that his eyes had been open to the harsher truths of life.

To keep him from becoming a bitter bastard. He couldn't allow that.

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hiiiii im having my 18th birthdaysoon! 20th of next month! im a little unnerved tbh. but anyways i was wondering if u had any like. anything with that kind of theme. it doesnt have to be literal or even a direct metaphor just. whatever movies you can think of that deal with sort of like. the last step of coming of age. adulthood. aging. anything that remotely parallels that. preferably w no SA. if you got nothing for that maybe a few horror movies that you really like that i can watch on my Special Day im really feeling like just binging horror movies all day recently. youre like the horror movie expert that i follow lol so id be happy to check out your suggestions

omg exciting…..turning 18 felt weird yes but i hope its a good birthday and a good age for you!! i’ll try to think of some good horror recs for the occasion lets see!

- raw 2016, one of my very favorite horror movies and definitely one of my favorite coming of age horror films! its a cannibalism flick with a great score and themes on sisterhood and family and fate and becoming the adult you are, whether you want to or not. kind of intense and gross but its really good. oh its also french sorry but its worth it

- pyewacket 2017, about a girl with a tense relationship with her mother who dabbles with some occult stuff that she shouldnt and has to try to handle whether she really woke something up with it, or if its in her head. a lot about growing up + mother child relationships, i think this is an underrated gem

- we’re all going to the worlds fair 2021, its a bit younger than 18 but its a gorgeous and strange reflection on coming of age that i think will resonate a lot especially for people who grew up online and/or are queer/trans. it’s a very odd and stylistic piece so its a bit hit or miss for people but i like it a lot. the MC is younger than you but i think its a really striking story! its kind of moody and left me a little sad (its not a tragedy tho) so maybe not a happy birthday film

- carrie 1976, obviously this is a classic coming of age film if you havent seen it i cant recommend it enough! its just really good. score is great, acting is great, visually its stunning and colorful and awesome. a classic for a reason

- excision 2012, this one is again very weird and also heavy on psychosexual themes but theres not any assault that i remember. does the dog die says there may be one kiss that is unwanted but it doesnt stand out in my mind fwiw. this is a visually bizarre movie about trying to be who you want to be, who you think you ought to be, and who your family wants you to be. very much coming of age, very very weird

- hatching 2022, again this one is about a character younger than 18 but i think the practical effects work is stunning and the themes about growing up, family, expectations, and loneliness are applicable even though the mc is young. its really gross visually and i love that!

wow these have all been girls uh theres a lot of weirdgirl horror about coming of age i guess. those are also all pretty serious, emotionally heavy films too so lemme think of some more that are a little different

- the lost boys 1987, this is a lot lighter than some of the others! its a very fun california coast set vampire coming of age movie, very 80s, very homoerotic

- the final girls 2015, its a meta horror comedy about getting sucked into a friday the 13th esque slasher film starting the protags recently deceased mom. again, lots of mother child relationship work, surprisingly touching story about growing up and grief and handling that

i’ll also rapidfire toss some out that are related to birthdays, if thats more your speed on this: child’s play 1988 (andy barclay gets chucky for his 6th birthday, kind of self explanatory i assume you know who chucky is), happy death day 2017 (a girl gets stuck reliving her birthday over and over and dying each time, she has to figure out who’s killing her and handle some nice coming of age/family themes, its a horror comedy), bloody birthday 1981 (very very cusp of 70s 80s horror about three evil kids with the same birthday who are evil due to the planet’s alignment at the time, they like to kill people, it is what it is. no sexual assault iirc but they do peep on a girl changing), madhouse 1981 (a woman is chased down by her insane twin in the days leading up to their birthday, this one is kind of mid but the ending is pretty strong and iconic to me)….that might be it off the top of my head :-)

hopefully some of those sound fun to you!! if not come back and i can rec some more, theres heaps of coming of age horror out there these are just some that came to mind

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