#malcom bright

[sofiart22]

Me & my brother, you see, we were uña y carne

Prodigal Son s02ep08(dir.Chris Fedak and Sam Sklaver)//A Brother Named Gethsemane (Natalie Diaz)//Cain smiting Abel with God's Expulsion of Cain from the Garden of Eden (Sebastiano Ricci)//brother, sister, rival, friend: the longstanding effects of sibling relationships (Joshua A. Krisch)//Dogfight (Ang Kiukok)// kieran culkin //Prodigal Son s02ep07 (dir.Chris Fedak and Sam Sklaver)// Filmnoirsbian

[asraindarkness]

is he really ur favorite fictional man or he is just a unstable lonely man who believes he is nothing if he can’t help people even if it means sacrificing himself and goes through all type of shit while he’s found family are always worried sick for him and he’s also always is covered in blood and tears?????

[hellaleg]

“No, you’re not.”

[bernard-the-rabbit]

He's a Whitly. He'll know what to do.

[thecinnamontrio]

Season1 type of vibe ✨🌈

[love---mandy]

‘You are your father’s children’

Sorry for a post litterally from the farthest left field imaginable but I watched Prodigal Son, and what a fun time it was. I am immensely disappointed it got cancelled, but at this point I don’t even get surprised when I start a show that’s already not gonna continue.

[disenchanted2006]

FLICKER WARNING

never separate a girl from her fave torture scenes :D

[sh33n3d]

All I’m gonna say is that his restraints stay on

[mossyfart]

Malcom Bright and Will Graham would have matched each other's freak.

[forgottenghosty]

I seem to have a thing for sassy, dangerous, emotionally and physically traumatized fictional men that hide their true emotions from everyone but their closest friend and feel they should suffer instead of be loved…

[redvelvetpenguins]

Everytime I watch Prodigal Son my husband asks if I'm watching the show with "the dude with the eyes 👀 "

He's not wrong 💀

[sofiart22]

Sacrificial Lamb

Prodigal Son s02ep13 (dir.Chris Fedak and Sam Sklaver)//Descended from Dreamers (Li-Young Lee)//Sacrifice of Isaac (Caravaggio)// Cain (José Saramago)//Prodigal Son s02ep13 (dir.Chris Fedak and Sam Sklaver)// Hannibal script s02ep11

[roadworkaheadyea]

Posting some of my very first iPad art. Never got around to really touching up but figured I’d post the ideas.

[part-time-deranged]

when the protagonist and profiler in my cop drama starts showing signs of mental distress

[olives-and-sunshine]

malcolm bright is a swiftie.

[ficsofabotchedmind]

Family that slays together, stays together

Summary? Nope.

Warnings? Hell yeah!: Blood, murder, disposal, knives, sibling bonding over murder, just a lot.

——————————————————————————

Every single person always overlooked Martin and Jessica Whitly’s youngest except Ainsley, their sister. 

You see while Ainsley had Malcolm, Y/n had Ainsley and while it had faltered as they got older, Ainsley and Y/n still protected one another no matter what, even helping cover up a murder. 

It was late when Y/n’s cellphone rung, looking at the phone it was Malcolm, “Ugh, what does he want? Hello?” 

Malcolm was out of breath, and he had a wild tinge to his tone, “Y/n, I need your help, it’s Ainsley.” 

Y/n’s breath caught in their throat at the thought of something happening to their big sister and as they shot up and flew around the house, they asked, “What happened?” 

Malcolm stopped for a second and then responded, “Not over the phone, just get here now.” 

With that, the siblings hung up and Y/n flew out of their house and over to their mothers. 

Letting themselves in, Y/n did a survey of everything as they walked through the house. 

Things didn’t look different, but they felt different something was off and as they walked into the dining/living area, it became clear. 

Nicholas Endicott lay on the floor with blood surrounding him and as Y/n got closer, they saw the deep slit on his throat and multiple stab wounds to his torso. 

While anyone else would balk at the sight of a dead body, especially one with so much blood and violence involved, Y/n did not. 

When you are a Whitly you’re not like others, and your father’s genetics made sure of that. 

Y/n took in every detail, and after what seemed like hours taking in every stab wound and the slit across his neck, Malcolm spoke, “We don’t have time, we need to get Endicott's body out of here before morning, hurry!” 

Y/n would ask what happened later but right now, the Surgeons children did what they do best, murder and disposal. 

Y/n went around gathering everything that was caught in the aftermath and set it aside so it could be taken care of later and once that was done, they focused on what their brother was doing, “Malcolm, let me get the next part while you finish the clean-up.” 

Malcolm was about to protest before Y/n made an obvious show of missing certain items, of course it was only a show though, Y/n was more of Martin than Malcolm or Ainsley ever would be and then you add Jessica’s issues on top and you have the perfect killing machine. 

Malcolm moved aside and gave Y/n the saw, and as the saw sunk into the flesh and worked its way through the bone all Y/n could do was smile. 

Just like their big sister, Y/n preferred a knife. It was more satisfying, anger dissipating as the knife would sink in repeatedly, blood casting into your face, spreading onto your hands, dripping. 

Malcolm observed Y/n, he saw the smile spread wide, the calm in their eyes, the precise cuts Y/n made along Endicott's body to dispose of him, he saw someone he would have to watch and make sure no one found out. Malcolm wasn’t stupid, he had a feeling this may not be Y/n’s first time, they’re a Whitly. 

Hurrying up and getting the body dissected, put into bags, and the bags into suitcases, Malcolm handed the rest of the clean-up off to Y/n, “I’m not stupid, finish the clean up, get yourself clean and then dispose of everything, we meet back here. Oh, if Ainsley asks, I did it. Go it?” 

Y/n cocked their brown along with their head, “Yeah, got it. And Malcolm, what did Ainsley do?” 

Taking a breath, Malcolm spoke, “I’ll explain when this is done, we just need to hurry up.” 

Y/n took the supplies once again and set to work, after a bit longer of scrubbing and missing a spot on a book for the hell of it because let’s be honest, it will be easier for all of them for their mother to learn that way. 

After getting everything cleaned up, Y/n went to go shower but decided to check in Ainsley first.  

Looking inside the room, Y/n could clearly see their big sister still sleeping and Y/n carefully made their way back out, into the hall and continued to their bathroom. 

Once in, they took a black trash bag, stripped, and shoved the clothes in the bag to burn with everything else. 

Setting the water to the hottest temperature, Y/n got in and took their time.  

Standing there with their head down, watching with a smile as the blood mixed with the water and swirled down the drain. 

After 15 minutes of standing there, Y/n heard the door open and rushed through the rest of the shower. 

Once done and dressed Y/n took everything and with Malcolm’s help, disposed of the other half of the evidence. 

Going back to their childhood home they finally were able to sit, and Y/n could finally get some answers, “Malcolm, what happened with Endicott?” 

Malcolm sighed and looked to Y/n debating on telling the truth or not, but he decided it would be best to tell them the truth, “I’ll tell you the condensed version. Endicott came over and Ainsley…I…Y/n, Ainsley blacked out and killed him.” 

Y/n suppressed the urge to roll their eyes at him, and asked, “Does she recall anything?” 

Malcolm grew quiet and thought back and the answered, “Not that I could tell, she asked what happened, I told her it was me, and then I sent her to clean up.” 

Y/n already knowing that Ainsley had a bit more of Martin in her than Malcolm did but less than them asked, “Is it possible she does but she’s lying about it?” 

Malcolm sighed and was about to answer when the two heard Ainsley get up and quickly rushed out, “Let’s hope not.” 

Making her way in the dining/living area, Ainsley did a once over of the area and asked in a slight whisper, “Is it all done?”  

Y/n took the initiative and stepped forward, “It’s all done and over, we don’t have to worry about Nicholas Endicott any longer.” 

Ainsley produced a small smile and collapsed in Y/n’s arms, “Thank God!” 

Staying there for a minute but then retreating, Ainsley looked Y/n in the eye and in that moment, they knew that Ainsley wasn’t lying. 

Malcolm motioned that he was going in the kitchen for food so they could all eat and after the night that was just had, they certainly needed it. 

Sitting on the couch, Ainsley patted the seat beside her motioning for the youngest out of the 3 to sit and once they did, she dropped her head on their shoulder, “Thank you for helping Malcolm, I know you two don’t necessarily get along but you did tonight to protect the family, so thank you.” 

Y/n took a breath and laid their head on top of Ainsley’s, “Of course. We need to stick together, or we will all fall. We are now all complicit in this, Ainsley and we must stick together.” 

After staying quiet for a few minutes, Ainsley spoke as Malcolm walked in the room, “I know, and we will.” 

Taking the food from Malcolm, they all ate in silence but after an hour, Y/n spoke calmly before taking a bite from their sandwich, “Just to be clear with both of you, if anyone gets too close to the truth and threatens this family in anyway, I am going to kill them with no hesitation.” 

Both Ainsley and Malcolm observed Y/n, they knew in that moment that their sibling was speaking the truth, they knew no matter who it was, Y/n would kill them to protect the family secrets. 

All three looked at each other and made a silent pact that if anyone gets close, they had to go. 

Most would think that this calm would seem eerie, but they are Whitly’s after all and murder is what they do best.  

—————————————————————————— 

Bonus: After the reveal and learning that Ainsley knew 

“Sooooo, how many have you killed?” Ainsley asked with a side eye 

Malcolm gaped and Y/n laughed, “Enough.” 

Malcolm’s eyes got wider, “When??” 

Y/n casually asked, “Before or after Ainsley killed Endicott?” 

Malcolm had had it, they were going to drive him further up the wall than he already was, “Enough, I need sleep. You two clean, I’m going to my room.” 

The two youngest snickered, the murder had helped them grow closer once again but before Malcolm could leave the room, Y/n asked, “Does it help to know they were all bad?” 

Malcolm sighed and thought with a shake of his head as he left behind the giggling pair, “So that’s who’s been killing those people who have been released, not surprised.” 

Both Jessica and Malcolm could hear them cackling and Y/n shout, “The family that slays together, stays together.” 

Jessica groaned and downed her wine but smiled slightly at the fact they had at least bonded over something and went back to her writing; Malcolm shook his head with a soft smile and made his way up to his room.