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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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@carnagewed
#CARNAGEWED. an indie, private, and extremely selective blog for 𝗘𝗗𝗗𝗜𝗘 𝗚𝗟𝗨𝗦𝗞𝗜𝗡 from the outlast franchise. penned by grace. she / her, 23. strictly 18+. established june 2024. affiliated with interventionist and 80spolaroid.
𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚜 ... the unreliable narrator, bluebeard and his wives, what lurks in the dark, being a good old-fashioned lover boy, this maniac’s in love with you, && the devil is a gentleman.
[ shivering ] sender places small kisses all over receiver's stomach. // for waylon…….
@carnagewed
This is wrong, he knew this was wrong- but somewhere along the line, the voice in his head that once screamed out to refrain began to slip away. Where, or why, he wasn’t entirely sure- the passage of time seeming to take the parts of the man he once was. Like a painting, worn and weathered in time, the visions of his past life grew faded at the edges, cracked and tarnished beyond recognition. Something he tried to deny- to come to terms with the acceptance of his newfound life. Yet at times like this, it was almost all too easy to confess. He couldn’t remember the faces of his family, wife and child, now nothing more than Rorschach spots- black inky nothing behind his eyes. Acceptance, in knowing there was no returning to the person that once was.
Where once, shame might have encompassed his being, now only pleasure would follow suit. To think once he might have fought away his advances, felt ashamed in the act of loving another. Day by day, the notion faded away, his name, his role, coming easier now as he’d submit to his touch. Gluskin’s bride- his pretty little wife. The titles and names felt familiar now, as did the touch of his groom, the longer the nights went on. Once the dress was pulled away, and flesh lay bare before him- how his heart would leap at the sight of his lover before him. His towering frame, such contrast to his own, feeling smaller, delicate beneath him, as lips would claim what was rightfully his. A hand would come to stroke through his dark hair, quietly admiring the further he ventured down. It would be a lie to say he didn’t crave his touch, his body trembling in pleasure, the longer he’d linger south.
“Eddie-” his name fell softly from his lips, desire reflecting in the soft tremble of his voice. His hips would move, his lower back arching from where he lay beneath him, the self control within him dying out as he’d submit to him in that moment, chasing the sensation of his lips. Fingers would settle at the nape of his neck, giving a firm, loving squeeze, as if it might convince him to stop and reflect on where affection could lead. When in truth? He didn't want him to pause, nor pull away. Logic would fall away for pure desire- for in that moment? all he wanted was him.
"Don't stop-"
*visibly shaking with ill restrained lust* Haha dude you look so scared right now you’re so funny when you get like this it’s kind of cute
BLOOD RELATED PROMPTS
requested by my bestie
WORDS:
“ is that your blood? ”
“ woah— hold up you’re bleeding. ”
“ your bandages— you’re bleeding through them. ”
“ shit, i think i pulled my stitches. ”
“ i’ll make them bleed for this. ”
“ a little blood never never hurt anyone. ”
“ why the fuck is there blood on the carpet? ”
“ your nose is bleeding. ”
“ you can make me bleed all you want, i’ll never scream for you. ”
“ you don’t understand, i had to do it. i had to kill them. ”
“ stop fussing— this isn’t my blood. ”
“ i did what was necessary. ”
“ why are you bleeding? what happened? ”
“ who hurt you? why is there blood all over you? ”
“ i think you’ll look quite pretty when you bleed. ”
“ who did you kill? whose blood is that? ”
“ i’m not usually a sadistic sort of person, but i will take pleasure in spilling your blood. ”
“ i don’t actually enjoy killing. it’s messy. the blood gets everywhere. it’s just necessary sometimes. ”
“ it looked kind of beautiful in a fucked up sort of way. blood on snow. the kind of thing you usually only see in stories. ”
“ i can’t get it off— i can still feel it on me! ”
“ just calm down. breathe. i’ll take care of this. ”
“ hold still— you’ve got blood on your face. ”
“ why is there blood on your knife? ”
“ oh, it’s just a little bit of blood. don’t nutsack out. ”
“ i’m going to drain every ounce of your blood. nice and slow. like you deserve. ”
“ i’ll kill anyone who ever makes you bleed again. ”
“ your/their blood is just too pretty to keep inside. ”
“ there’s something fascinating about blood. it’s captivating. ”
“ blood of the covenant is thicker than water of the womb. ”
“ you made me bleed on my shirt— i fucking loved this shirt! ”
“ leave me alone, it’s shark week and i got blood on my sheets. ”
“ should i be concerned about why there’s blood in the sink? ”
“ do i ask questions or do i just help you clean up all this blood? ”
ACTIONS:
[ ALONE ] for sender to show up on receiver’s doorstep covered in blood.
[ ARRIVE ] for receiver to show up on sender’s doorstep covered in blood.
[ CLEANSE ] for sender to find receiver trying to clean blood off themselves.
[ DISCOVER ] for receiver to find sender trying to clean blood off themselves.
[ AID ] for sender to help receiver clean blood off themselves.
[ ERASE ] for receiver to help sender clean blood off themselves.
[ ESCAPE ] for sender to find receiver after they’ve killed someone.
[ SEEN ] for receiver to find sender after they’ve killed someone.
[ HELP ] for sender to clean up the aftermath of receiver’s crime.
[ ACCEPT ] for receiver to clean up the aftermath of sender’s crime.
[ FOUND ] for sender to discover receiver covered in blood.
[ EXPOSE ] for receiver to discover sender covered in blood.
[ ATTACK ] for sender to stab or shoot receiver.
[ WOUNDED ] for receiver to stab or shoot sender.
[ BROKE ] for sender to punch receiver hard enough their nose bleeds.
[ INJURE ] for receiver to punch sender hard enough their nose bleeds.
[ WITNESS ] for sender to see receiver get hurt enough to bleed.
[ WATCH ] for receiver to see sender get hurt enough to bleed.
[ RETALIATE ] for sender to make receiver’s attacker bleed.
[ DEFEND ] for receiver to make sender’s attacker bleed.
[ SURVIVE ] for sender to realize receiver is bleeding after getting through a fight.
[ FABRIC ] for receiver to realize sender is bleeding after getting through a fight.
the very happy groom
Your honor that's my emotional support character who if I met in real life would cause irreparable damage to my mind and body
Tommy Shelby - Peaky Blinders S4E4
for: @becks-writes
the groom is a creature of traditional values, ward has come to know this well. gluskin, of course, is the husband of this household; the breadwinner, the provider. he leaves the house often to make sure they have food, materials to make new clothes and all kinds of other miscellaneous items he can find ... sometimes, he will even bring john little presents, books or the odd trinket that he believes his ' girl ' will enjoy. john does his best to smile and not acknowledge the blood all these items often have, stomach turning if he thought too long on where eddie gets them from.
but this means john was the wife of this home he has come to accept; the homemaker, the caged bird. he keeps the abandoned cabin clean and organized, he prepares the food gluskin brings home, he keeps his ' husband ' happy by trying to make days always be good --- like a good wife should. eddie expects all of this from him, just as he expects dinner to be ready by the time he gets home.
eddie kept a sporadic scheduled that was fueled by only his own mind, yet john has learned that he typically never is gone but for two to three hours at a time even though there was a trust between them now. so most days, john starts dinner by the end of the first hour in the effort that it's usually near finished when eddie was coming through the doors. today is no different, with some of the deer meat eddie had skinned & cut for them this morning stewing in a pot on the wood burning stove alongside with a packet's worth of pasta that john was sure was going to near its lifespan soon.
it would seem his time - guessing was getting better, for the ex - priest was interrupted from reading words on old paper by the sound of the kitchen door opening; john turns his head, moving to greet the other man whilst closing his book shut. " welcome home, did you ... "
fear plumes in ward's ribcage like how it would in a mouse's when it's spotted by a cat, causing his heart to stall.
it's not eddie. it's a completely different man; a stranger who was skinny on the bones and more than a little rough looking, with greasy hair sticking to his forehead. being confronted by another human that wasn't the groom for the first time in a year would be startling enough, but then john notices the glint of something metal in the man's left hand.
the intruder wastes no time in making what he wants known, stepping closer as john steps back --- body stiff. " noticed you have a car outside. "
if ward had the keys, he'd give them over easily just to deescalate the situation --- an old car was not worth his life. but alas, eddie always kept the car keys on him. another step back is taken, stiffness soon shifting to trembling as the weight of the situation sets in. the stranger doesn't like this, switching the blade to his other hand as he lessens the gap between them once again.
" don't make this hard, just give me the keys. "
briefly, john sees movement in the kitchen window from the corner of his eye --- though his wide eyes remain on the stranger on front of him, fixated on the knife that, unlike his husband's, wouldn't be very kind should it come near.
" you need to leave. " john's voice cracks, not only betraying the terror he felt but the dread of knowing of what was about to happen. this time, he takes two steps back.
now, there's the glimpse of a familiar shadow in the left open doorway ... though yet again --- fear won't let his eyes leave how the stranger grips the knife.
" or what? "
@carnagewed
he’s brought home a surprise today : a bouquet of wildflowers. they had been clutched carefully in a large hand for the entirety of the walk back home, the most precious of all the things he had acquired today. eddie had known his girl would love them — he knew that the sight of them, purple and yellow, would make her smile up at him with that little sad, soft smile that he loves so much. he can picture it now : john would carefully place the flowers into a pitcher with water and then arrange them in the center of their table. yes, it’ll be perfect.
that had been eddie’s focus up until he’d approached their cabin and heard the sound of an unfamiliar voice sounding from inside.
at first, he comes to a halt. his traitorous mind jumps to one conclusion : his bride has brought another man into their home.
it’s a sour, enraging thought, one that has him walking with determination. the bag of supplies dropped on the ground outside, his face darkens with a snarl. after everything he’s done for his wife, how dare she treat him like that? she’s no better than all the rest of them with their unfaithful eyes and wandering hands.
but then, now close enough to pick up the stranger’s words, he realizes that he’s gotten this all wrong. gluskin is aware of this as he stands in their doorway to their kitchen, the flowers still held in his hand in a death grip.
almost acutely attuned to the fear on john’s face, the way that his bride’s eyes remain fixated on the stranger’s knife, eddie reaches for the knife tucked in his belt with his free hand. with surprising quietness for a man of his size, gluskin stalks forward — the flowers fall to the floor as he reaches out, a large arm wrapping its way around the smaller man’s neck and yanking his scrawny frame backwards into his knife.
the blade sinks into flesh with ease. the man cries out in pained surprise — he struggles, but there’s nowhere for him to go. the groom’s rage is fixated, an all-consuming passion. the stranger’s blade falls to the floor alongside the bouquet. eddie withdraws his knife and slams it back in — there’s no art to this, not as his arm tightens against the burglar’s windpipe, not as he stabs him over and over again, blade sinking between his ribs with determined focus.
the man has long since gone slack when eddie is finally satisfied. the bloodlust is sated. the threat is gone. only then does eddie allow the body to fall to the floor, his bloodied knife clutched in his hand. for a moment, he stands there, chest heaving with every breath as he gazes down at the corpse. then, bloodied knife tucked back in its original location, eddie’s attention shifts.
john.
in a flash, eddie is standing in front of his wife. large, bloodied hands reach to cup his face, thumb brushing against soft skin. the gentleness is a startling contrast to the rage he’d just exhibited ; the concern on his face is nothing but genuine.
“ are you alright? did he hurt you? ”
groaning “fuck I’m gonna put a baby in you” as I’m pounding into you
redraw of an old sketch
i just think cumming inside and trying to press it deeper when you're already as deep as you can get is sooo fucking hot
young eddie indulgence
I've done nothing wrong. Except for all the atrocities. Besides that I'm innocent
@carnagewed
The bell above the door of the tailor shop chimed softly as James stepped inside, the comforting smell of aged wood and fabric enveloping him immediately. It was a small, pretty place, organized. Spools of thread and loose fabrics rested on the counters, various of colors to choose from. The muted light that filtered through the window casted a warm, soft glow but even in this cozy embrace, a chill shivered down his spine. Why? He wasn’t sure. The store was empty but he knew it was open due to the sign on the door.
A soft sigh leaves his lips as he walked slowly down the slightly aisles, his fingers brushing against the textured fabrics. Each touch seemed to provoke memories, each thread pulling at the fabric of his past. His mind flickered back to the warmth of Mary's laughter, how she used to help him pick shirts that suited him, teasing him about his sense of fashion or lack thereof. Now he was find his own “fashion” and “style”. As he searches for whatever he was seeking, he accidentally knocks over one of the racks. Immediate embarrassment hits him like a truck as he scurries down to his knees to began cleaning up the mess. How was he so clumsy? Muttering a few curses he tries to clean up as efficiently as possible.
“… I can’t believe I did this…”
the bell had indeed caught his attention, though eddie had not yet returned from the back of the store — his attention was instead finishing on placing the stitch into the white fabric he had been so fixated upon. a wedding dress, to be exact. there was no customer who had ordered this one, not this time. no, this particular project was one of his own — a vision that he needed out of his head and made into being.
still, when the crash resounded, he abandoned his task and made his way to the storefront instead. bright blue eyes immediately lock onto the mess of clothing on the ground, only to then shift focus towards the perpetrator.
eddie blinks.
any and all irritation fades away, replaced instead by a piqued interest. the tailor wastes no time in closing the distance between them with long strides, reaching down and standing the rack upright before crouching down alongside the stranger. “ it's fine, ” gluskin says, laughing softly. “ don't worry about it. ”
his hand reaches for one of the shirts, right at the same time as the customer does. eddie's fingers brush against his, and to anyone else, it would probably seem like a mere accident — in actuality, it's an intentional, calculated gesture.
“ was there anything in particular you were looking for before all of this happened? ”
right now, eddie is determined to keep this man in the shop for as long as he is able.
anyway, yeah, hi, who wants to let eddie knock up their muse? asking for science.
GROTESQUERIE 1.04
