#cullweak

[blesscdbliss]

“I’ve got you”

Send “I’ve got you” to help my muse wash off blood from their body // Accepting

She wasn’t even sure where all the blood was coming from. 

One eye swollen shut, the other purple and bruised, she was certainly a sight to behold. Somehow managing to hold onto all of her teeth, the rest of her body hadn’t been so lucky. Cracked ribs and cut flesh had been more than happy to make their discomfort known, blood seeping slowly into her white dress. 

Jacob had found her clinging to life, and now she was here, unsure whether she was still living, or in Heaven. 

It couldn’t be heaven. Jacob was here, and he wasn’t dead yet. 

And she could still feel.

Oh, did she feel. 

Pain and anguish and fury. 

A fury that was more fitting in the bodies of her brothers than hers. 

She who preached of love now felt just what had been carved into her attacker's flesh. 

Wrath.

“Jacob,” she started, “Please train me. I want to be better. I need to be better. We can’t let him keep attacking our family.”

[finalvlog-a]

@cullweak​ // [ continued from THIS ] NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE .     [ disagree ] your muse sternly telling mine  ‘ no ‘ .          @finalvlog

“No?” That music box in his hands could be the source of the reaction from Alex. Poor thing’s been through a lot with John hasn’t he? Complying more and more but never to Jacob. Perhaps he doesn’t scare Alex, perhaps that’s a good thing but then again Jacob Seed surrounds himself with monsters. “What do you mean, ‘no’?”

His jaw flexes, teeth snapping against one another on the single word. The single act of defiance as he stares at Jacob Seed –– stares him in the eyes. “I mean what I said. No. No more.” He flexes his fingers, curls them into the extra fabric of his jeans. They’re looser than they had been when they first arrived in Hope County.

“You play that but it doesn’t change me. Not entirely. I won’t ever change for you or that vintage bullshit song.”

[firstsxldier-blog]

aella had heard about the “project at eden’s gate” recently, and as always, her fascination with cults got the better of her. so she followed the vague instructions of the  ( quite obviously unhappy )  locals and rode most of the way on her horse, rage. so as not to startle any cultists with her visibly odd mount, she dismissed the horse with a snap of her fingers and walked the rest of the way.

a white-painted church came into sight and lots of cars parked in front of it. a man was walking away from the cars and towards the church, but since he was the only one in sight, aella decided to approach him.   ❝ hello ? ❞   sometimes her young and innocent looking vessel did come in handy. looking like a young girl curious about a church she’d heard about, instead of god’s very first warrior, might be quite convenient.

@cullweak witnessed the coming of the second horseman