#infamouscabal

[secondhandmckie]

@infamouscabal | (continued from x)

“I’m not going to throw you.” Horst replied in a gentle tone, keeping his arm firmly around Molly as he dragged her to the heavily insulated door. There were multiple signs warning them to keep out, that there was danger. But Horst didn’t need a sign to tell him what he already knew– the fine hairs on his arms were already standing on end from the static charge in the air. He wasn’t sure what a large amount of electricity would do to him. While Horst knew he would not die, he also knew that it would not be a pleasant experience. “What if I just sort of ease you past the door and set you down? My shoes have sensible rubber soles..”

"You can't go in there--" Molly knows that he's unlikely to listen. It's not to be contrarian; Horst was simply too good to do so. Too protective. Too gentlemanly, if there was such a thing. Just as he was unlikely to just toss her inside and close the door, he wasn’t likely to leave her on her own in this state.

One of these days, she’d get the hang of not endangering everyone else around her, too.

“Open door, push me, shut door.” She insisted, and if he didn’t listen, she’d just have to wriggle free and do it herself. Maybe. If he let her. He was just so blasted strong. Very hot at the best of times and very inconvenient at the moment.

#m; molly #;Horst #infamouscabal #v; the clockwork heart

[nightmarecountry]

"Ja, fine. Go ahead. Just let me work."

Cabal's voice held a note of irritation-- having a salivating nightmare at his shoulder while performing necessary pre-necromantic preperations was, to make a marked understatement, distracting. He frowned down at the cadaver upon the table, as if it might share his annoyance.

"It is not neccessary that it have sight for the purposes of this experiment."

There's a quiet breath of laughter from one of the nightmare's own eyes, like it's laughing at a joke no-one else has heard. Its voice is sticky-sweet. Flytraps, honey, and deep, spike-lined pits in dark woods come to mind. The presence of any dream, even a nightmare, is bound to make a man's imagination run a little wild--no matter how he might fight against it.

"How generous of you, Herr Cabal."

Slowly, with the air of someone preparing for a particularly decadent dessert, the Corinthian removes its glasses. It folds them, hooking one leg safely over the neckline of its shirt to keep them there, and closes in on the cadaver with near-rapturous anticipation.

"My first taste of the real thing was a cadaver, too," he says conversationally, slipping the blade into the socket to sever the little prize within. "It was a great ape, not a human. I hadn't learned yet that they're better before they die..."

A wet crunch. The sound of chewing. Whatever the Corinthian sees behind its eyelids, behind its teeth, it does not share these revelations with Cabal.

"... It can keep the other, for now. I'll take it after."

#ic. #infamouscabal #infamouscabal: johannes #v: the original #[ dont ask me ] #[ corinth: yippee! yay! ] #[ i almost made this the second corinth but this was tastier ] #eye horror tw

[suffcring]

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APOLOGIZING TO SERAS FOR BEING A LITTLE SHITHEAD YEARS AGO WAS ONE OF THE BEST THINGS I'VE EVER DONE. I love their kindness and unique sense of style, which carries so lovely like into their artistic endeavors. Their writing, of course, but also their soaps and other creative outlets which I am so blessed to continue to receive. A shower or bath is not really a shower or bath without a bar of Heart of Darkness, Necropolitan Aromatic, Black Orchid, Just Orange, Absinthe... fuck, any of them. I have a stash of four bars under my sink rn and I had one even when we weren't friends for a while. That's how fucking good those soaps are.

Seras is Horst and Johannes to me. Beyond that, they are also Lucy and Mina. I cannot re-read Dracula or consume any Dracula based content without thinking "this bitch is an angry lesbian in the future" or "my favorite little archivist <3" Seras isn't canon? No. Canon isn't good enough for Seras.

They're also just a very strong individual. They keep rolling with the hits, and it's incredibly inspiring. I dunno, I just think They're Neat.

#asoulofstars #infamouscabal #ooc

[asoulofstars]

Riona's relationship with the Cabal brothers is literally: Johannes: -exists- Riona: -deep sigh- Horst: -exists- Riona: This is what sunshine feels like.

#stardust (ooc) #infamouscabal #johannes exausts her and horst just makes her smile

[violeteyedkiller]

Laurelai knows how Stan feels about hugging, and so she doesn't. Instead, she smiles and bats her eyelashes.

"Care to dine together?"

Hug Stan! (You didn't fall into the trap) || Accepting

He was unaware of the would be threat of a hug, but of course he was still thrilled by the proposal.

"Of course, Laurelai. Did you have a particular place to go in mind?"

@infamouscabal

#infamouscabal #answered

[legacysam]

|| ngl if a woman ever asked me to dance around her bonfire in a stone circle at midnight, i'd probably drop to one knee and propose then and there #PlsDoNotWickerMeTimbers #ThirdWifesACharm <3

oh, you don't say?

-discreetly takes notes-

...does it have to be midnight? my stone circle is alluring and my bonfire is warm and seductive but I am keeping earlier hours now that I'm in my late 30s

#infamouscabal #<3

[formshaper]

dream, suddenly smelling a lot like ammonia and wormwood again: don't

#( ooc. ) #infamouscabal #[ CACKLING. ]

[loyalhorror]

"many kinds of creatures"

this is, coincidentally, also how seras' Lucy befriended Red--

#rat.exe #it's working. they ARE domesticating me. #legacysam #infamouscabal

[muserender]

Back bent against the driving snow, Cabal dragged a tarp-covered sledge through the darkness.

(was there a body on that sledge? what are you, a snitch?)

Only the light of his green-glass lantern lights the snowy road.

It's Time

There's something nearly otherworldly about seeing a figure hunched in the pelting snowfall. He--Nina could only assume this was a man, as likely only a man would be so foolish as to tempt fate and test his luck in this storm--seemed decidedly out of place. A black figure of death against the unending white.

Yes. Death. Not only was it increasingly impossible to escape, but it...it called to her. The form bundled on that sledge might as well have been whispering directly in her ear, content to battle the wind for her attention. If she was a smart woman--and Nina considered herself a least that--she would simply walk away. Leave the odd grim figure to his work, whatever that might be.

Unfortunately, her feet had other ideas.

"You'll catch your death, here." Nina called in Fjerdan, then again in Kerch. "Surely your business could wait out the blizzard?"

#;cabal #;nina #infamouscabal #tw; spoilers #I guess??? just in case???

[thefastestaround]

What if? || Accepting

‘What If’ your muse stumbled upon my muse (Cabal) in the process of reanimating a dead person 👀 {hello!} @infamouscabal

Pietro had stopped moving to kinda just...watch the process. He had known enough people who had died and came back to life to not be totally shocked. Even he had died a few times and he was still running around.

But it wasn't often that he actually saw it happen. Or someone was in the process of doing it. So he was actually a little curious as he ran over to the man.

He stopped just behind the ritual, a small gust of wind following as he tilted his head, "So. Should I ask if you knew the person or not?"

#infamouscabal #hi there back #v: tbd #i hope this is good

[secondhandmckie]

-bats me lashes- gimme a fb status about the goodest vampire

Social Media Meme

@infamouscabal

#m; molly #;horst #s; freckles and fangs #infamouscabal

[nightmarecountry]

With naught but a localized gust of wind as forewarning, Horst brought his considerable strength to bear with a Fist™ to the Nightmare's jaw.

Eye for an eye, bitch.

ignoring the fact that the narrator is reusing the same icon for the billionth time, the corinthian--second of its kind--is left to pick itself up from the dirt, frowning as it spits out a tooth. something about the gap it leaves in his gums feels familiar, unsettling--but the tooth is replaced nearly instantly, and the corinthian is left to wonder what the hell it did in its previous life to deserve this.

it's not like he can't guess, though. from what he understands, his predecessor only really had three kinds of interactions with other people: killing, fucking then killing, or ignoring them completely.

#ic. #v: the remake #infamouscabal #[ he's so tired. ] #[ i am wheezing about this ] #infamouscabal: horst

[suffcring]

Stuart slowly and carefully drove the large kitchen knife in a downwards motion, sawing through the unblemished flesh. Immediately, the rick scent of fresh pumpkin bloomed upon the warm air of Darcy's kitchen.

Krak-pop! With a careful maneuvering of the blade, the Skeleton pried the lid from the gourd-- trailing long strands of slimy orange pumpkin innards and seeds onto the newsprint-covered tabletop.

Setting the knife aside, Stuart turned his empty eye-sockets to his host, lower jaw dropping in an amicable skeleton grin.

'What next?' He signed, skeletal fingers clattering with each movement. This was fun!

Let it never be said that Cabal was not capable of being whimsical when the mood struck him; Darcy's Octobertine friend was proof enough of that. The skeleton only made appearances during the Halloween season, and for that time, Darcy was elated to have someone to do the cuter, more lighthearted seasonal offerings with, since Cabal often refused and Horst was relegated to evening proceedings.

She is sticky all the way up to her shoulders, hands scooping out the pumpkin guts, careful to keep the seeds. Darcy might he a nightmare at cooking, but she knows well enough to lay them out to dry, salt them, and stick them in the over for a snack.

"What kinda face are you thinking about putting on him? That's the next step."

Earlier, they had watched the Pottsfield episode of Over the Garden Wall, and the compulsion to carve pumpkins had struck as hard as any.

#infamouscabal #infamouscabal; Stuart the Skeleton #Darcy [ ASK ]

[asoulofstars]

Some say that Christmas is a time for ghosts. Zombies, on the other hand, are more of a New Year's nuisance-- as one such shambling corpse now made it's way slowly across the University grounds.

It was a crisp, snowy morning, and thankfully most of the student body had already vacated the campus for the winter break and therefore would not bear witness to the recent Dead shambling past the Dean's office. It did not move quickly, encumbered by a length of plastic tarpaulin wrapping it's upper body and inhibiting navigation.

It slipped on ice; landing with a crack upon the cobblestones and going still. A low groan, followed by the creaking of the tarpaulin as the thing struggled to regain it's feet.

{Merry Christmas at Miskatonic Thanks, Cabal}

Riona let out a loud, audible sigh as she watched the thing try to regain its footing. She was glad that she was in the same building as the man that she was sure was behind this.

She moved down the hall and pushed her glasses up her nose as she knocked on the door to his office.

"Dr. Cabal," she began, with another sigh, "are you able to explain why there is something lumbering about the grounds when only us workaholics are left on campus?"

She wasn't sure she actually wanted to know the details, but she knew that it was his fault.

#infamouscabal #v: human au

[worldsfinestknights]

"If I may be so bold as to inquire, Madam," Cabal approached this topic delicately, curiosity all but boiling in his blood. He bowed slightly; confidentially leaning towards the purple-petalled lady and speaking in a more secretive tone, lest he offend her.

"Do you perform photosynthesis, or are you mycoheterotrophic?"

{for Black Orchid}

She had been minding her own business, keeping an eye on things from afar. And then this man just came over and invaded her personal space and was asking her strange questions about her processes.

She was not prone to violence, but the question put her immediately on edge. Her sisters had already been murdered, and she knew that she and Suzy were still being hunted.

"Who are you?" she asked in response, not answering the question.

#infamouscabal #v: the powers of the green

[violeteyedkiller]

@infamouscabal​ asked:

"Do you know, this is the only time of year when people do not ask me, 'why are you dressed like that'" Laurelai greeted, still learning the nuances of small-talk.

(Social skills are particularly difficult to learn when everyone who sees you screams and runs away.)

"I am thinking maybe I should wear a costume, yes? To be, what is the word, in-con-spicuous!"

Was he surprised? Not at all. He could at least relate to that feeling.

   “Laurelai. I keep telling you, if you live here in this city you’ll at least get less of those stares.” 

He couldn’t promise that there wouldn’t be judgement on her choice of clothing (or more accurately, lack of it). But at least there wouldn’t be the layer of ‘oh it’s because you’re not a human.’

    “But... I don’t see why not. If you want to blend in a bit more a costume might help. Though I suppose for you, wearing anything could be considered a costume if it’s not something you usually wear. What sort of outfit were you thinking?” 

#infamouscabal #gif #answered