#infamouscabal

[byteing]

Here comes Lucy to kiss (1) Long John's forehead

in which malakh forgot all of our verse timelines so he’s winging one where Horst Turned silver during polorus-era and silver fled.

For a moment he is somewhere else in time, at a different table in a different house, with the same woman standing over him. Younger then, the way he was—is. Long John Silver hasn’t aged a day since she last knew him, though the beard and rough living make him look older than he would otherwise. Only Lucy has changed.

“What was that for?” He asks quietly. There probably isn’t an answer. She’s always been kinder to him than he deserved.

[suffcring]

"We were having a debate," Cabal clarified, and dropped the head into a hatbox with a meaty thunk!

Darcy's seen a lot of things transpire on the kitchen table of her apartment, and many more since Cabal's entrance into her life. Largely, she regards such passings with affection.

Afterall, she has made him hers, forcefully and against his will or otherwise, though no one can say for sure. Least of all Johannes, Darcy suspects.

But, for once, Darcy's face turns green, her irises growing larger and drowning out her pinprick pupils. Maybe, her beloved and handsome little sour freak of a man has finally crossed a line.

"Johannes..."

Audible strain in her voice, even to her own ears.

"Was that former president and eternal terror to the proletariat, Richard Nixon?"

Does she sound sweet and curious? She sure hopes she does. The last thing she needs is a bristling necromancer offended by her her own offense.

[asoulofstars]

@infamouscabal continued from x

"What do you need, Horst?"

She admittedly melted a little at his voice and gentleness. Sweet dove. She never felt quite elegant enough to be something like a dove.

[chitteringbeast]

"Mistletoe can be quite deadly, if you eat it." -Cabal @ Marnie (he is not normal. especially about holidays)

Marnie was halfway decent with plant info, a focus she had ever since she wanted a tea shop. Even when she was younger she might have thought about making it into a tea to give to her father. Then again, that was just one of many. She smiled, those solid green eyes lighting up. Cabal had unknowingly activated her trap card. "Yes! All parts of it too! Did you know you can use all parts of the passionfruit plant!?" She was even leaning in, almost all of those sharp teeth on display.

[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.

[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."

[1womanarmy]

Cabal had been sneaking back into camp when he sensed something. Had it been just paranoia, or had he heard something? He paused at the foot of the iron stairwell, his hand moving instinctively to the Webley at his side. The rucksack slung over his shoulder was no small burden; it would encumber him in a fight.

He did not relish the thought.

"And here I had thought we had become friends, Frau Carol." He said carefully, turning only his head so that he might hear and see her better in the gloom. "Have I given you some reason to think of me as a threat?"

Walking quietly was something Carol had picked up quite early in her marriage with Ed. It only improved when the world ended and it was a requirement when the dead were attracted to any and all sound. Of course she would follow him from Alexandria. Annoyed that she even had to, but she was willing to hear him out. "Why don't you tell me? What's in the bag, Cabal?" She hadn't moved her hand to her weapon just yet, but then she typically had something up her sleeve.

[formshaper]

good morning, for the kink/spicy meme, talk about Silver and Horst? I have no specific asks, or rather, I have multiple 👀 (pain during sex?what position is your muse's favorite? Why? how do they go about initiating sexy play? does your muse have any taboo kinks?what is your muse's favorite form of foreplay?) feel free to ignore any you don't wish to answer <3

GOD. I'VE MISSED THEM. ok let's see. good luck figuring out if i'm referring to alters or timeline shit here (the answer is both)

does your muse enjoy pain during sex?

HEAVILY contextual. he likes an ache more than a sting, being held down tight enough to hurt more than actively being hurt. long john in particular DOES like pain during sex (especially being slapped/spanked), but it's up for debate whether it's actually like... good for him to receive it or not, especially in later verses. again, very contextual. overall he's okay with horst giving him a little bit of pain (especially bites. oops), but with anyone else it would usually be a hard no.

what position is your muse's favorite? why?

with horst in particular it's missionary baby!! how else are they supposed to gaze lovingly into each other's eyes, and also carry semi-casual conversations until silver finally stops being able to string words together. he does, however, also REALLY like any position involving horst on his knees.

if i remember right (bearing in mind i barely remember 2018-2022 anymore) i think silver also doesn't usually like any position where he can't easily see his partner, but silver-who-is-not-silver in particular loves being able to trust horst enough to be completely fine with it. as long as horst is touching him he's all good.

how do they go about initiating sexy play?

oh that one's easy. literally all he has to do is vaguely imply that he's bored SDKFJNSDFJK--but also i think actually polorus era he is just FOREVER baiting horst into chasing him around until whoopsie-daisies wow how did we get into the bedroom? oh well when in rome :)

does your muse have any taboo kinks?

this is tumblr dot com, the website of no reading comprehension or critical thought. if your muse has taboo kinks it means you're personally not only into the same ones, but you also advocate for the non-kink equivalent of them. silver has never had a single non-pure thought in his life.

no but actually i don't really think he has any that i can think of (or that i would really consider "taboo"). at most there's maybe something to be said for the fact that sometimes he is mentally stuck in time and may regress/feel/behave as if he's younger (whether it's an alter or not), and that can bleed into the bedroom. but i don't think that's really a kink of his so much as just "a thing that happens, and he happens to enjoy being taken care of when it does [if he's not freaking the fuck out about it]".

also like, it's the 1700s so his knowledge of kinks is mostly limited to "shit he saw straight men get up to or talk about in the brothels his mother worked in".

what is your muse's favorite form of foreplay?

KISSING. but also just gentle caressing/being all wrapped up in one another. he MUST be touching horst with his entire body at all times actually.

[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?"

[worldsfinestknights]

Who's that undertaker-looking creep sprinting away from the city morgue and why is he running so fast?

(who are you, anyway, some kind of masked crusader?)

And more importantly-- is that a zombie following him?

{Cabal visits Gotham}

Batman is, unfortunately, more accustomed to strange sights than the average person. He lets out a long exhale as he swings down. He is able to use his ball and rope restraint on the zombie with ease, and he silently hopes that this isn't another Solomon Grundy situation.

The man that the zombie is following, however, is another matter. He has to use another grappling line to actually catch up to the thin, pale man. If he didn't know any better, he'd think that the man is also a zombie, but he can tell that this man has life in him.

"What are you doing?" he growls, cape stretching out behind him in an ominous, wing-like manner that makes him look even bigger than he actually is.

[byteing]

"I need to try to separate the good and evil, if I can." Horst @ Astarion

Astarion looks like he’s on the verge of rolling his eyes right out of his skull. There’s something of Ravengard in this one: the same lofty ideals of heroism and right and wrong and oh, I mustn’t hurt the undeserving and what about my damned soul? It makes his teeth ache.

The first true vampire he’s ever met that wasn’t Cazador and it turns out they can be good. It’s salt in a wound that’s been festering for hundreds of years.

“Separate the good and evil? Ugh, gods. We’re vampires, darling! We are what we are.” The curve of his smile is a cruel one as he leans in. Well, up. Horst is tall. “We might as well embrace it. But if skulking around feeling guilty for wanting to feed yourself makes you feel better, go ahead. I won’t be joining you. I have people to kill. Well… goblins, at the very least.”

[violeteyedkiller]

Lurking at one of the passage-crevice-tears that separated The City from the tranquil silence of her cemetery, Laurelai observed the hustle and bustle of holiday crowds.

To an outside observer, she might just appear to be another shadow at the mouth of an alleyway. A dark figure lurking. At her back; another reality where snow fell and hushed the landscape.

Violet eyes scanned the passersby. She seemed to be waiting.

Random Encounter || Always Accepting

The man, bundled up as he was prone to do this time of year (though he would much prefer to be out of his guise when weather was permitting) leans over her from behind.

"And what are we hunting for tonight?" He whispers over her shoulder.

@infamouscabal

[asoulofstars]

"Oh, ah, that reminds me, I have something I should tell you."

Horst eased back from Riona's eager embrace, his grasp upon her shoulder gentle, his smile soft, his eyes sad. In his younger days, when he enjoyed such activities as routine breathing and not combusting in sunlight, he had had these sorts of conversations, though for very different reasons.

It seemed unfair that such social awkwardness should follow a fellow beyond the grave.

"I will not be able to join you for lunch tomorrow, I'm afraid." He smiled apologetically, and withdrew his touch. "Or any lunch, sadly. I do not eat food anymore. I am a vampire, unfortunately-- not by choice, but that's the way the cookie crumbles sometimes."

Riona felt her chest clench with the way he pulled back, but then she was sucker punched with the revelation of Horst being a vampire.

Which. Shouldn't necessarily surprise her that vampires existed. The devil existed, after all.

She blinked at Horst and pushed her glasses up her nose. She decided that she would take a breath and put on her scientist brain instead of freaking out. Because, well, Horst had always been a gentleman. He was genuine and kind, and she enjoyed her time with him. Being a vampire was certainly not what she expected of him, but how much did that really change?

"So, I guess that means that you won't be helping me with the fact that I don't cook," she said. "What exactly does being a vampire entail? What does it mean for you?"

[chitteringbeast]

Cautiously, Lucy played the light of her electric torch across the low-lying greenery of the lake. Nothing moved at the water's edge, not even so much as a ripple. Still, the reports she had read of a mysterious aquatic creature in the area was cause for concern, and of course, an investigation.

Moving as quietly as one could in bog-boots and waders, she stepped closer to the water.

"Hello? Are you out there?" She asked, trying to be polite.

"I'm not a hunter or anything, no cause for alarm.." Another pass of her torch-- was that movement? "I'm from the Dee Society... I only have a few questions.." (gimme de croc boi)

Lark had no idea how he managed to get here. Trapped here for as long as he had been. Still, he made due. Most didn't seem to glance at a random crocodile and, despite his size, he was pretty decent at hiding when need be. Hence the swamp he was currently residing in. The stink and stank would usually drive most away. The decomposing detritus that slip slorped over shoes with a threat to drag down and get stuck ankle deep was a pretty damn good deterrent.

So when this small, pale little thing came close to the water's edge...it left him confused. Stark still, with only his eyes peering out of the water at her. Narrowed a bit in concern.

Clearly he knew something about his other form. The way she was talking. He dipped under the water, changing forms to that of his half form. He was large, obscenely so as he lifted his human half partially out of the water. He was still deeper in the water, not trusting. Lark never had a chance to visit other worlds or planes or universes or whatever this place liked to call other forms of reality...but he did know how some would treat someone like him.

His jaw tensed, "Don't know that. What do ya want?" Hs voice was gruff and deep, accented by a slow drawl that sounded distinctly Southern.

[secondhandmckie]

@infamouscabal || (continued from x)

Lucy’s fretful frown only deepened, pale hands wringing together as she tried to muster another argument on why Molly shouldn’t. It was Lucinda who broke the silence. “I’ll go with you.” She sat forward, allowing the light to fall upon her features. Her synthetic skin shone slightly in the low light, lending an uncanny quality to her glass eyes. With the faint sound of servos, she rose from her seat and crossed the floor to join Molly. “Now I really have to object–” Lucy looked at her cybernetic twin, completely distressed at the idea. “What if its still on fire down there? What if something collapses?” “And what if she’s right?” Lucinda interjected, crossing her arms. “I say we wait for Doc Banner to get back, and all four of us have a go. After all, we made that mess. We should clean it up.”

If the appearance of Lucy's twin is still of any surprise, Molly doesn't immediately show it. After everything she's seen and experienced thus far? This was more or less tame. Besides, having more allies were better than having less, wasn't that right? @infamouscabal

"I'm not entirely asking either one of you to come with me." Molly replied, glancing at Lucinda, then back to Lucy. "I just know I can't do it alone. I don't want to put either of you in danger but we're already there, right?"

"I don't know how much Banner can be relied upon. Or Cabal." She frowned a little to herself. They were two people she'd never thought she'd have to say that about. But with Banner off in the four winds and Cabal and his secrecy...maybe she was very well on her own with this.

[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.