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tiffray · 10 months
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thegeneticopera · 6 months
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"You, I've mistaken for destiny, but the truth is my legacy is not up to my genes.”
REPO! THE GENETIC OPERA (2008) dir. Darren Lynn Bousman
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genetic-emancipation · 8 months
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in honor of forcing my friends to watch repo! the genetic opera, here's my contribution to the fandom:
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the stupid ass face he makes in this gif reminded me of
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and as such.. this was born
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pls somebody else laugh at this bc it makes me cackle
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save me graverobber from repo,,,,
graverobber from repo,, save me,,,
graverobber repo pls,,
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Shitty Graverobber aesthetic: oh so you steal organs? well i’m about to steal your gender
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hoboclown · 6 months
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LADIES AND GENTLEMEN... THE GENETIC OPERA!
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Psst, you there! Are you a fan of Repo! the Genetic Opera? Or, perhaps, The Devil's Carnival? Are you looking for a place to be able to discuss these horrible wonderful films? A place to testify, or mark it up, or chase the morning, or steal/rob graves? Good news!
The Genetic Opera is an 18+ Discord server for fans of Repo! the Genetic Opera and both The Devil's Carnival films.
It is run by myself, @captainspaulding , and @otisbdriftwood - aka, @thegeneticopera (so you can expect a lot of behind the scenes talk)!
We have a verification system (all you need is your age and any sort of social media, which only the mods will see!), art channels, bots, movie-specific sections, and more.
Please remember this server is 18+ due to the nature of these films. Anyone underage will be kicked, so please just wait until you're old enough to buy a ticket! R!TGO and TDC both have very sensitive and dark subject matters, all of which are fine to be discussed here. There is no blacklist. If you are sensitive to these materials, or don't wish to discuss the darker aspects of the canon lore, this server is likely not a good fit for you.
All that said, we are happy to invite you to The Genetic Opera! Step up and testify via the link below!
> DISCORD INVITE <
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thedevilssacrament · 1 year
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Repo head cannons I have since I am having repo brain rot!!
So- I know the fandom is low key gone but I want to revive it so please repo fans interact with me I beg of you!
- Shilo really likes moths, I know she had a lot of butterfly specimens and I like the imagery of the pinned/trapped bugs and her being trapped in her room but because goth I think she’d really like moths and probably really likes the Luna moth or the Death Head moth
- Shilo would make ethical jewelry using bugs like vials with bugs she found in her room or like in the graveyard. I think she’d make some sick ass butterfly wing earrings and if Mag got to be closer to her, I think she would make Mag a pair of butterfly earrings :)
- Amber Sweet has a huge gay fan base that’s it I don’t know what else to tell you but I’m gay and I’m obsessed with her. She may be addicted to the knife BUT I AM ADDICTED TO HER!!!
- Amber as head of genco would definitely like… actually help the community and become kind of an anti hero like she’d not be a hero or the good guy but definitely would not continue repositions because that’s fucked up and I don’t think she wants to become her father
- Graverobber is actual rich and has supportive parents- he just wants to be dark and brooding because theater kid so he just is three raccoons in a trench coat and gothic face makeup. No reason I think it’s just funny :)
- Luigi cries in the shower and that’s the only reason he showers
- Pavi would have an onlyfans account… that’s it idk but tell me he wouldn’t! He’s so obsessed with himself I think he’d make a second account to follow the first account-
- Nathan probably has known the Genco kids since they were little, probably 14-17 years olds and probably has been to so many Genco Christmas parties. Probably has to get a gift every year and panics about it but they just give him a comically large check.
- Shilo would definitely have snuck out to go to a genetic opera to see Mag perform me thinks idk she just would
- Shilo runs a Mag stan account!!!
-Mag is in love with Marni and has always had an unrequited love which is why she sings still, because Marni can’t anymore and it’s the only time she feels connected to Marni, until she sees Shilo
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bug3atencorps3 · 1 year
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CAN PLEASE REPO! THE GENETIC OPERA FANS INTERACT? IM SO ADDICTED ATM AND NEED SOMEONE TO TALK TO ABOUT THE MOVIE!!!
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rosetintednightmares · 6 months
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A trustworthy and upstanding citizen
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animefans-stuff · 2 years
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Graverobber w/ an s/o that collects things.
Warnings; Ooc graverobber ? Grammar mistakes and that's all I think.
Pairings; Graverobber x reader
Please enjoy.
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I feel like when he's not selling zydrate, dealing with Amber, running for his life from GeneCo or befriending your local group of racoons, possums and rats.
He's collecting things.
Not exactly shiny things but random things like; a cool rock on the road, or a broken zydrate container that looked neat.
So when he finds out you do the same.
Graves is happy, that someone else shares his passion and will gladly help you look for things.
Almost everyday when he's done selling zydrate.
Graves will drag you to dumpsters he's stayed at- trying to explain that there should be good stuff in here.
Your face lit up like christmas tree when you found four pieces of pretty stained glass.
Graverobber smiled weakly and wrapped the glass pieces in a piece of newspaper before placing them into his bag, keeping it safe. Until you two return ' home '.
He'll steal any personal items he finds on the corpses, it's not like they need it anyway!
He'll bring you to visit Shilo.
Which leads to you two showing each other things you've found.
Shilo enjoyed your company so much to where your visiting almost every week.
He most likely has stolen things from his clients.
Graves has and will listen to you explain each thing you've collected and how you found it.
Will fight anyone who calls your hobby weird.
Finds it fun whenever the two of you create rings or jewelery out of the stuff you have.
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zydrateenthusiast · 1 month
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Liked Repo! The Genetic Opera but don’t know what to watch next? Try Ultraviolet
I just finished watching Ultraviolet and oh my god.
It’s similar to Repo in its themes of Medical manipulation or society, religion, and it’s set and costumes have a similar vibe.
Same early 21st century emo filter and bad special effects (green screening sucks) but that really just adds to it’s charm.
It doesn’t have singing, unfortunately.
If you have the time, give it a watch! I highly recommend it to any fans of R!tgo
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thegeneticopera · 8 months
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“Goth opera, blood saga, sometimes i wonder how we ever got here.”
GRAVEROBBER in REPO! THE GENETIC OPERA dir. Darren Lynn Bousmann
for @beastaboveman
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sideshowreject · 6 months
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goat (gramber of all time)
based on this image (below). and inspired by tgo server
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foxpawwritten · 1 year
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Zydrate Anatomy Exchange
A little Graverobber x OC based on the lyrics to zydrate anatomy. Smut warning, this is just smut that’s all it is. You have been warned. Eventually I’ll post this to Ao3 as well.
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Graverobber traces a finger across my jaw, tilting my chin up. His features are barely illuminated by what little light filters through the alley from the streetlight at the corner.
His voice is low and gravely, “Drug market, sub market. Sometimes I wonder why I ever got in.” I’ve known Graves long enough to know he isn’t expecting me to respond. In fact if I did respond at all he wouldn’t hesitate to take the hand that is delicately touching my cheek and wrap it around my neck, squeezing until I was gasping. Just like zydrate, Graves makes the pain pleasurable and he enjoys doing so.
I silently watch him as he turns my face gently to the side, studying the curve of my neck as he mutters to himself. “Blood market,” his tongue is warm on my neck as he quickly glides it from my collar bone to my ear. His voice is rumbly and low as he whispers into my ear, “love market.”
Hi grip on my cheek and chin tightens suddenly, “Sometimes I wonder why I ever got in.” He drops my face suddenly and I stumble slightly as he turns away from me. “Sometimes I wonder why they need me at all.”
Just as quickly as the frustration came on to him it disappears again and he is all charm again. He pulls a glowing blue vial from one of the many pockets on his coat, “Zydrate comes in a little glass vial.” He pulls me in close, gripping the small of my back. He slowly traces the cold vial against my collar bone, leaving goose flesh on my skin. He ghosts his lips across my cheek and neck, his breath hot and damp on my skin.
He drops the hand from the small of my back, reaching into another hidden and pulling out a syringe gun, “And the little glass vial goes into the gun like a battery.” I shiver as he softly drags the needle down my neck and in between my breasts. “And the zydrate gun goes somewhere against your anatomy.” He closes the space between us, hovering over me without actually touching me. The urge to just try and melt into him, begging him to touch me is overwhelming but that would just earn a punishment.
My patience is rewarded when he dips down to his knees and roughly pulls my leg over his shoulder. He pushes my skirt aside, exposing my bare thigh to him. He grips hard, his knuckles turning white. He rests the tip of the needle as high up my thigh as he can, he pushes it in enough for a dark drop of blood to slowly begin to drip down my thigh. He pulls the trigger without warning. “And when the gun goes off, it sparks are you’re ready.” His face is pushed into my chest as I convulse forward when the zydrate hits my system.
All thoughts disappear in the calming wave of zydrate. I run my hands through his hair, keeping him pushed against me. I wrap my fingers in the tangles and pull a bit. My voice is barely a rasp, “Graverobber, Graverobber” I swallow before continuing again, “Sometimes I wonder why I even bother.” A lie. Deep down I know why. Graves slips gently from my grasp, ducking down so his face is level with my thigh. He licks the ruby blood that has been slowly dripping down my leg and stops when he gets to the injection point. Kissing the spot, he looks up at me. When he knows he has my full attention he bites down. Any pain from the pressure instantly turns into sparks of pleasure. “Graverobber sometimes I wonder why I need you at all.”
He smirks against my leg, his breath sending shivers through my body. “You need a little help with the agony.” I close my eyes as he slowly traces a finger up my leg. “And a little help comes in a little glass vial in a gun pressed against your anatomy.” His fingers tease across my skin as he speaks. “And when the gun goes off you’re ready for me.” He slips his fingers under the edge of my underwear, wasting no time to start teasing soft circles around my clit.
His fingers are rough from his work but his touch is unbelievably tender as he deftly slips a finger inside of me and then another, curling his fingers. My eyes roll back as my hips buck against his hand. I try and press myself further into his touch but the grip he has on my waist keeps me firmly in place. Looking down I see his smug smile and manage to gasp out, “Graverobber, sometimes I wonder why I need you at all.” Graves easily sees through the lie, rubbing his thumb over my clit and massaging a circle into the bud as I bite down on my lip to keep from moaning.
Once he is satisfied that I am enjoying myself he quickly pulls his fingers from me. I frown from the sudden loss of pleasure. Before I can complain he grabs my ass and pushes me onto his face. I gasp and let out a moan as his tongue flicks over my clit. He gently laps at me with a steady pace as I try to grind into his face. My hands gripping his shoulders to brace myself, nails digging deep into his coat. He pulls back, his grip on my waist tightening so I can’t follow him. A punishment for not being able to control myself.
“It takes you there.” He mutters, dipping his head down close to my knee and places his lips on the skin. “It’s pure.” His teeth scrape against my skin as he slowly climbs up my leg. “It’s rare.” He growls, his nails dig into my thigh leaving scratch marks in their wake. “It takes you there.” He thrusts his face inbetween my thighs, giving me a single lick before saying. “I take you there.”
Graverobber bites and nips at me, scattering licks and kisses across the marks on my skin to ease the pain. He bites my hip hard and pleasure shoots through me in waves. Graves stands up quickly crashing his lips against my own. He pushes me back until I stumble and he catches me around the waist easing me to the ground until I can feel the wet concrete beneath my back. He doesn’t stop kissing me, his tongue dominating my own. When he pulls back I try to follow but he is quick to grab around my neck and push me back into the cold ground. I squirm under his grip while his other hand works to get his pants undone. Once free he rolls his hips into mine and I lift my legs around his waist. He doesn’t wait to enter me with one assertive push, staring down at me as I arch my back in pleasure and cry out underneath him. When I finally become still he releases his grip from around my neck.
“Good girl.” He says lowly, brushing the fingers that were gripping my neck in featherlight touches down my breasts, teasing a nipple between his thumb and forefinger before lifting them to brush a strand of hair behind my ear. He tangles his hand in the hair near my scalp and pulls back, making me cry out again.
Between the sensation of him inside of me and the zydrate heightening every feeling of pleasure I gasp as I climax. Shuddering into his touch and raking my nails under his shirt across his back. The pleasure is intense as every muscle in my body tightens before relaxing in the release. Graverobber grins darkly down at me giving me only a moment to try and recover, his plans for me are far from over. He dips his head down to me on the concrete and slowly licks my collar bone, his tongue pressed flat as he slowly drags it up my neck and stops at my lips. Kissing me roughly he guides me into standing back up, turning me around and then pushing me roughly against the wall. His hands cage my body underneath his and I can feel his breath hot and rapid against the back of my neck. He hovers his lips above my skin and as I turn to look back at him he kisses me again. It’s just the softest brush of his lips against mine before he spinning me around again to face him and shoving me down onto my knees.
He waits patiently for me, staring down expectantly until I take him softly into my mouth. I try to go agonizingly slow to tease him but a quick thrust of his hips cause me to gag. I instinctively try to pull back but he has gripped the back of my head keeping his cock deep in my throat until I can adjust to him. Graverobber at least has the decency to stay still until I relax my throat to start moving again. He starts slowly this time but quickly finds a rhythm he likes. I stare doe eyed up at him as he releases the grip on the back of my head, cupping his fingers behind the back of ear and along my jaw. It doesn’t take him long to let out a groan, rolling his head back and closing his eyes as he enjoys it. His touch becomes less demanding on my jaw as he gives me more control.
Slowly, carefully so I don’t startle him. I let myself begin to touch him. I trace the outline of his hips, following the downward v before dipping my fingers under the edge of his shirt and gently scratching up his sides. He doesn’t pull away from my touch but instead leans into it slightly. Emboldened, I add a little bit more force behind my touch and bring my hands back down so I can fondle him as I work my mouth around him. After a time Graves drags me up off my knees and to my feet again. He kisses me, backing us into the wall until my back is pressing into the brick. He presses his body flush against mine and his lips brush against the top of my forehead. I try and stay as still as I can while he dips low enough to bite my earlobe. I tilt my head to give him better access to my neck. He brushes his lips across my skin settling on my shoulder before biting down hard enough to leave a dark mark. As he does he thrusts back into me and I cry out in bliss. Every thrust inside of me is faster as I wrap a leg around his waist and throw my arms around his neck. His hands grasp up and down my body, pinching and playing with my nipples and leaving scratch marks along my thighs and hips. His pace quickens as he shoves himself as deep as he can within me, staying there and capturing my cry of pleasure with his lips as we both climax. We stay entangled like that for a moment, kissing as we ride out our highs. Eventually his touch softens and becomes teasing as he moves so he can slip a hand between my thighs and begin again.
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