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#The Cave
goryhorroor · 19 hours
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horror sub-genres: aquatic
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zackisontumblr · 1 year
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reblog if you’ve been on tumblr since before Plato’s allegory of the cave
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lulublack90 · 2 months
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Prompt 1 - Rugby
@jegulus-microfic March 1 Word count 999
This is a continuation from last month.
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James took his hand, and they entered the cave. It was black as pitch in there. The light from outside barely illuminated the entrance. They carried on towards the back of the cave with their wands lit.
“There’s a safe house in Rugby set up for us to go to once we have whatever’s in there,” James said as he inspected the cave wall. 
“It’s just a cave.” Regulus peered around the gloom, looking for any sign that there was more, only half listening to James’s words. 
“It’s not. Can’t you feel that?” James had lifted his hand to the back wall. “There’s dark magic here.” Regulus moved closer and pressed his hand next to James’s on the icy cold stone. 
It was too cold. Colder than it should have been. He closed his eyes and felt the dark magic marbling through the cave wall. 
“You’re right,” He took out a small dagger and sliced a long, thin line down his palm.
“What are you doing!” James watched, horrified. 
“It’s blood magic. You need to give blood to open the secret passage.” 
As soon as the blood touched the wall, a cracking groaning echoed around the cave as a secret passage opened before them. 
James grabbed Regulus’s hand and performed a simple healing spell to erase the cut. 
Before them lay a huge Cavan, so tall their wand light was lost.
They stopped before a vast lake that covered most of the cave floor. 
“Nox,” Regulus whispered, extinguishing the light at the end of his wand before casting another spell that shot a glowing orb of light into the darkness above them. It lit more than their wands had. 
They could now see an island in the middle of the lake. “Kreacher said there’s a boat somewhere along here.” He walked along the edge of the water until James yelled.
“There’s something here!” They grabbed ahold of the invisible chain and pulled. It was just as icy cold as the cave wall had been. Regulus tapped it with his wand, and the thick chain appeared before them, attached to a tiny boat. 
They carefully got into it and waited. Nothing happened. Regulus tapped it and tried a few spells, but nothing. 
“I think it’s because there are two of us.” They were cramped in the boat it was clearly made for one. 
James pulled something out from under his robes and swung it around himself, disappearing. The boat started moving. James’s invisibility cloak had hidden enough of his magical power to trick the boat into magically escorting them across the mirror-still water. James tried to see the bottom, but Regulus pulled him back. 
“Kreacher said to be wary of the water.” 
The boat bumped gently against the island, and they clambered out. 
They climbed up the steep slope to the top, where a basin stood filled with a glowing green potion. Sitting at the bottom was a locket. 
“Kreacher said I need to drink it.” He walked forward, took a small goblet out of his pocket and scooped some of the potion into it. James grasped his wrist before he could take the first sip. “James, I have to. It’s the only way to get the locket out.” 
“No, Reg, there has to be another way. We don’t even know what it is, what it does.”
“We do know what it does. It causes pain. James, I must drink it all. Even if I beg you, I can’t. You have to make me.” James looked deeply into Regulus’s eyes, his jaw quivering. His hand tightened momentarily on Regulus’s wrist before he let go and nodded. 
Regulus took a sip. It was icy fire coursing through his body. It was as if someone had hit him with the cruciatus curse. He yelped but drained the goblet and refilled it. 
Again and again, he drank. He was starting to see things in the shadows. His mother and father loomed over him. Sirius on the night he left Grimmauld Place. A fake James telling him he hated him. If James hadn’t been stroking his back, he’d probably have fallen for the fake James’s words and broken down. 
He dropped to his knees, unable to stand any longer. James took the goblet from his hands and refilled it. Regulus drank and drank and drank, and just when he thought if he drank another drop, he’d break from the pain, it was over. 
“Reg—Reg, you did it. We have the locket.” James exclaimed.
“I’m so thirsty, James.” Regulus croaked. 
“You can have all the water you want as soon as we get out of here. You just need to wait a little longer.” James said soothingly as he transfigured an old necklace of his mothers into a copy of the locket they had just taken. 
He was putting it in the basin and watching the green potion refill when he realised Regulus was no longer at his feet. “REG NO!!!!” 
Regulus dipped his hand into the lake, and the water erupted with movement as though it was boiling. 
Inferi crawled to the surface, grabbing at Regulus. James rushed forward and dragged him away from the water’s edge. The Inferi kept coming. James panicked and threw the invisibility cloak over them. The Inferi paused, unable to tell where they had gone. James shuffled them into the tiny boat and waited for it to move. But it didn’t. It didn’t know anyone in it. James made a decision. He put the locket into Regulus’s robes and removed himself from the cloak.
The Inferi surged forward again, grabbing at the boat and rocking it. 
“Incendio—Incendio—Incendio!” James cast repeatedly. It kept them away for seconds before the hands crawled back along the boat’s sides. 
The boat crashed into the side of the bank, throwing James into the damp sand. He scrambled to his feet as the hands scratched at his ankles. He grabbed hold of Regulus and fled the cave, leaving the inhabitants far behind.       
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marauderstars · 9 months
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If you think about Regulus Black every time you see the ocean clap your hands.
All the queers: 👏🏼 👏🏼
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msaswapblog · 4 months
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my-star-and-sun · 11 days
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April 7th - regret
@jegulus-microfic word count: 535
It was cold and wet inside the cave. Regulus had been in there for maybe 2 minutes and he was shaking. It was the type of coldness that creeps through your clothes, through your skin and onto your bones, makes you feel like you’ll never be warm again.
He felt afraid. He would never admit that but he’s never been scared more than in this moment. Showing James the mark was top on that list before, for good reaseon, but this is so much worse.
Somewhere deep Regulus knew he was going to die that day. That this impossible task was in fact impossible. How stupid he was thinking that he could take on this quest alone. Fighting a war against the greatest wizard of all time on his own while the world outside did not manage to win over years.
He had discovered the dark lords’ secret, yes but to destroy it he was the other thing. The thing that would mean his death in the next few minutes.
Regulus left Kreatcher outside. Didn’t want him to see any of this, to give him the opportunity to stop him.
When he finally reached the middle of the cave and saw the basin he intuitively knew what to do. It looked fairly easy, too easy. The first sip was okay, the second a little uncomfortable, the third was the charm.
Agony, that would be the best way to describe it. The worst pain he ever felt. Worse than his mothers curses, than the way Sirius treated him for the most of their life. Even worse than the look on James face when he showed him his arm.
How he emptied the potion he didn’t know. Somewhere in him there was still a spark of strengh and hope that got him through.
The rest was easy. Replace the locket, recharm the basin and get the fuck out of there.
Regulus looked back on the little island as something felt wrong in the boat. The water became unsettled. Like a storm was coming up but since he was in a cave it didn’t come from wind more from the water itself. The boat began shaking. The situation escalated too quickly, Regulus just reached for his wand when the boat turned sideways and he was thrown into the water.
All hell broke loose as there were suddenly hands all over his body, dragging him down deeper and deeper. He couldn’t breathe, fought with all his strengh but he couldn’t get up, too weakened from the poison he drank before.
All there was was pain, until suddenly there wasn’t anymore. He was already falling unconscious when he thought he saw a light. Not knowing if he finally reached his end or if it was real.
His last thought went to James. His sun. The boy that lit his entire dark life. Who spent him warmth and comfort whenever he needed it. The boy he disappointed so badly.
His one regret.
Regulus regretted not having fought for James love. He regretted never telling him about this. He regretted having made James cry.
“I’m sorry my love”, he thought, “I love you with everything I had.”
After that everything went dark.
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quotessentially · 1 month
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From José Saramago’s The Cave
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klarolinexluv · 4 months
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Regulus, high on the death potion: Did you ever really love me?
James, a hallucination: Of course not. Who would ever love you?
@prompts-in-a-barrel
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splendidgeryon · 2 months
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"The Cave", Philip Gladstone, 2019; charcoal, watercolor, colored pencil and mixed-media, 16-1/2 by 11 inches (Sold, private collection)
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oldshowbiz · 8 months
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Vancouver nightclubs shut down for their many "plying prosties and scattered brawling."
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Ya know all these fae are starting to get on my nerves.
I don't pay any taxes good sir, stop trying to make me pay fake ones
I'm already having a hard enough time avoiding the wizard councils I don't need to be avoiding you too.
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hbsickle · 6 months
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Lionheart.
suffer :)
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apesoformythoughts · 1 year
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ponku-po · 1 year
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Cave Marellegory - ja0822ck
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marril96 · 5 months
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The Cave (2005)
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captaincolossal · 1 month
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Ugh, fine, I guess I can be finished watching early 1930s cinema for now. I mean, usually, I'm happy enough to move on after a theme week, and with the research I do and the way I organize my spreadsheet, I usually have a few extra films that either get added to the appropriate list, or folded in to the queue (the list of films to go...on the...list. It makes sense to me), so we'll circle back again, I'm sure.
But as I said, I'm not usually like "theme week over :(" about it. Also, previously have not extended the theme week, so. Anyway, I waffled about going back to random picks or easing back into modern films, but you know what? Let's rip off the bandaid with something dumb. Fuck it.
The Cave (2005)
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"Why the hell would they build a church out here?" Sir, this is Romania, I can think of at least two Eastern/Russian Orthodox jokes that would answer that question.
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