#cai babbles

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a small collection of horror short films i like. some have a bigger budget and better effects, some are shot by beginner filmmakers and are barely viewed. all have their merits.

wild - a dutch family vacations in the countryside. an unsettling look at abusive patriarchal figures, and how consumption can be cannibalism.

dead ringer - a woman hears a knocking sound after the death of her twin sister. a first time short about identity, mourning and a haunting that is self made.

curve - a woman clings to a curved surface above an abyss. an open ended allegory about survival, depression and an abyss that wants you to fall.

late at night - a short film inspired by the low budgets of the 70 & 80s. victim & killer intertwine, cycles repeat.

the changing room - a closed off changing room. what could go wrong? wonderful special effects that impart the horror and dread of being trapped in an endless space.  

spare body - a teenager searches for some money in his parents’ room but encounters a wardrobe that has a body in it. a self directed and starring short about the horror of the self and doubles.  

#cai babbles #feel free to spread this but i'm mostly putting this here to remember them #also once again ghost thanks for shooting curve my way it's opened my eyes to horror shorts on yt lmao #also seeing these make me want to make my own shorts

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Hello there! I'm not sure if you take yandere requests but I'm assuming that you are

Can i request a short fic yandere Cater Diamond x gn! Reader? Just.. Uh, horror-ish maybe? The reader knows about Cater's weirdly obsessive tendencies and is trying to subtly avoid him

“Did you sleep well? Don’t lie to me, I watched you.”

They Wouldn't Believe You

Yandere!Cater x NonReciprocating!Reader Horror

Trigger warnings: Stalking, violence, blood, isolation, mentions of sexual behaviour, Cater is a whole ahh trigger warning in this fic ngl

Word count: 2.8k+

This is my first time doing requests so I'll be looking forward to any criticisms you have!! It was really fun writing this and I really got into the mood by the end but I was too scared of making this too long for a short fic. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this story!! <3

He walked behind you and while you didn't look at him, you knew he was looking at you, dissecting you with his chemically green eyes.

Static buzzed in your ears. You wanted to look back, just to confirm whether you were right. You knew you were, but you almost didn't want to believe it. He was someone you had loved. Someone you had trusted. Now he had become but a shell of who he was to you before, ailed with twisted obsession for you– which only the Great Sevens knew how he developed.

You tried resisting the urge to look him in the eyes, but giving that primal response to your fear was much stronger than what your brain could logically think out. You looked back, knowing it would fuel his fire more. 

Sick green eyes looked back at you, like beautiful emeralds tainted with blot. His lips were curled up in a disturbing smile, pearly whites perfectly ready to tear through your flesh if he was met with rejection again. His eyes looked at you but they weren't exactly focused, like the gaze of a delusional man. 

A soft blush creeped up on his cheeks.

"Hey, (Name)! Been a while since we last spoke. Cay-cay missed you~!"

At first, you were quite fond of the redhead. Cater seemed like the fun, carefree upperclassman. A far cry from someone as rigid and strict as Riddle. You just thought he was so cool. He had tons of Magicam followers, he was in a band as the guitarist. He was also so sweet to you. He always treated you to lunch and he even helped you buy your first phone. 

Later you realised that how nice he was could be better defined by the word 'eerie', rather than 'welcoming'.

You'd often catch him staring at you, but he didn't look away when you caught him. Rather, the man approached you in such a friendly manner, you'd feel compelled to think that you were the one who saw wrong. You'd often feel guilty that you were taking a well meaning upperclassman in such a bad light.

On a random day, you and your group were hanging out just as usual. You watched as Ace and Deuce bantered about something stupid, like who would paint the roses. Ace exclaimed, drawing out the other boy's name, "Deuceeeee! I painted the rose just yesterday! How can you do this to me?"

Before Ace could babble on further, the jade eyed man slapped his palms on the ginger's face, "Ace! Don't lie! How could've you painted the roses yesterday when I myself painted them?"

Ace shoved Deuce's hand away from his face and retorted back, clutching onto his chest as if he was accused of a grave crime he didn't do in front of a judge, "Dude, I was doing the eastern side of the maze! I swear to the Great Sevens!"

"Ohh. I was doing the western side." 

"Then, it's neither of our duties today, you idiot! Did you leave your brain back in your room?" 

"Wait, but Mr. Diamond said that it's our duty today?"

"No, it's not! He lied to you, you dumbass. Gosh, deduction is not your greatest forte. Is it, buddy?"

"Are ya picking a fight about this?!"

You laughed softly as you them argue and sometimes even hit each other. Before Ace could open his mouth to spew some more of his nonsense, they both seemed to go quiet together. You and Grim looked at each other and then at them, they were also uncomfortably looking at each other and then at you. 

You wondered if they wanted to say something to you, but before you could get any word out, Grim beat you to it, "Why are you two looking at my henchman like that?" He asked curiously, looking at you, trying to see if there's anything wrong with you. "They seem fine to me."

"It's uh- it's nothing really," the orange eyed boy stammered.

Deuce followed up, agreeing with Ace "Yeah, we have nothing suspicious to say about Mr. Diamond at all." 

"Dude!"

"Oh- Um… uhh…"

That day you found out that Cater liked you. It wasn't mutual, at all. You thought of him as a friend and a close one at that. But, you weren't offended by him liking you at all. Rather, you felt the need to make things clear between you two so that you could continue on with your friendship. 

So you decided to call him to the main street and resolve the issue together. 

 The autumn leaves cracked under your feet as you walked down the main street on campus. You waited patiently for the young man, fingers nervously drumming against the side of your outer thighs. You were tired from the day, but the thought of Cater liking you ran like marathons in your head. You walked in circles without realising, tensed with how to approach the issue as politely as possible.

'He could do way better than me with how popular he is. Is he insane?'

Sweat ran down your forehead. You wiped it off with a sigh. Your heart beat painfully against your ribs. You trusted him, you truly did. You didn't doubt him even once in the half an year you two had been friends. Maybe it was precisely because he was an expert at keeping such troubling emotions to himself and only put up the most acceptable version of himself is why you trusted him so much?

You stopped in your tracks when you heard an airy voice behind you, cheerfully calling out to you.

"(Name)!"

You turned to look at him. (E/C) eyes bored into his green ones. He looked like a mess, a hard day from his head resting against the desk from when he had been sleeping in class. You laughed as you saw him run up to you, heaving loudly. 

"Hey Cater," you greeted him softly, reaching up to rake your fingers through his hair to set it in place, "Your hair looks a mess." 

"Aha! Looks like I'm getting advice from the best hair stylist in town!" he closed his eyes as he felt your soft fingers touch his scalp. His face looked content and peaceful whenever you touched him. You couldn't believe all this time it was because he liked you. 

After you were done, you moved back, thumb holding your chin. Your face feigned the focus of an artist precisely scrutinising their art for any imperfections. Honestly, Cater was beautiful enough to be a piece of art. You knew he had a low self esteem, and it saddened you. You knew you shouldn't say anything misleading, but you couldn't help yourself, "You look beautiful, Cater." 

He fluttered his eyes open, the smile dissolving from his face. For a few seconds, he looked at you with an unreadable expression on his face. A gentle smile spread on his lips, reaching his eyes as the forest-like hues looked back at you with admiration. He cooed, "Thanks, (Name). Appreciate the sentiment."

You both spent some time just looking at each other, smiling stupidly in the simplistic joy of such a trivial moment of your day. You wanted to forget about what Ace and Deuce had told you, the thoughts still tugged at the back of your heart painfully. You wanted to say something but you contemplated your cards in a hassle, thinking it might ruin everything you both had. The sweet friendship you cherished so much.

Before you could speak, he asked himself, "So? What did you call me here for?"

'Ah. Yeah. I need to say something,' you thought. You hesitated, the words stuck in your throat. You looked down at the ground, opening and closing your mouth like a beached fish, not knowing what to say. A hand rested itself on your shoulder. That caught your attention as you looked up at the redhead. He was still smiling yet something felt… sickening about his eyes. It was a sentiment you could never utter to him. 

He looked down at you and his eyes held a sort of harrowing glint you'd seen before in him. It seemed as though his gaze was piercing into your soul. For the first time, his eyes seemed less like the calming forest and more like burning chemicals. 

"They told you, didn't they?" he posed a simple question, voice light with his signature lul. His grip on your shoulder tightened.

You bit your lips. You didn't want to rat your friends out and possibly get them in trouble. You had never felt this way… this scared because of Cater. Even though he still sounded sweet. Oh so sweet. But you could see how his other hand was clenched tightly, you could see his jaw flexing against the side of his face. He was angry. You thought that maybe he ought to be, being told on by underclassmen, but only if he was anyone else but the man you trusted. 

Your dearest upperclassman. Someone you considered one of your best friends

"Y-yeah.." you muttered out, scared to lie to him when he was in such a state.

As lean as he was, he was still stronger than you as a mage. One snap of his fingers and there'd be enough of him to beat you to a pulp. You didn't know how he was when he was angry and you didn't want to take your chances.

'It hurts.' you thought. Your shoulder had gone numb already. As if he could read your mind, the green eyed man took his hand off of you.

"Well? What's your answer, (Name)? Surely you wouldn't disappoint poor Cay-cay!" he asked, looking expectant.

"About that.." this was the moment. You had to make things right. You couldn't let him live in delusion. This was still your friend, a person you held close. You sighed with regret before announcing, "Cater, I'm sorry to say but I can't accept your feelings."

It felt as though time stopped. Cater looked at you and you looked back at him, both wordless. He looked like he had something to say but he kept his words to himself, nothing could suddenly grow the same sentiments in you that he had in himself for you. 

The breeze was cool but it felt searingly hot against your skin for the few moments you had to wait for a response. But, Cater didn't resort to anger. Rather, with that same complex, unreadable expression from before, he turned on his back. He waved at you with a wink, "No worries! See you tomorrow, (Name)."

Knowing him, you had trusted that he wouldn't take rejection badly. But you were almost dumbfounded how easily he took it. It's as if the biggest burden was lifted off of your chest. Now you could return to your regular life where Cater and you are best friends. 

Nothing more, nothing less.

You hated him. You hated him. You hated him. 

You didn't know why that creep was approaching you right now. A manic look on his face, as if he just recovered from frantic hysteria. He muttered out, "Can we talk for a while?"

You clutched onto the gash on your arm that he had inflicted on you two months ago after luring you into his bedroom for a 'movie night' that went way south. He exclaimed that it was a way to keep you all for him now that the jig was up. Cut you up, so that you could be his in life and beyond the bar of death. Embrace him with the promise of eternity, even if it meant your demise. You couldn't understand his logic, obviously.

"You haven't loved someone like that, you know?" 

It was only by a sliver of a chance that Trey heard you scream and came to your rescue. But you couldn't tell him that it was Cater who cut you. Not when Cater dropped the knife at your feet right before he came in. Not when Cater looked so worried about that cut, asking if you were okay. Not when Cater hurriedly went to find the first aid kit, as if he wasn't the reason you needed one in the first place. 

You couldn't tell Trey with all those things into account. He wouldn't believe you. 

It was horrible what Cater had started doing to you.

He would send you letters in a completely different handwriting describing things only he knew about. He'd describe all the violent things he wanted to do to you and the men you talked to because of how jealous he was. He would swear he would kidnap you and marry you. How no one could stop him, not even you. As the letters progressed, so did the nauseating scribbles that came along with it, each one describing what he's planning in a nonchalant tone.

He was outside your window. You couldn't wake Grim up. You were ashamed to.

That's what he had made you. Ashamed. And hateful. And fearful. And regretful, regretful that you had ever trusted a man like that. Ashamed to say what was happening to anyone. They wouldn't believe you. They wouldn't believe you. They wouldn't believe you. And even if they did, they'd think you're the problem. You're the weak one. Or maybe that, he wasn't, in fact, "Violating you like that at all, you're just delusional".

When you came back home from school, you'd find your clothes taken, only for the next letter you receive to describe how much he enjoyed using your clothes to sate his sexual urges. It was so humiliating. You'd cry as you read the letters. Maybe he'd get rid of the clothes before you could report him. And then, the fingers would be pointed at you. You'd be the one sworn at. You'd be the one who'd be shunned. 

No one would believe you.

You hadn't seen him since that night. And now there he was. Your devil, standing right in front of you. You wanted to run, you wanted to scream. You knew you had to do something. But, it was the middle of the day. Everyone was around. How would you explain your situation to everyone even if you were to react that way? He was friends with everyone, there was hardly anyone who disliked him. And then there was you, infamous of all students for no good reasons at all.

He took a few steps closer to you. You took one singular step back. You opened your mouth to request, "Please, go away."

"No! (Name)!" He looked like he was prepared to get on his knees to beg you to stay. "Let's… chat. I love your scent, but nothing's cuter than your voice~! I've missed it…" he paused, before shortly adding with a certain baritone that made you tremble, "I've missed you."

"Cater, it's not like that between us-" you tried getting away as he came close to you but before you could, he grabbed onto your wrists.

"You don't know what it's like between us. Our relationship is special and-" he stopped, observing you for a moment before another sickening smile bloomed on his face, "You've developed eyebags. Those must be because you're worried about Cay-cay. I sweaaaar, I'll love them too! I think they're pretty cute!"

"It's…" you tried moving your hand away it wouldn't budge. His grip was painlessly binding, undoubtedly it could turn into crushing in mere seconds, "It's not because of you, you motherfucker!"

"Really? Then whose letters are those that you read late at night?" 

What.

"What?"

"Those letters!" he shakes you, a bit harshly. Enough to get your heart stuck in your throat as he demanded to know "Whose are those?!"

"Y-yours," you blurted out, scared of what he would do to you if he thought that the letters were from someone else.

"See? Wasn't so tough to admit it, now was it? The letters are pretty romantic, aren't they?"

You looked at him dumbfounded. He describes gutting Ace as though it's just like making fish fillet even though by day he and the other ginger boy make a pretty good pair. He thinks that is romantic? But, it was more absurd that he knew you stayed up at night reading his letters. Wordlessly, he knew that is what you were most perplexed by, and he chuckled sweetly, "Oh Dear Sevens, your face can be put up in Magicam right now. Talk about #earlyhalloween."

You didn't know how he was making light of the situation. It was as if he had forgotten the morale reasoning behind his own acts.

"Tell you what, cutie? You can drop the whole distant act now. They might get suspicious and even if you said anything they-"

"...Wouldn't believe me."

For all you were concerned, you were dealing with people from the moment you woke up till the moment you went to bed. Yet, he had so meticulously managed to isolate you. You grit your teeth and thought to yourself that it would be different if he wasn't a mage. But, would it be any different? You wondered.

He smiled at you. 

His eyes reminded you of green radium. But everyone would object. They would tell you his eyes were more like the gentle forest.

After all, they all stopped believing you.

Don't copy my work okay!? >:((

Though taking inspiration is always welcome <33

Be sure to like, comment and reblog if you like this fic, it'll definitely help in my goals of becoming popular.

#disney twst #twisted wonderland #twst #tw.dark content #tw.yandere #heartslabyul #cater diamond x reader #cater diamond

[octopus-reactivated]

Title me Miss: Bath time!

Took me really long to write it, but it's done. What can i cay, i'm a slow worker

Also, thank you to @whump-blog for proofreading 💜🦀💜

Tw/cw: Pet whump, Whumpee thinks Caretaker is new Master, multiple(2) Caretakers, mention of starvation, fear of hurt (knife), touch starvation. Let me know if i missed anything

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Miss took the last sip of her tea and put the cup down. Juli took this as a sign that the breakfast was over. 

It was one of the best meals he ever had. Food wasn’t like in the facility: completely tasteless or spicy to hurt his freshly cutted mouth. It wasn’t spiked with drugs that made his legs wobble and his head spin. And now, when Juli was sure it wasn’t human food too and when he had a clear task, he felt safe and so … not guilty. Well, maybe a little bit guilty. 

At least, he managed to stop himself from devouring food as soon as it was given to him. It was difficult, but not impossible. He shouldn't complain anyway, not when he was shown so much mercy. 

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“I… um…” he stuttered.  Miss looked at him confused. His heart thumped, as he realized he would have to explain why he dared to speak up unprompted.

“I currently don't have any wounds” he admitted “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I was supposed to look presentable and… I'm sorry, so sorry…”

There he was babbling and muttering again. Pathetic. 

“If you wish so Miss…” he took a few shaky breaths to calm himself down, “you could open some yourself?”

As soon as the sentence left his mouth, he realized how stupid idea it was. Who was he to dictate Miss what to do?

But she said she wanted to get his wounds treated. 

“Miss?” He asked in a shaky voice, trying to imagine her grabbing a knife and dragging it on his skin.  Would it be a few cuts on his back? Shallow cut near a vital area, so she could feel him shake in fear, but still try to hold still to show obedience? One long cut going from his back to chest and back to back in a spiral?

He dared to look up. 

Miss looked at him disgusted… no, more than that. Horrified. 

He remembered how she told him earlier that she liked him. This must have changed by now. 

If only he learned to keep his mouth shut and keep his stupid suggestions to himself.

“Juli” Miss said in a sweet voice, the one that people in the movies often used when they were so angry, that they became completely calm.

She crouched to his level and placed a hand on his check. He was so, so terrified, and yet, some of his old training kicked in, and he involuntarily leaned into this comfort, even if it was just an illusion “No one's going to hurt you.” She said, gently tilting his head up, forcing him to look into her face “Not me, not Justin or anyone else”

“No hurt?” he repeated, wide-eyed.

“That’s correct. You’re safe here”

Juli sighted from relief. 

As long as he behaves, he won’t be hurt. 

That meant so much. He will be -somewhat- free of constant pain.

Have you forgotten how frequently you mess up your tasks?- mocked him the voice inside his head -How long will you go without punishment? That is, if you even get to have punishment instead of being abandoned.

He bowed down to show his gratitude. 

“I have to get going now” she took her hand away “I should be back for late dinner”

He didn’t understand why she was saying this to him, why did she feel the need to explain her plans to him, as he could understand or influence human ways. 

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“Water should be warm enough. You can get yourself ready,” Sir Justin said. “There is soap and stuff. I’m going to check up on you in a few minutes, but if you have any trouble you can call me”

Like he would dare to call sir, like he had any power to decide when sir came and went.

But he didn’t want to argue. That was a bad idea. A very bad idea. A recipe for getting returned.

Sir looked at him like he waited for an answer, so Juli confirmed that he understood, and then sir left.

There wasn’t much time. The Boy got out of clothes and folded them as nicely as possible, then grinding his teeth, he jumped into a full bathtub.

To his surprise, the water wasn’t ice-cold or even boiling hot. It was warm, yes, but not hot. Why was it warm? Maybe it was supposed to be hotter, but tap water couldn’t get any warmer? Why not boil it on the stove, then? But this could take a lot of time and effort, and he wasn’t worth it. 

Or was it to taunt him? ‘Look at him, he gets to clean himself  in warm water, almost like a human!’ Or was it to show off Miss’s wealth? ‘Actually, I can afford to give a nice bath even to my pets!’ Or maybe it was to give him something nice, so it could be ripped out of him later on, to hurt him and leave miserable.

It wasn’t his place to try to understand human reasons anyway.

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The boy waited for him in the water. Sitting still, head down, back hunched. Justin expected him to start clearing himself, but no point In pointing this out, it would only stress him out more.

‘I thought we could wash your hair first’ he suggested, but the boy must have to consider this more of an order than a suggestion. 

Juli obediently leaned back, as Justin wetted his hair and when he put shampoo on them. He gently rubbed it in, when he noticed that Juli was closing his eyes. At first, he thought it was to not let the soap in, but then realized that the boy leaned into his hand, seemingly unbothered by the fact that it was still covered in bubbles. His breath hitched a little. Justin let him lay like that for a while, rubbing his cheek. Poor thing was visibly touch-starved. And regular-starved too. Justin had no heart to pull his hand away. He felt a sense of responsibility for the boy. 

When Decima first arrived, she had little to no understanding of how upperland culture and society worked. So if someone would tell her that Pets were on every level different from humans – she would probably believe that. It just happened that Justin was first. And now she decided to help one of those poor souls. 

“I’m going to wash the shampoo off,” he said, grabbing the shower’s head. He’ll do everything he can to help Juli heal from his wounds

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#title me miss #Juli #Decima #whump #pet whump #my writing #whumpee thinks caretaker is new master #i hope taglist is working #i would have not finished this if i hadn't more important work to procrastinate on

[giacomettislament]

alberto giacometti, plaster sculpture of "la femme au chariot" in his studio in stampa

“baby, just pick up your phone.”

cater. leona.

content warning(s): explicit content

prompt: in which you explore waxplay with cater, in which you let leona bite you

commissioned by an anonymous commissioner! thank you very much for your support! if you’re interested in a commission, you can check out my page here.

—”It stings…”

Cater moans softly, rolling his hips gently into your core. Your breath catches in the back of your throat, the staggering difference between the burning pain against your skin and the drunken pleasure of sex becoming nearly too much for you to handle. Cater’s cock stretches you out deliciously: his dick rubbing against you greedily, the boy grabbing at your hips and waist as if you were going to disappear, him rutting into you like his life depended on it.

His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, and he looks up at you with lovestruck eyes. “D-Do you feel good? Is Cay-kun making you feel good?”

You weakly nod, bracing yourself slightly as Cater shakily drops a few more drops of hot wax onto your skin. You gasp, your walls clamping down on him instinctively when your entire body braces up at the pain. The sensation shoots up your spine, going straight to the buzz in your brain. Pain never felt this addictive, and you ground your sex up against Cater’s drooling cock.

“More, Cater, please-,” you manage. Cater’s thighs tremble, and red marks all over his body from the wax only makes him feel that much more sensitive.

“If you beg for me like that… I can’t say no,” he laughs quietly. He draws his hips back, and you brace yourself. Your slick core tries to cling to his cock as he slides out, but when he roughly forces himself back into you, Cater stuffs himself as deep as he can into you. His moves are jagged, rough, animalistic, but each thrust is enough to have you clinging onto him and moaning your heart out.

Your body bore all of his marks proudly, the lingering signs of wax spurring him on. You were right where he wanted you. Underneath him, holding his body close, completely at his mercy so that he could shower you with all of his stifling love and lap up all of your attention until Cater swore he was going to get sick from it.

“Cay-kun can’t get enough of you… I get so happy when you say you wanna do all sorts of fun things with me,” he babbles. His face glows with a bright crimson blush, and his eyes glimmer possessively towards you. “Please have sex with Cay-kun forever! Nobody else makes me feel this way! I can’t live without you!”

His fingertips press into your skin, right where the wax has clung to your body and burned you. You wince, but you don’t push him away. Maybe that masochistic streak in you was bigger than you thought. Maybe you were just the same as Cater sometimes, willing to squirm and beg and do whatever it is needed for the love you craved.

You kiss his mouth, moving your lips against his open mouth. Cater moans, and his dick throbs noticeably inside of you when you swirl your tongue against his. The poor boy’s ridiculously turned on, and Cater whines incoherently into your lips as you practically milk his cock with your irresistible hole and take over all of his senses.

He doesn’t stop bucking his hips against yours, moving his body lewdly and doing whatever he can to make you feel good. It’s so, so easy for him to lose himself in your body and to cum all over you like he was fucking you for the first time, but Cater hates it thinking that you might not be enjoying this as much as he is.

Gonna make them cum! Gonna make them feel good! Gonna make sure they don’t think about any other man than Cay-kun!

But as you keep him close to your heart, wax marks and all, Cater can’t imagine being any happier than he is now. And he’s sure you must feel the same way too.

—Leona’s bite has always been worse than his bark, yet you couldn’t stop yourself from wanting to wallow in that delectable pain for as long as you could. He hovers on top of you, his dick buried deep in your hole. Your thighs are slick with his cum, and your body feels numb and muted from how much he’s ravaged your body. But even then, you still want more—you want him to mark you up and take you as his, so that anybody who even so much as spares a glance at you knows how much he’s ruined you.

“You’re a real fucked up herbivore, aren’t you?” He rasps against your neck. You whimper when he draws his hips back slowly, making sure your clenching walls feel every movement from his cock. It’s big and girthy, and every little shift from him makes you feel him rub against you that much more.

His fangs dive into your skin again, and the pain that shoots through you is almost electrifying. Your walls clamp down on him immediately, begging for him to continue rut against you and fill your stained sex up with more of his cum.

“Gonna mark you up nice and good, you masochist,” Leona mocks you. “Bet that’d be a sight for sore eyes. Maybe parading you around with all of these hickeys and bite marks all over will motivate me to get to class. Wonder what the teachers would say…”

Your stomach coils at the thought of Leona putting you on display like that. Then everyone would know that he fucked you, that he came inside of you until you thought you couldn’t take anymore, that you belonged to him.

Without warning, he rams himself into you. You recoil onto his bed, throwing your head back and screaming his name. Leona bites down harshly on your shoulder, digging his teeth in until you thought you were going to pass out from how overstimulating everything was. You couldn’t take that much more, but you wanted it. You wanted it so bad: his greedy rhythm, his need to show everyone that you were his, his insatiable attitude towards everything.

“It’s too much!” You cry out, your heels pressing into his sheets. You don’t push him off, and Leona’s fangs threaten to break skin. Your clavicles are littered all over with his marks, and your hips bear his fingertips and grip.

He chuckles, thrusting in and out of you. The wet noises of his skin slapping against yours were only aggravated by all the cum drooling out of your abused hole, and your throat burns as Leona fucks into you like you’re his personal fleshlight. Your body’s tight and warm, and the way your hole clings to his cock has him hooked.

“Feels good, doesn’t it? Thought so. Nobody else around here can do you like I do you,” he smugly purrs. His tongue laps at the fresh bite marks on your body, the skin welling up angrily at the pain. You lean in, gasping uncontrollably the throbbing in your core swells more and more, spurred on by the way his cock fucks into you in all the right places.

“More, more- Keep going, Leona, please!” You squeal. “Bite me, mark me! I’m yours!”

“That’s a good herbivore,” he coos mockingly down at you. His pace picks up, and you swear you’ve never felt anything like this before. Your body croons and keels at how overwhelming it is, and the heat you feel is almost stifling. He presses a series of kisses against all the hickies blooming on your skin, and the dull throb of pain you feel makes your core twist and tighten in response.

He leans down until his mouth is up against your ear, and he playfully nips at your earlobe. “Damn right you’re mine, stupid herbivore. Can’t go around losing someone like you to anybody else. Wear those marks proudly, got it? If you don’t… I’ll start leaving them in places that are impossible to hide.”

x

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #cater diamond #leona kingscholar #x reader #gender neutral reader #lemon #↬ inside the atelier

[foxghost]

Joyful Reunion

Translator: foxghost @foxghost tumblr/ko-fi1 Beta: meet-me-in-oblivion @meet-me-in-oblivion tumblr Original by 非天夜翔 Fei Tian Ye Xiang Masterpost | Characters, Maps & Other Reference Index

Book 5, Chapter 49 (Part 3)

“And I would be Duan Ling.” With a turn of his wrist, Duan Ling reveals the dagger in his right hand. “This is the token of friendship Borjigin Batu entrusted me with years ago. Cai Yan, would you like to check if this is it?”

“Why would you have it?!” Cai Yan cries out in terror, “I clearly … no …”

“When I arrived in Xichuan, I had wanted to pass it to Wuluohou Mu so he could see it,” Duan Ling says. “I never expected it to end up in your hands. You would have recognised it for what it is.”

Helian Bo and Tenzin Wangyal both look rather pleased with themselves; they’d spent most of the night looking, and finally found the dagger Cai Yan hid.

“My dad named me Li Ruo. I am the real Li Ruo, Cai Yan! You shameless lout — you will get off that seat this instant!”

As soon as Duan Ling shows his anger, Cai Yan feels a shudder through his whole body, and he says, trembling, “You promised me, you promised me …”

“All of these people are my witnesses,” Duan Ling says. “And if someone can retrieve any of my memorials, army dispatches, or work reports, and compare the handwriting to the exam paper, it would be obvious at a glance that they match.”

The scribe brings Duan Ling’s official correspondence and displays it on the tray side by side with Duan Ling’s exam paper, showing them to the officials as before.

"Back then, I narrowly escaped death and made my way to Xichuan. Cai Yan had already taken my place, so I had no choice but to find refuge with Wu Du. He and I went through Tongguan, Jiangzhou, and Hebei together — and after coming all this way, uncle and I had already acknowledged each other as family, yet we were caught off guard when Chancellor Mu sent assassins after him.

“By the will bequeathed me from the late emperor and His Majesty, I hold the jade arc of the realm and lead Great Chen’s imperial court! I hereby charge Mu Kuangda with colluding with Han Weiyong in the murder of the late emperor! Mu Kuangda sent assassins to murder my father! I present correspondence between the two as evidence!”

Duan Ling produces the letters and puts them on the tray in the scribe’s hands.

“And which act are we putting on now?” Mu Kuangda laughs in spite of himself. “My apprentice, if you think everyone here would believe in your babbling nonsense, then you are far too naive.”

“The merits of this case,” Duan Ling says smilingly, "are already laid out clearly before you, and the evidence is irrefutable — black is black, and white is white. Will you still not plead guilty, Master? I have more evidence still.

“These are the secret correspondence between Han Bin and Mu Kuangda, evidence of their conspiracy against the state.” Duan Ling produces the second stack of letters, handing them out to everyone. They are the letters he found that night in the Mu estate.

Everyone is thoroughly stunned before Duan Ling once more, as this is all happening far too quickly. They may have long surmised that Mu Kuangda had been colluding with Han Bin, but within this short quarter of an hour, it is rather difficult for them to accept the crown prince’s identity, Mu Kuangda and Han Bin’s treason, as well as the story behind it all.

“Everyone,” Duan Ling says. “Think it over. If you lay down your arms now, I can overlook your past misdeeds.”

“Rubbish!” Han Bin howls with laughter. “You all really believe this? Let me tell you then.”

Shouting and cries of fighting have reached the forum outside the throne room. Those inside are suddenly getting restless.

Han Bin bellows, "There was never a real crown prince to begin with! Emperor Wu never had an heir! And the only Duan descendent brought to Shangjing was nothing more than a meticulously fabricated con!

“That’s right. Even the original ‘Duan Ling’,” Mu Kuangda says unhurriedly, “was also a facade deliberately created by Wuluohou Mu. Look at his face. What part of him resembles the late emperor?”

“You reacted rather quickly, master,” Duan Ling says. “But scheme as you might, you missed just one thing.”

“Well, show us the evidence then.” Mu Kuangda says unhurriedly, “How are you going to prove that your father is Li Jianhong? If you can prove it, then without you having to say so, I will cut my own throat as an apology to the realm. My lords, Yao Fu has long desired to stage a rebellion, and he was the one who conspired to assassinate His Majesty. Then, he framed me for the deed. And now that His Majesty is dead, he got this apprentice of mine to impersonate the crown prince.”

Han Bin sneers, “Who do you people trust? Will you trust him for his mere words and some jade arc that came out of nowhere?”

Duan Ling shouts, “Here stands the true Son of Heaven! Who still obstinately clings to these falsehoods?!”

Zeng Yongnuo looks at Duan Ling, then he turns to Cai Yan. Cai Yan’s face is ashen, in drastic contrast to Duan Ling at the foot of the steps, and Zheng Yongnuo finds himself momentarily at loose ends.

After briefly contemplating in silence, he says, “Yes, you are the real crown prince.”

“Shidi, you …” Huang Jian says shakily.

“Shixiong,” Duan Ling says, “make your own decision. Heaven, earth, ruler, relative, teacher — ruler comes before teacher.”2

Huang Jian finally rises and comes to Duan Ling’s side to face Han Bin with him. Suddenly, all the officials are moving, and the civil officials are exceptionally unanimous — they’re all standing behind Duan Ling.

“Very good,” Mu Kuangda says. “To think such a clumsy lie would be able to fool an entire court of officials and officers. My apprentice, you have been scheming most carefully indeed. You must have been planning this for a long time.”

“All the diplomats and officials here are lies?” Duan Ling actually ends up smiling back at him. “My handwriting is a lie? Even the person next to the throne is a lie?!”

Lang Junxia walks down from the dais and comes to Duan Ling. After a long moment of silence, he gets down on both knees.

Duan Ling bows his head to look at Lang Junxia. There’s no longer anything more he needs to say.

“The Black Armours have stormed into the palace —” Outside, on the drill grounds, the Northern Command troops are shouting.

“Seize the lot of them!” Han Bin says.

At his word, soldiers of the Northern Command draw their weapons and rush at Duan Ling and the officials from every corner of the throne room. Lang Junxia quickly steps in front of Duan Ling to shield him.

“My lords, you’d better make sure you’re ready to die for the crown prince,” Duan Ling says. “If you want to renege right now, it’s not too late yet.”

“Han Bin, suppose you don’t believe that the one in front of you is the real Son of Heaven, and stubbornly decide to kill him anyway,” Chang Liujun’s voice is saying, “Well then, what you consider to be the last of the Li’s lifeblood is also done for.”

Mu Jinzhi lets out a scream as Chang Liujun drags her into the main hall through a side door behind a screen. A group of Black Armours soldiers charge into the room at the same time; they take over the dais, at once forming an opposing force against the Northern Command.

“Jinzhi!” Mu Kuangda says with great alarm.

“Chang Liujun!” Han Bin snarls, “You’d sell out your own master?!”

Chang Liujun continues, “If you dare touch him, then I dare kill her. Take it or leave it. That way nobody gets to be emperor anymore.”

“Stay your hand,” Mu Kuangda says immediately.

Han Bin’s lips move, spitting out the words, “Kill them.”

Within a split second, the throne room falls into chaos. Lang Junxia turns abruptly; Mu Kuangda throws himself at Mu Jinzhi to protect her; Chang Liujun seems briefly stunned at first, but then he pushes Mu Jinzhi away and draws his sword to protect Duan Ling.

The diplomats and the Black Armours soldiers are both well ready for this, and they charge ahead to engage in melee with the Northern Command. Chang Liujun leaps in from the Northeast corner, while Lang Junxia runs in from the centre of the hall, both aiming right for Han Bin. But Han Bin lets out a rage-filled snarl and pushes his chair over, buying himself enough time for the Northern Command troops to charge fearlessly in his direction and put their armoured bodies between the assassins’ swords and Han Bin!

Unable to kill him in one strike, Lang Junxia and Chang Liujun back out of the main hall. The other officials can’t run away fast enough, and as arrows start flying every which way in the throne room, as does the screaming. Someone is hit by an arrow before falling to the floor.

“Let’s go!” Guarding Duan Ling, Lang Junxia takes him out of the room.

Out before the Meridian Gate, the sun had just risen. The Black Armours with Xie You at the helm had already made it all the way to the gates of the Imperial City, and the Northern Command is putting up a last-ditch resistance.

More soldiers are coming at them from every direction. Duan Ling shouts, “Retreat towards the southern gate and rendezvous with the Black Armours!”

Zheng Yan charges over on horseback with several cloth-wrapped bundles in tow. With one backhanded toss, he shakes the bundles open and weapons fly up in the air. Everyone grabs a long sword.

Duan Ling shouts, “Heed my call! Take Han Bin’s head!”

The diplomatic delegation led by Batu and Helian Bo rendezvous with the Black Armours, and after each member obtains a weapon, they fearlessly charge ahead to clash with the Northern Command.

Duan Ling only has several hundred warriors at his side, but the longer they fight the more courageous they become; they escort Duan Ling through a continuous retreat to the main doors of the throne room. Duan Ling has a bow in his hand, and he’s firing arrows constantly; every arrow hits its mark, and with every dull thud as each arrow hits, another body collapses to the floor.

“How much longer is Wu Du going to take?!” Zheng Yan shouts, “We can’t hold them off much longer!”

“He will come,” Duan Ling says. “He will come!”

Arrows fly every which way in the chaos. Batu dashes in and pushes Duan Ling down to help him dodge a stray arrow. Duan Ling rolls on the floor, and as he gets back on his feet, he notices Mu Kuangda supporting Mu Jinzhi, stumbling as they attempt to escape from the throne room. Duan Ling nocks and draws, firing an arrow in their direction.

The arrow draws an arc that rises from the ground, crossing a distance of several hundred paces as it flies towards them like a shooting star. Mu Kuangda shouts, “Jinzhi!”

Mu Kuangda wraps himself around Mu Jinzhi. The arrow hits him in the back. He falls, and does not get up again.

There is a great boom as the main doors to the palace are hit by a battering ram, the sound vibrating all way to them through the ground. For a brief moment, everyone stops moving.

Han Bin steps out of the throne room in full armour, looking majestic with his cape fluttering behind him. His underlings file into two ranks to either side of him and blow a signal horn.

Suddenly, Northern Command soldiers are rushing in from every direction, close to ten thousand men in all. They form square formations, and raise their shields and spears, letting out shouts in unison as they point their weapons at Duan Ling and the several hundred guards at his side.

Boom. There is another great bang from the doors. Outside the Merdian Gate, the main doors to the palace are close to collapsing.

Han Bin raises a hand, and then, he puts it down.

At the third great booming noise, the Northern Command soldiers bend down and launch their assault.

The main entrance to the palace collapse at the sound and Black Armours soldiers pour in like a tide, spreading out in ranks. One horseman takes point, riding Wanlibenxiao, dressed in black armour of dragon-scale, wielding the sword of the realm — Zhenshanhe.

As though seeing Li Jianhong reborn, even Han Bin can’t help but take a half step back the moment he sees this black armour and the Zhenshanhe.

“Warriors of our land, who do we fight for?!” Wu Du’s voice shouts.

“We fight for Great Chen’s true Son of Heaven!” The soldiers of Black Armours bellow in unison.

Bow in hand, Duan Ling stands just outside the Meridian Gate, bathed in the myriad rays of brilliant golden light as the sun is born.

“Men of Jiangzhou,” Xie You’s voice says, “who do you fight for?”

“We fight for His Highness the crown prince of Great Chen!” The soldiers of Black Armours snarl in unison.

“When you’re in the presence of the Zhenshanhe, you’re in the presence of the late emperor!” Wu Du shouts, “Emperor Wu of Great Chen had bequeathed me his last wish, to bring death to the traitors! Lay down your weapons and your life will be spared! Charge!”

In a flash, the world starts to shake; like the edge of a wave as the tides roll in, the Black Armours move the earth for a thousand leagues around, transforming the mortal world as they launch themselves towards the ten thousand Northern Command soldiers in front of the throne room!

Duan Ling puts down his bow and turns back to look at Wu Du. Shimmering golden sunlight glints off his emperor’s armour, and a rustic sheen reflects off of the Zhenshanhe. This moment is like a long-lost dream, so unreal that it gives him bouts of dizziness.

With the sword of the realm in hand, I would point you the way.

He recalls that certain someone, who once made him a lifelong promise.

Peach blossoms which bloomed luminously in Fifth Month Shangjing; the magnificent sight of wild geese returning on the plains as spring dawned and the flowers started to grow; flecks of light that brushed him by in a dense forest like shooting stars; a single lit lamp in the Illustrious Hall’s library deep into the night …

Outside the city of Luoyang, that bout of gentle snow that blanketed everything; in Tongguan, the river of stars above the city wall; outside the White Tiger Hall, a rainstorm that tossed the leaves about in the night; in the city of Ye, the beacons that shone like a reflection of the night sky …

As a whole army is rushing towards him, he reaches out a hand to the dazzling sunlight. Wu Du bends down from Benxiao’s back, sweeping towards him.

Duan Ling’s hand gently brushes against Wu Du’s hidden beneath his iron gauntlet. Like an arrow, time had moved the seven-star constellation to the other side of the night sky, yet the fervent body underneath that armour is touching him with blood that would never run cold, as though neither of them had ever forgotten that vow.

Even if the stars should tumble to dust, the Silver River should perish, and the universe returns to the inception of chaos.

The world shudders around Duan Ling as Wu Du pulls him onto the horse.

“Charge —!”

The roaring of the Black Armours troops sends a tremor through the heavens. With Duan Ling against his chest and Zhenshanhe in his hand, Wu Du charges into the Northern Command formation. As soon as the two armies meet, the Northern Command is retreating, utterly routed before the Black Armours’ overwhelming might and conviction.

Benxiao leaps past their defensive perimeter and steps onto the throne room’s white marble stairs. More and more Black Armours soldiers are rushing in, covering the ground outside the Meridian Gate in the blood and viscera of their enemies.

Outside the main hall, her hand coated in blood, Mu Jinzhi pushes against Mu Kuangda’s shoulder as she tries her best to crawl aside.

Wu Du steers Benxiao, leaping over the tops of their heads, and charges into the main hall with Duan Ling. The Black Armours pours in like a tide and takes control of the spacious throne room.

Han Bin faces Wu Du and Duan Ling.

“Even if you kill me,” Han Bin says, gasping. “It would be of no avail. You won’t be able to prove to the world that …”

“Why don’t you turn around and see who’s behind you?” Duan Ling says.

As soon as he turns to look, Han Bin finds himself instinctively weak in the knees, almost at once collapsing to the floor. He turns around incredulously and stares at that man.

The Black Armours now control the battlefield. They usher the officials back into the throne room.

Clad in a black warrior’s robe, Li Jianhong sits on the throne in silence, not saying a word, just staring at Han Bin.

Zheng Yan had caught Cai Yan, who’d escaped from the throne room earlier. He tosses Cai Yan to the floor.

“Wasn’t watching closely enough and almost let him get away,” Zheng Yan says.

The battle has already finished, yet Cai Yan is seeing a nightmare he is even more frightened of.

“Cai Yan,” Duan Ling says. “Did you ever think that this day would come?”

“I’ll talk … I’ll talk.” Upon seeing Li Jianhong seated on the throne, Cai Yan is so petrified that he remains limply on the floor, and for a long time, he can’t even form a full sentence. “I … death would not be enough for what I’ve done …”

Duan Ling steps up, reaches under Cai Yan’s lapel, and pulls his jade arc off Cai Yan’s neck.

“Han Bin,” Duan Ling says. “What about you?”

Han Bin stumbles backwards. His countenance ghastly pale, Li Jianhong sits on the throne indolently with his elbows resting over the armrests, his fingers steepled before him as he stares at those in the hall.

The sun has gradually risen over the throne room, and it shines down through the skylights as though gathered, and beneath this shaft of sun from above, he looks like a demon. Some sinister forces seem to have brought this dead man back to the mortal world. He is silent without words, and silently, wordlessly, he passes judgement on every person in this room.

The officials of the court fall trembling to their knees. Even those who’ve never believed in the supernatural cannot explain the phenomenon before their eyes.

Duan Ling and Wu Du approach him. Duan Ling hands the jade arc to Li Jianhong. Li Jianhong takes it from him and reaches out to caress his forehead. With his fingers over the edges of the jade arc, he hands it to Wu Du.

Wu Du looks startled and stares at Li Jianhong.

“It’s for you, so take it,” Duan Ling whispers.

Wu Du’s breath hitches in his throat, and tears spill from his eyes. He bows and takes the jade arc, wrapping his fingers over it.

Then, Duan Ling twines the cord that holds the other jade arc around his own fingers and turns to the officials.

“Long Live Your Majesty!” The officials kneel down one after another.

“Cai Yan,” Duan Ling says quietly, “How do you plead?”

“I plead guilty, I … I plead guilty!” Cai Yan says, “Don’t send me to eighteen layers of hell … I plead guilty.”

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#相見歡 #fei tian ye xiang #joyful reunion #xiang jian huan #fox translates things

[tallys-train-blog]

Billy and Big Mac probably flex their muscles together (well, Mac's at least, idk if Billy has them) almost every night and it annoys everyone

These two are fucking sociopaths istg. Keep them separated.

#bella's friends #cay #bigg city port #bella babbles #billy shoepack #tugs big mac #tugs 1989

[bubbledumbbinch]

Kinktober 2021 - Tickling

Pairing: Lilia Vanrouge x GN! Reader

Prompt: Tickling

A/N: This piece of writing is strictly 18+. NSFW. Minors DNI.

Warnings: yandere, dubcon/noncon, mild angst(?), jealousy

Your muffled moans struggled to come out. Bounds restrained your arms and legs as you felt like you were being tortured. Well, because you were.

It had all started back when Lilia Vanrouge, your upperclassman from Diasomnia, had taken a liking to you. That's definitely what he would call it, not an obsession. Lilia's infatuation started when he was able to get closer to you and meet you during the time preparing for the Magical Shift tournament. His magenta eyes shifted with wonder as he watched you try to solve who was causing issues for multiple players across the school. Since then, Lilia had taken a secret liking to you.

Recently, Lilia had spent more time trying to court you, sending small gifts and talking with you more. Retelling his memories from the fae war was one of his favorite pastimes. He could feel the excitement radiate off of your body and your eyes were so cute. "Wow, Lilia-senpai! Sounds like you were really tough back then, that's so cool!"  Your voice repeats in his mind, sending sparks to his heart. Flashing you a sharp toothy smile whenever you made him laugh, looking at you with large, almost expectant, eyes. To say the fae was entranced with you was an understatement. He felt like he was so very close to asking you to become his partner.

That was until he noticed you embrace his fellow club-mate, Cater. A smile was visible on Lilia's face as his heart wrenched. He approached you as usual, brightly exclaiming your name. You turned to face him, still smiling after your interaction with Cater, who had already left.

"Oh, Lilia-senpai! Hi!" you giggled as the bicolored hair boy was close. "How are you doing?"

"Hi (y/n)! Ah, I was just wondering if we were still going to my room later to hang out." His voice was cheerful, but carried a bit of tension, which you had yet to notice. "I thought we could go into another… history lesson?"

Your eyes lit up at the idea, excited to hear another one of Lilia's stories. "I would love to! I'm finished with everything, so let's go now!"

"Mm, I love your enthusiasm (y/n)." Magenta eyes turned dark as he took your hand and led you to Diasomnia.

Lilia's room was cozy and familiar. You sat with him on the side of his bed as he joined you.

"Hm, I think it would be interesting to discuss how we… interrogated our enemies." Lilia's voice trailed off, maybe in a way where he was thinking of the past.

"Oh, like… torture..?" You asked, unsteady. He turned to you, his smile back on his face. "Yes! And if it's okay, I'd like to show you, with a demonstration."

You were confused, yet intrigued. "I- okay," you started hesitantly. "Is it gonna hurt?"

The fear in your voice only made Lilia's heart soar. You were so cute and you were all his. "No, my dear, I assure you it won't. If anything you might like it..!" He giggled as he shook his head.

Your eyes scanned the floor, searching for words. Eventually, you returned his gaze. Y'know what? Sure, show me, Lilia-senpai!"

"Heh, I knew you'd do this for me~"

~~~

Your arms were tied to the upper corners of his bedpost with your legs free. Your jacket had been placed neatly on his chair. A cloth was stuffed into your mouth. It all felt so… weird for some reason, even though you already verbally agreed. Trusting Lilia should have been enough, though, he had been so nice to you. There was nothing to fear.

Suddenly, as you felt the sides of your shirt lift, you couldn't help the surprised whimper that fell from your mouth. His cold fingers descend onto your exposed sides, causing you to start giggling in joy. "MMPh!!!" your core was contracting with the laughs that wracked your body.

"Aah, my sweet (y/n), your laughs are so precious. I want to hear more!" Lilia's eyes grew darker as his grin extended. He crawled on top of you, sitting on top of your crotch. His cold fingers tickled the sides of your body once more. He reveled in the way you writhed under him.

"Nnnh!! hh- hmm, MMH!!!!" You did your best to shake your head and kick your legs, signalling you wanted him to stop.

"Oh, you want me to stop?" Lilia questioned innocently, turning his head to the side. You nodded profusely, sighing in relief when he finally did.

"What were you doing with Cater?" it came out as more of a demand rather than a question. His tone automatically brought sweat to your face. In the confusion, you could only manage to say a measly "huh?"

"(Y/n). I saw him touch you, earlier. He likes you doesn't he?" Lilia's smile was slight, still there, but small. And his eyes seemed like they looked in yours, but were almost looking beyond you.

"How about this, I'll remove the cloth so you can talk to me." As soon as it was removed, you breathed in and out rapidly, gasping for air.

"I- Lilia-senpai, Cay-kun and I are just friends…" You said, gulping. Yet, his expression hadn't changed.

"And, even if he did hug me, I didn't do anything wrong! You and I are just friends too, so you shouldn't question if other people like me or not…"

Wrong answer. Lilia's smile faded and he seemed visibly upset, crossing his arms.

"Hm." Was the only noise he released as you felt the tickling begin at your sides again.

However, his eyes were still trained on you, and his arms still crossed. Looking down, you saw green feathers moving on their own, tickling up and down your sides. You laughed - laughed until it really started to hurt. There was pain in your abdomen that only worsened over time. Your kicking legs suddenly felt as if they were bound in place, probably also due to Lilia's magic.

"Ah, aahn- Lilia-senpai, s-stop!! Please!!" You cried, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

"Hm, let's amp this up, no?" Lilia brought his hand to his mouth, smiling deviously.

Lilia's weight was lifted off of your body along with the torturous ministrations the feathers wreaked on you.

Chest heaving up and down, you felt as if your body was too tired to do anything. However, as soon as you felt your pants being unbuttoned and undone, you spared some energy to lift your head.

Lilia's fingers dragged your pants down to your knees, chuckling once he saw the arousal in your underwear.

"Aah, my sweet (y/n), I guess you don't really hate this, no?" He teased, bringing a finger to swipe at your clothed crotch. “Hmm, you’re so wet for me!”

"Oh!!" You turned away from Lilia, embarrassed about your own situation. "Lilia-senpaaai~, please, haanh, stop…!" You moaned, finger still rubbing at your arousal.

Again, the feathers started to torture you. The tickling brought pain and tension back into your body. Your screams molded into moans, heat coming straight to your cheeks as Lilia's fingers were still stroking you through the thin cloth.

"Hm, I'll think about it! How's this, I'll stop once you tell me you love me. You'll be my sweet (y/n) and I'll be your boyfriend!" Lilia's eyes shone, staring into yours. Goosebumps littered your skin as you heard his words.

"Ah, wh-what!? N-no..!" You protested, still writhing underneath him.

"Tsk, I guess you've chosen this then…" The speed of Lilia's fingers quickened their pace, ultimately slipping under the waistband of your underwear, stroking you directly.

"Oh- ah, oh fuck… " You couldn't help but let a curse slip from your mouth. "Lilia-senpaiii~ don't… stop…" You close your eyes in shame, as the sensation of Lilia's fingers invaded your senses.

"My sweet (y/n), oh my darling." Lilia coos, "It seems like you really like your punishment, don't you?" His tone teased you.

"Haah, fuck, I- I love it, so- aanh~ much..!" your babbling only grew as your climax approached rapidly.

Your moans only grew louder as you felt the feathers now tickling your pert nipples.

"Lilia, Lilia, haanh, Lilia-senpai!!!" You repeated his name like a mantra, breathing and growing more and more erratic.

Your moans were making the fae's cock twitch in his pants, yet he held himself back. He wanted to really take you when you were lovers. But that would be soon enough, wouldn't it?

"(Y/n), am I making you feel good?" Lilia's voice drew out. His voice was deep with lust and only sent tingles throughout your body.

"Y-yes, fuck! Lilia-senpai, I love- mmh, it feels so gooood~" you moaned, eyebrows furrowing together. You felt sinful, in pain and yet also pleasure. The tickling was stimulating your nipples while Lilia's fingers kept going faster.

"Lilia-senpai~ I- I'm gonna cum…" you turned into his pillow, muffling your moans. Drool was spilling from your mouth and you didn't even realize it. "Please, Lilia-senpai, make me cum!! I love it!! I- I love you, Lilia-senpai!!" you screamed, teetering on the edge of your orgasm.

Lilia moaned with you, absolutely loving your drunken confession. "Yes, my love, my (y/n)!" Lilia groaned. "Cum for me, my darling. Then we will be bound together!" His fingers stroked you with fervor, feathers teasing your body even more.

You reached your orgasm, screaming as liquid spurted out of you. As you rode your high, Lilia's fingers slowed. The feathers' torture on your body also ceased, leaving you to breathe heavily. Your arms were unbound, and you didn't even realize you were shivering from head to toe. Even with the freedom to move you couldn't.

Lilia's lithe body found its way to slump next to yours, arms wrapping around your form and pulling you close.

"I love you, (y/n). You're mine, now." Lilia's voice whispered softly into your ear.

#yandere lilia x reader #lilia vanrouge smut #lilia vanrouge x reader #yandere lilia vanrouge #kinktober 2021 #twst smut #twst x reader #twisted wonderland smut #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst smut #tw dubcon #tw noncon #kinktober

[kai-writes-fan-fiction]

In Hiding Part 2/?

Hey Buds! It’s me, Cay! This is part 2 of the Hiding Away series. I’m not super proud of it, but part 3 will be better. This was more or less a filler chapter, however, I hope you enjoy! Feedback is always greatly appreciated, and my requests are still open! Please, please, PLEASE send In prompts lol. (P.S. please excuse and spelling/grammar errors and typos, I had a migraine while writing this.)

Part one: https://imjustalurker12.tumblr.com/post/646379452336586752/in-hiding

Word count: 1000ish

Warnings: Talk of blood and needles, Non-graphic violence, no swearing in this one, a very bad cliffhanger

You were drifting in and out of consciousness, a bright light obscuring your view. You attempted to bring your arm up to shield your eyes from the blinding white light; however, you couldn’t move your arms. Your throat was sore so that you couldn't tell out. Your eyes still weren't fully adjusted to the light, so you couldn't see what was going on.

The only thing you knew is that you were lying on a hard surface supine, and you couldn't shift.

After a few more seconds of squinting, you lifted your head. You were strapped to a table by glowing blue cuffs. They must have something to do with the fact that you couldn't shift.

You had also been changed out of your clothes, blue scrubs in their place. An IV was in your right arm, and wires were coming from your chest, and you could also hear a constant beeping echoing throughout the room.

You began to squirm to remove yourself from the cuffs, but your actions were quickly noticed by a man in a lab coat staring at you from across the room. You recognized this man to be none other than Dr. Bruce Banner.

He looked up to you and smiled.

“Good morning, or should I say good afternoon (Y/N) (Y/L/N)! You slept for almost 12 hours! The Avengers really knocked you out, huh?”

You grimaced. That's right; the Avengers had caught you. It would seem that your “low profile jobs” weren't so low profile after all.

“Y’know, ” Bruce said, walking over to you, “you're a pretty hard person to find? (Y/N)” His brow furrowed. “Now, I need to take some blood.”

Needles really weren’t your thing, especially the long one Banner now held in his hands. You growled low; your powers were begging to come back and began squirming around. He rolled his eyes.

“Stop moving; it'll hurt less.” He mumbled.

Not convinced, you shifted uncontrollably. He tried to grab your arm, but his strength was no match for yours, which was slowly returning.

“Loki! Come do that magic thing!” Bruce yelled over his shoulder.

Loki then entered the lab, looked at you, and snarled.

“You're seriously not giving up? Stupid Midgaurdian child.” He hissed

He grabbed your arm, and you suddenly went limp.

“Thanks.” Banner said to Loki.

In return, Loki rolled his eyes and left the lab.

Inserting the needle into your arm, Banner sighed, “This would be easier for both of us if you stopped resisting.”

You clicked your tongue and grimaced. “Hmph.”

He sighed and walked away, leaving to examine your blood sample. He looked into the microscope and gasped. He picked up his phone and dialed a number.

“Stark, you need to get down here. Their blood- I've never seen anything like it. Her cells- just come down here.” He says into the receiver, pivoting his chair to look at your limp body once more.

Little did he know, you were beginning to gain your powers back. Loki's magic couldn't keep them at bay forever.

Five minutes later, you heard “BANNER!” being yelled at by Tony from the lab's entrance. “I’M HERE!”

You growled lowly, a sign of your powers becoming even stronger. You may be able to shift again within 5 minutes. You needed to plan your escape.

While Tony and Bruce babbled on, you began mapping the room. Practically the whole room was made out of glass, and it looked out onto the common room of the Avengers compound. You smiled to yourself, as it would be straightforward to bust out.

“What’re you smiling at, oh mighty blue one?” Stark taunted.

You turned back to him and narrowed your eyes in annoyance.

“My bad, kid!” He stuck his hands up in defense.

You went back to daydreaming about your escape, taking note of the woods surrounding the compound. After turning into an iron man suit, you’d break the glass and-

“Seriously, you’re grinning again.” Your thoughts were interrupted by a loud Tony Stark.

You turned to him and rolled your eyes.

“Does she not speak?” Tony asked Bruce, turning away from you.

“I haven't heard her yet; it’s not important.” Bruce sighs, still focused on your blood sample. “(Y/N), I need a piece of your hair.”

He walked over to you, and you grimaced when he tugged at a strand. He walked back to his microscope, placing the strand into a glass plate.

After a minute of staring at the strand, he whispered, “The blue, it’s natural!”

Duh, it was natural. All of the hair on your body was blue, and you can’t dye eyelashes. You gave an exasperated sigh and turned your head back to the windows, resuming the formulation of your plan. After you'd bust out, you'd shift into a-

“I'm sorry, is there something you need to say?” Asked an annoyed Tony.

You shook your head and returned to your thoughts as a reply. Tony wasn't satisfied.

“Speak now or forever hold your peace, princess.” He smirked, stepping towards you.

He was getting too close, and your powers still weren't fully replenished, but it was time to go. You grinned and flashed a pair of fangs before shifting into a wolf and out of your cuffs.

A startled Tony summoned his suit to overpower you, but you had already predicted such. You shifted into your suit and blasted the glass. It shattered immediately, and you flew out.

Once you reached the outdoors, you shifted into a cheetah, running far away from the compound. When you hit the woods, you morphed into a tree squirrel. There was no way they'd find you now, you thought. And maybe they wouldn't; read Part 3 to find out what happens next!

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@coollemonsaresour

Thanks for reading to then end! Please tell me if you want a part 3, I’m hoping it’s better than this one lol. Also I have school for a few days, so I may be a little longer when writing next parts and requests.

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[chockfullofsecrets]

Critical Role: The Opposite of Cuddling

(Read on AO3)

Rating: Gen

Summary: And maybe it wouldn’t be too bad, but - “That’s not gonna work,” he says, feeling a little bad as her face falls. “I’m way too ticklish for that.”

Jester’s expression rebounds at lightning speed. “Caduceus! You’re ticklish?”

“Oh. Yeah,” he grins.

Dome cuddles don't quite work out, but the Mighty Nein make do.

Wordcount: 1.8k (it would be short if it wasn’t supposed to be a snippet fic aaa)

A/N: maybe i am just in the mood for cuddly gang tickles. maybe so. 

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“So,” Jester is proselytizing, brandishing a diagram from her sketchbook into dubious faces, “if we cuddle up around Caduceus just like this it’s going to be super soft and comfy and warm until we get out of this stupid weather! Any questions?”

Caduceus puts his teacup aside and leans down to peer at the sketch. It’s really good, especially the faces. She must have drawn it while watching them sleep last night.

And maybe it wouldn’t be too bad, but - “That’s not gonna work,” he says, feeling a little bad as her face falls. “I’m way too ticklish for that.”

Jester’s expression rebounds at lightning speed. “Caduceus! You’re ticklish?”

“Oh. Yeah,” he grins. It feels good to see her happy, tail flicking as she clutches her sketchbook in clear delight - after two days of nonstop freezing rain, even her forceful cheer has been wavering. “It’s nice, sometimes, but not when we’re, you know. Sleeping.”

“So I could tickle you right now and you wouldn’t be, like, really mad at me?” Jester presses. She’s scooting towards him as she asks, practically trembling with excitement. It’s awfully cute.

Well, it’s been a while, but he can’t say he’s not a little eager for the contact. He ignores the looks from the rest of their group and flops back onto his bedroll, wriggling a little to get comfortable. “Yeah, that’d be good.”

“Um,” Beau says from somewhere behind him, a little strangled. Oh, right.

“We’re not keeping people awake, are we?” he asks, craning his neck to the various edges of the dome people have settled in. “Anyone set on sleeping right now?”

Beau makes a face. "That's not the weird part, Duceus."

“They can help!” Jester chirps, and then she’s cuddled into his side and wiggling tiny tiefling claws above his belly. “Oh, Ca-du-ceus!”

She’s pitching her voice as deep and scary as it can go. It’s not very far. “Yeah?”

“Where’s your very worst tickle spot?”

He laughs. “Telling you that feels like a bad idea.”

“Then I’ll just have to fi-ind it!” She tugs his shirt up with one quick move, and he barely has time to feel the cold before she’s latching onto his sides and burying her entire face into the downy fur on his belly. “Ooh, you’re so soft and warm! I want to cuddle you forever, Caduceus.”

It tickles, but just a little - honestly, he’s more amused by her. “Can’t say I’ve heard that before,” he chuckles, reaching out to poke gently at her side. “You’re not bad yourself.”

She squeaks, pulling her head up just enough to gasp at him. “Oh my gosh, Caduceus, did you just tickle me back? Guys, you have to come help me!”

“Nah, I’m good,” Beau snorts.

Jester lets out a massive sigh and flops back down onto him, and for a pleasant minute or two it’s just her nuzzling into him as he watches raindrops pelt off the amber dome overhead.

Then there’s a rustle, and some clinking, and before he can do anything more than lazily twitch one of his ears in the direction of the sound Yasha’s upside-down face pushes into his field of view.

“Do you mind if I join?” she asks in her quiet way. “I don’t want to overwhelm you.”

Jester springs upright, grabbing happily for her hands. “Yes! Join us!”

Caduceus echoes her, snorting out a quiet laugh as Jester regains some of her energy and starts to scribble her way up his sides. He doesn't have any quiet siblings - Yasha reminds him a little more of the mourners, so it’s always nice to see her reach out. He's good at appreciating that sort of thing.

Yasha smiles shyly down at the both of them as she pulls his head into her lap and starts to play with his ears. “These are so soft,” she marvels. “Are you ticklish here?”

His ears have always been one of his siblings’ favorite spots to tease him with, and apparently they haven’t gotten any less sensitive in the last ten years. “Yeah,” he gasps. “Heh - just - hehe - a little bit.”

There's a frustrated groan off to his right. “Okay, I’ll bite.” Footsteps track around to his side, fleet and quiet, and he waits patiently for a flash of blue cloth to cross his gaze. “But only ‘cause ears are a fucking weird spot and I want to see if this works on you.”

Beau crouches by his side and curls her fingers loosely. “I’m gonna punch you,” she warns. “Probably not that hard, but don’t tense up.”

He nods as best as he can while tilting his head to better let Yasha worry her fingernails at the backs of his ears - he’s not sure if he could feel more boneless if he tried, right now.

The heel of her fist strikes him right in the middle of his chest, fingers clutching around something intangible - that something scurries its way down every nerve he has, and he coughs out a startled laugh before he can help himself. “What was that?”

“Payback for growing lichen on me back at your house,” she quips, but her eyes are narrowed in clear concentration. “Okay, ears, ears… wrists? And knees? And - fuck, man, your entire back? Really? Jes, let’s flip him over, this is going to be good.”

Well, that’s unexpected.

“Wait - ha!” Caduceus yelps, squirming as fingers start to pry their way underneath him. “Hold on now-”

He’s bigger than both of them by far, but they’re strong and not above tickling the backs of his ribs until he starts to squeal. "You're so thin, Caduceus!" Jester exclaims, hooking a finger into the tender gap between two bones and wriggling it mercilessly - his back arches entirely without his permission, letting Beau pry him another inch off the ground, and he whines defensively. "We have to feed you more!"

They get as far as rolling him onto his side before Beau loses patience and starts prodding smugly at his spine. “Your ki is pretty shivery around here, Duceus,” she teases. “Trying to hide your worst spots, huh? Bet you thought we weren’t gonna take this seriously.”

Caduceus is too busy laughing to deal with - any of that, really, especially when Jester slings herself over him so she can reach his back too. “I’m - ahaha! aaa! - oh, that tickles!”

As if in direct response to his babbling, a small weight bundles into the back of his knees. He curls up reflexively with a strangled shout - it’s Nott, cuddling up to him with a shivery sigh as an invisible hand starts to pinch at his kneecaps. “You’re right,” she crows to Jester. “He is soft.”

It does feel nice, being buried under this many people and tickled till the marrow of every bone in his body shivers, happy and helpless, and when Fjord finally sits in front of him and presses a questioning hand to his shoulder Caduceus doesn’t resist the impulse to clutch his hands and pull him in closer.

Fjord comes easily, huffing in quiet amusement as Caduceus buries his face in him and Yasha and wriggles like a freshly surfaced earthworm. “You alright there?” he drawls. “You sound like they’re trying to kill you.”

Nott snorts from somewhere near his belly. “We should stop, then, we’ve only got the one cleric.”

“Hey!”

Everything abruptly derails as Jester launches herself towards Nott and, from the sound of it, kicks Beau right in the face - there’s wheezing, and then shouting, and then the telltale sugar-sweet scent of Jester’s healing magic.

Caduceus holds very still. "Is everyone okay?"

"Yeah," Beau confirms, mangled. He can practically picture Jester frantically squishing her cheeks around as she checks for damage.

A typical tickle fight, as far as the Clays are concerned, just with a different smell - the Wildmother's healing tends more earthy. Even though they’ve stopped tickling, Caduceus can’t help but laugh.

He’s not sure if he imagines Fjord fluttering light fingers along the insides of his wrists as he catches his breath, but by the time he wheezes out one last fit of giggles and rolls himself back over everyone seems to be keeping a respectful distance, if a good deal closer together than they were at the beginning of the evening. “I think that went pretty well,” he says, pleased.

“...so you’re stupid ticklish,” Beau says dryly, scrubbing a bit of dried blood from her lip. “No cuddling Duceus while he’s trying to be unconscious, message received.”

There’s a chorus of agreement from all but one - Caduceus looks around and spots their final member for the first time since they sat down for dinner, nose buried in a book and ears suspiciously red.

He hasn’t moved an inch all night, even to escape the noise, which leaves him only a few feet away from the rest of them. Caduceus gets the feeling he’s about to regret that. “Oh, I’m sure there are those that have it worse,” he grins. “Right, Mr. Caleb?”

Caleb’s gaze snaps up over the edge of his book. “Ja,” he rushes out, strangled. “I mean - nein - of course I am not - I am just trying to read here-”

Jester doesn’t wait for him to dig his grave any deeper. “Oh my gosh, Cay-leb, are you super ticklish too?”

Caleb stuffs his book back into its holster and holds a hand out preventatively, reaching with panicked precision for a strip of leather tied just above his knee with the other. “No, I am not-”

“Oh, no you don’t.” Fjord rocks backward and reaches out with one broad hand, latching onto Caleb's wrist, and Caleb promptly abandons all spellcasting to kick at him like a startled rabbit.

Despite that, he reels Caleb in gently, scooping him into a neat little ball before he heaves him into the middle of their little circle and squarely on top of Caduceus. “I think we owe you a nice, long thank you for this lovely dome, don’t we?”

There’s a moment of silence as Caleb presumably thinks about how easy it would be to kill them all in this enclosed space. “This,” he says, as severely as he can with his feet in the air and hair in his eyes, “is the opposite of cuddling, and if you do not leave me alone then tomorrow night I am going to make all of you sleep in the rain.”

Even the seasoned homebody in Caduceus knows that’s the exact wrong thing to say to a group of damp and grumpy adventurers - if the mood in the dome was mischievous before, it takes a steep dive into outright evil.

Beau cracks her knuckles. “Yeah? Let’s see what you have to say when we tickle you again tomorrow.”

And if Caduceus laughs as Caleb gives one startled owlish blink and then scrambles to hide as much of himself behind Caduceus as possible - well, that’s not from the tickling at all.

#Tickling #critical role #caduceus clay #jester lavorre #the mighty nein #bc i cannot tag all seven of them that feels illegal #chocfic

[bringmefoxgloves]

this is long. this is long and unbearably pretentious probably for a fucking horror movie that came out 18 (yes... 18) years ago. some completely insane, out of order rambling, near incomprehensible thoughts on finishing the saw script read thru (all based on the script a lot of which was left behind on the cutting room floor by the time it hit screens but STILL):

adam feeds a stray cat when he lives in what could arguably be called squalor, when he likely struggles to acquire food for himself. he feeds the cat because it does not judge him. oh, adam.

zep becomes more tragic of a figure when there’s the inclusion of him wailing at the drawing of diana and her father. zep, who cares too much for his patients, who is tested because he hides in the shadows. zep who even though he knew he had to kill alison and diana, tried to calm diana at the end. he was already tragic for being just another pawn in the game, but it becomes even more so with that added detail.

with every detail revealed about lawrence’s surroundings, we understand him to be neat and functional-“i had everything in perfect order. my whole life was in order”-which is betrayed in how clean and sterile everything about him is. his briefcase, perfectly organized. his office, spotless. his house, perfectly arranged. he even corrects the placement of the vase when alison puts it down. 

for lawrence to wake up in the specific setting of the bathroom, filthy and wet and covered in mold and human excrement, lit by broken and harsh fluorescents? it’s a specific jab at him, a needle under his skin, forcing him to exist there, out of all other places possible. exactly where he must feel the (dare i say almost compulsive?) need to clean, to erase the blemishes and the rot and dust (an offshoot of his job, as a surgeon, the person who cuts out the disease, who sets the bone to be neatly aligned again, the one who cleans the messy insides of people, when he can’t clean up himself or his private life). the visual and physical manifestation of his greatest fear: things spiraling out of control (which they do), of secrets and dealings in the dark coming to the light (which they do).

adam and lawrence approach death differently. 

adam sees it as the unavoidable end to himself. he has wanted to die (which i would argue is more centrally the reason john kramer is testing him, not that he was spying but because of his own indifference to his life, and ultimately, his death) in fact, he thinks it would be preferable to life. ‘many days you have wanted to die.’ i can see this so clearly, all the little ways adam has tested what death would be like. not getting up to get food, because anyways the fridge is empty. sleeping where ever he ends up laying down his head, unable to walk even the short distance to his bed because he’s so tired. pushing away everyone in his life with his anger so he can say ‘see nobody would care.’ 

and yet? by the end? adam is so valiantly struggling for life, to protect his life, to protect lawrence’s. (side note to this: adam might not care about his life/death but he cares about everyone else’s. he attends protests, he has a poster of che, he wants life to be better. he wants life for lawrence, alison, diana. zep’s in the end after, he’s remorseful. hell he even has sorrow for what he thinks is a corpse, for this unnamed stranger dying. adam cares about life, just not his own. until the end.)

meanwhile, lawrence? he sees death every day, has to give death sentences and feel people die beneath his hands and he has come to a conclusion. death is nothingness, its decay and disorder and chaos. it is the antithesis to life, life in any level of worth. he might work around it, might encounter it every day, but he fights it, he is raging against it, hell he doesn’t even keep live flowers in his house so he won’t see something else die. he presses adam on why he wants to die so badly, and in the end, can’t avoid it claiming that very person. he wants adam to fight like him for life and in the end adam does. 

in addition, i find the interaction between alison and lawrence so fucking interesting. she sees his requirements of keeping up appearances, his false front of being happy. she asks him ‘there's the way things look, and there's the way things are, lawrence. which one do you care more about?’ which is absolutely about their marriage and their storybook perfect life, but also very much about him, as a human being. he later says he was in awe about her being able to give a damn about other people, which is contrasted with lawrence’s desire of giving a damn about what other people think of him.

lawrence’s already passing on this trait of concealing what is the truth of the self (oh oh concealing the answers, which adam accuses him of vs him calling adam a liar, the worst thing he can think of) to diana, who he tells that he worries about her becoming too ‘yippy’, of laughing too much. which, what a cruel thing to tell to a child. and yet there’s also in that line a kernel of truth about lawrence himself. ‘some people find that very annoying.’ oh lawrence, was that you as a child? did you laugh too much too?    

one thing that strikes me is how insignificant adam must feel. ‘i am alive AND i’m nothing.” working nights, just watching human after human after human betraying love and trust, and how that warps his views of the world. being yelled at by neighbors, and yet still so desperately trying to connect with them. failing out of high school. being stabbed with a rusty screw by what he considered his best friend, how that stayed with him through his life.

adam being an only child, lonely in childhood, lonely as an adult. alone, and singing loudly to himself. adam, with his perfectly folded paper planes, a solitary child’s pastime. adam wanting to be a vet, a mirror to lawrence’s surgeon, but notably turning towards a patient he feels will not judge him, who will be silent companions.

the intimacy of the plot being spoken through the pipe.  

speaking of adam accusing lawrence of concealing answers vs lawrence calling adam a liar, there’s the added bonus of adam calling his camera a mirror, of only showing what is put in front of it.

also lawrence vs carla. ‘you’re not leaving me, are you?’ vs his daughter’s same question. lawrence calling her talented and saying she shouldn’t be here in this dirty hotel room (there it is again, dirty), lawrence calling himself wrong and weak. and then jigsaw calls him ignorant. oh the irony.

‘for the first time, adam looks like the boy he is.’ oh... fuck. read that and immediately inhaled and the next line hit me like a punch. ‘because ... i didn’t know you. i didn’t know what you would do.’ adam, above all is fearful of backlash, of retaliation, has been his entire life. and then there’s the past tense. ‘i didn’t know you’ as in he now knows lawrence. he knows him now. i just *SCREAMS*   

fucking ‘I NEED YOU’??????? ADAM EXCUSE ME

during zep and tapp’s struggle, zep using a toy train to hit tapp, who, frankly, embodies a train. relentless, stuck in a single track, unable to stop. 

lawrence changing after the electric shock, becoming ‘animal’/’like a caged animal’. and like any animal caught in a trap, he saws his own foot off. 

adam wants lawrence to wake up, but once lawrence does, adam immediately sets to convincing lawrence that he wasn’t lying when he was shocked, when lawrence accused him of acting further. once again, that dichotomy of lying vs truth.

diana and alison after, the ‘i love you, i love you, i love you. do you know how much i love you?’/ ‘i do now.’ THE ‘ALISON LAUGHS HER LOUD, UNIQUE LAUGH.’

tapp early on says the fog can conceal a suspect right in front of him, and then he chases zep, the false suspect, through fog. his partner, sing, dies in a fog filled warehouse. tapp is racing, stumbling through fog, his entire life, unable to see what is barreling down the track in front of him.

oh lawrence. literally ripping his hair out in anguish.

adam finally realizing he wants to live. ‘this is not the answer.’ that he wants to see his family again, the mother he placed a question mark after, the father who was angry, is angry. i have a lot of dislike for narratives that require children to return to the parents that hurt them, but adam? adam thinks its his mistake for not seeing his family. adam.... it’s not. i promise it’s not. but he sees this as a way to try and reach lawrence in the pits of his despair. 

tapp again, with the theme of blindness, ‘gun out like a guiding stick.’

adam is still trying to desperately reach out, to lawrence, to pull him back to him. ‘it doesn’t matter how far down in the pit we seem, there’s always hope. you told me that.’ except, lawrence didn’t. he said ‘it’s never too late.’ except.... it is. the deadline has passed, lawrence believes his family is about to be slaughtered, the phone is out of his reach. 

the gun becoming a guided missile in lawrence’s hand. 

‘you wanted to die.’ / ‘i want to live! i want to live!’ just......

‘for a split second we see the old lawrence’. the sorrow has overwhelmed lawrence, the chaos hurtling towards decay, the saw has gone through. lawrence is changed.

adam killing zep with the chain, not the lid. adam hissing ‘you’ll die with your own chain.’ but oh, adam, you’ll die with your own chain.

‘for the first time, they touch, when lawrence takes adam’s hand.’ okay i was not expecting to bawl in reading the fucking saw script but that’s the magic of leigh whanell and james wan i guess. 

‘AM I GONNA BE OKAY?’ / ‘I WOULDN’T LIE TO YOU’ FERAL SCREAMINGGGGGGG ‘am i gonna be okay?’ ‘are you gonna leave me?’

‘the silence without lawrence is almost too much to bear.’ adam, now fearing being alone again.  

jigsaw, i think, would have happily taken adam as an apprentice/disciple. he says he’s surprised by adam. that ‘the pawn did what the knight couldn’t.’ WHICH OOF. implications. jigsaw considering lawrence the knight, and all that implies. and also ‘you’ve murdered an innocent man.’ which....... how that’s said? the inverse applies to adam. adam was the innocent man.

OKAY so that was wayyyyyy too long and i’m just slowly losing my mind but ughhhhhh the themes, the parallels, the implications, the ideas. i’m just gonna lay down now.

#saw #cai babbles #pls chime in on my utterly insane rambling i would love to know our thoughts #your thoughts* oops

[xxyumeno]

She knew the medicine would hit quick not long after she took it. Really, it was something she should of been used to by now, and yet the sweet call of sleep constantly tried to drag her down into it's clutches as she walked. So far the yawns that had threatened to escape had been suppressed, but that said nothing for how often eyes tried to close. And for the umpteenth time they tried it resulted in feet stumbling on a path crossing vine that really should of been cut back. Oh wait. It came with the dorm didn't it? She became all of a stagger, grasping the arm of her partner before landing flat on her face. An exhale in relief as she glanced upward awkwardly.

"Good job Cater-senpa--..." A trail off of her words for a moment when cheeks dusted rose. "...Mmm. Cay-kun, is here otherwise I might just fall asleep and get swallowed up by the forest." Quiet chuckle finally escaped, hand lowering until she would clasp it around his. "Hehe.. Your hand is warm. I should be able to stay awake a little longer now.."

Most of that had probably been half asleep babble she'd become oh so flustered about after a good nights sleep-- But that didn't make said words any less sincere.

            ❝ Huh? ❞ Cater said instantly taking notice to how Kazuha’s words would trail off not to mention the tune of her voice sounded a bit drowsy. He couldn’t help but chuckle finding it cute. It was more than obvious she had taken a potion given to her by the school’s nurse. ❛ Morgana-sensei may seem like an ass at times. But he does have a good heart where it needed. ❜ Cater thought as he also thought himself to be one of the luck ones to not get tossed out of the infirmary window. Staying safe paid off.

   ❝ My hand warm now is it~? ❞ Cater decided to poke a little fun at the dozing off Kazuha as they walked to Ramshackle dorm. ❝ You sure you’ll be able to stay awake? I’d think warmth would put someone sleepy to sleep. ❞ he chuckled as he gently squeezed her hand. ❝ If you do happen to fall asleep on the way back I can princess carry you the rest of the way. ❞ he was being serious about this.

@genkifestivals + kazuha &&. unprompted interaction // always accepting // can be continued

#genkifestivals #gfestivals;; kazuha gohan #🕊 ＊ answered ask. i answer ~ just breathe #🕊 ＊ answered ic. cater diamond 「 welcome to Heartslabyul the dormitory ruled by the strict queen!" 」 #🕊 ＊ twst verse. you can hear me right? you beyond the door and just you wait let's go to wonderland

[bellatrixobsessed1]

From Chin To Yon Rah (Part 30)

She knows that there is not a soul left in the world that cares for her. She knows it because if there was, someone would have reached out and taken her hand. Someone would have realized that she was slowly dying and they would have given her at least a little sip of water and a small morsel to eat. 

Nobody does. 

Because nobody cares. 

For all of its heat, she is certain that the Fire Nation is colder than the poles. 

No wonder she herself is so cold.

Her body aches and pains in ways she hadn’t thought possible. Dehydration leaves her muscles cramped without mercy. She puts one foot in front of the other, over and over. Her mind has grown numb to all else. Her head throbs and she has run out of sweat. She stumbles and pitches forward. She doesn’t have the energy to pick herself back up and so she drags herself on all fours. Crawling on her hands and knees. 

She doesn’t think of anything else, just of moving limb after limb until she finds herself at the base of a cliff. The Black Cliffs she realizes, faintly. She drags herself to the shoreline, tears welling in her eyes. 

She greedily laps at the water, feeling just as uncivilized as she has become. She thinks that there is nothing left of who she had been. Nothing good anyhow. She is certain that she has still retained and regained all of the most unsavory bits. 

After helping herself to copious amounts of water, she lets her body fall limp. Arm outstretched, her fingers dip into the water. Water that laps gently at the sand. The cliffs tower high above her, shadows washing over her. Atop them, short strands of grass sway and swish. A fuzzy green to adorn the otherwise craggy landscape.She bunches herself up; at the very least she will have a nice view to go with her death.

She doesn’t expect to wake up but she does. And she awakes to familiar pains. At least she is no longer thirsty, at least the water cools her body. At least she can refill the waterskin. But how terribly her stomach pangs. And the sun burns on her skin sear a bright red. Her skin is already peeling in places, she feels even less human.

She climbs to her feet anyhow, dizzy, swaying. 

She walks for miles, empty headed, reduced to nothing but the aches in her stomach and feet. The throbbing of her head. 

She isn’t going to make it, she isn’t sure why she is trying. 

She wonders if her corpse will be found and if she will be buried respectfully or unceremoniously. Perhaps her body will rot where it falls…

Approaching from the other direction, she sees the first people that she had encountered in days...weeks? 

She wonders if it would make a difference to tell them that she is their princess.

She recalls her haggard state and wonders if they’d believe her.

She approaches them.

She opens her mouth. She knows that she had.

But the blackness overtakes her--she isn’t sure if she had gotten any word out. Her body, spent and at its limit trembles all over even in sleep. She doesn’t wake up for some time. And when she does, she wakes alone. Alone and somewhere entirely new. 

Her heart thunders in her chest; where have they taken her? Is she dead? It’s dark. She chokes out a little sob. She doesn’t know where she is or how she got there. She shivers; what if she has gotten herself mixed up with the slave traders? Agni, can’t the universe at least let her die a free woman?

But her hands, her ankles...they aren’t bound.

Curiously, her middle doesn’t ache quite as terribly. They, whoever they are, must have fed her. 

Azula sits up and the tarp falls away. She looks around and her eyes fall upon a stocky man with a full beard and ample eyebrows. “What…?” She gestures to the tarp. The man catches it before it can blow away entirely.

“It was to keep the sun off of you.” The man says gruffly. He is a soldier. She thinks that she recognizes him. She can’t put a name to a face right now, neither can she put it to a memory.

Still shaking, she rakes her hands through her hair. 

Her hair!

Her dismay must have registered on her face because the man states plainly, “Matted. We wouldn’t have been able to comb it so we cut it.”

She falls back to the floor of the cart. It doesn’t matter. Long, lustrous hair is for the dignified anyways. She bunches herself back up. 

“We’ll take you as far as the outskirts of Caldera City, then you fend for yourself.” 

She manages a small nod but inquires, “why did you pick me up at all?”

“We’re not savages. We’re trying to show the world that the Fire Nation isn’t cruel.” The soldier shrugs.

But compared to everywhere else that she has been, it is. Very much so. 

“But we’re not about to give rewards to someone like you.”

“Like me?” It is an impulse to ask.

“Dirty. Dumb. Useless. You haven’t earned your keep.”

And now she recognizes him. He had been one of Admiral Zhao’s subordinates. Arrogant and dumber than he thinks she. She has earned her keep more than thrice over. It isn’t her fault that the universe keeps stealing it away from her. 

It isn’t her fault that the universe has a vendetta against her specifically. That it is trying to give her the fill of bad luck she had missed. Maybe in another fourteen years--maybe eleven to twelve if the years she has suffered already count--she will fall into another era of fortune. 

Maybe if she can last that long.

“You gonna get a job when you get to the outskirts or are you gonna…”

She doesn’t have the patience to listen to him anymore. Doesn’t have the patience for small minded assumptions and baseless judgements. She doesn’t have the emotional energy to deal with her own former ideals thrown back at her again. And again. And again…

She isn’t sure how many times she has to pay for them.

When it will end. 

When the world will finally acknowledge that she is doing her best. That she isn’t evil through and through; that she is just a woman who wants a home and peace of mind…

The rocking of the cart jars and unsettles her.

She thinks that she has learned it quite a while back but more subtly, kindly; that day she learns not to sneer at those who are down on their luck. She doesn’t know them. They don’t know her.

.oOo.

She is almost overwhelmed by how much attention she is getting. Mostly it is from Sokka who holds her as close as he physically can. But it is from Zuko too, who fixes her some tea (“just the way uncle always makes it!”) and from TyLee who gushes over what a caring mother she is until her cheeks grow red. It comes from Mai who brings her scrolls to read and occupy her mind with. From the servants and Lo and Li...

Caihong hasn’t spoken with her since she delivered the bad news nearly four days ago. 

“Trust me. Children are just like that.” Ursa insists. “She’ll come around.” 

But Azula hadn’t. 

She still hasn’t. 

She is still angry with the woman. 

The woman who had left her feeling neglected and hated for much of her life. The woman who, with uncle in tow, finally made her appearance--and at the worst possible time--two days prior. 

And yet the woman has her hand on the small of her back and rubs in small circles. At least Iroh knows to keep his distance. But really, aside from the lashing of her tongue, there isn’t a particular risk in pestering her. 

Ursa reaches out and grazes her fingers over the scar on Azula’s neck. The princess flinches back and her mother grimaces. 

“What happened, dear?”

“Ask Zuzu.” She is so tired and she doesn’t feel like explaining it again. She really doesn’t feel like dealing with more pity. 

“She’s been through a lot.” Sokka takes his seat at the edge of the bed. “And she can use some fresh air. Let's go for a walk, Azula.”

“I’d rather not.”

“You shouldn’t just sit in your room all day.”

“I’m not. I leave occasionally to get something to eat and have my bath…” 

“What about to socialize?”

Azula crinkles her nose and he laughs. She is in utter distress and he is laughing. “Talking to people isn’t that bad. Look how nice all of the Earth Kingdomers were to you.” He gestures to her journal. 

She takes it in her hands and stares at it for sometime before shoving it into Ursa’s arms. “Talk to me when you’re done reading it.” 

“Azula--!?”

“You haven’t even read the first page yet.” She scoffs. 

“You shouldn’t be so mean to your--”

Azula cuts him a glare.

“Strawberry garden, let’s check on that.” This time it is a nervous laugh. 

She grabs his hand and quite roughly. She doesn’t mean to be so rough, but he doesn’t even flinch. Caihong is already in the garden when they arrive, babbling away with TyLee. She holds Bao up with a delighted squeal. 

Azula sits down next to the child who turns around with a “hmph!” 

“Oh come on, Caihong,” TyLee tries, “Azula really wants to talk to you. She cares about you a lot.”

Caihong folds her arms, “nuh-uh, she makes me sad.” 

Azula’s stomach flutters. 

“Sometimes bad things happen, Cai.” Sokka tries. “She didn’t make this thing happen she was only telling you what happened.” He pauses. “Don’t you think you would have been sadder if that bad guy took you back to WuJing and no one was there?”

Caihong’s pout grows. 

“At least now you have me and TyLee and Zuko and…” He lifts her up and turns her around to face Azula, “you have a mom.”

“My mom died.” She says plainly, fidgeting with Bao’s claws. “‘S not fair.” 

“No kidding…” Sokka mutters. “My mom died too. Sometimes there are just bad people, Caihong. And they take really good people away. But there are lots of other good people and you have to talk to them.” He scoops her up and plops her into Azula’s lap. 

“But…”

“Is Azula a bad person?” TyLee asks.

Azula cringes at the question coming from her.

“Did she do something bad to you?”

Caihong looks up at her with those bright green eyes and shakes her head. 

“Did she do something good for you?”

Another glance is accompanied by an affirmative nod. “Lots of good things.” Caihong mumbles into Bao’s head. 

“So why are you mad at her?” Sokka asks. 

Caihong thinks for a moment, “she told me about the bad people.”

“And you didn’t want to hear it?”

Caihong shakes her head again. 

“Would you have rather heard it from someone else?”

Another head shake. This time her little fingers curl around Azula’s hand. 

“Do you still want Azula to be your mommy!?” TyLee clasps her hands together. 

Caihong pauses, squeezing and squeezing Azula’s hand before nodding once more.  Caihong nuzzles her cheek against Azula’s chest and Azula holds her close. She strokes at the child’s hair. “Bao and I were having a cave adventure.” 

“A cave adventure?”

“Mmhmm, see.” Caihong points at a small hole that she dug right in the middle of Azula’s strawberry garden. The princess sighs. 

“Did you find anything in the caves?”

“Rubies!” She declares, gesturing to the slain corpses of her strawberries. 

“Those rubies weren’t ready to be mined yet.” She mumbles. 

She isn’t sure why, but Caihong laughs. People, she decides, laugh at the strangest things. “You can plant more rubies, mom!” 

Mom…

Mother…

She could have had so much…

.oOo.

Even after tucking a newly happy and babbling Caihong in, Azula is very quiet. Sullen and withdrawn. Sokka sets a platter of roast duck on her nightstand, “you didn’t come to dinner?”

“I’m not hungry, Sokka.”  She doesn’t look away from the ceiling. She absently toys with the curtains draped over her bed. He doesn’t push her this time, though he decides that he will be delivering an extra nice breakfast to her in the morning. He lays himself down next to her. He very nearly springs back up, unsure if they have reached a point where she is comfortable with him laying on her bed. But she rolls over and reaches for his hand. 

“You haven’t even changed out of your day clothes.” He observes. 

She gives a slight shrug, “they’re comfortable enough. I’ve…”

“Slept in worse?” He rolls his eyes. 

She nods. 

“You’re going to be alright, Azula.” He promises. 

“Perhaps.” 

He sighs, they have been so focused on reassuring Caihong that he has forgotten to comfort Azula. He is certain that the princess has been neglecting herself too. “Ya know, everything we said about family applies to you too? Do you want Caihong to be your child?” 

“Of course, Sokka. I wouldn’t have gone through all of that trouble if I didn’t.” 

“Do you…” He swallows. “Do you want a new lover? A new husband?”

She is quiet for a very long time but she doesn’t withdraw her hand. “I don’t want to replace Hajime.” 

“I don’t want to replace him.” Sokka replies. “I want you to talk about him and tell me about him. But I want to be Sokka, I don’t want to take you on the kinds of dates Hajime took you on, I want to…”

She presses her fingers to his lips. “You talk too much. I got the point the first time.” She rolls back onto her back. “I know that you aren’t replacing anyone. You are Sokka. That’s good enough for me.” 

He takes his chances with moving closer to her. Having success, he slides his arm around her waist. She is quiet for another long span. It might have left him feeling anxious had she not let him trace his finger over the line of the scar on her belly. It is rougher in comparison to her otherwise delicate skin. 

“I don’t think that ‘good enough’, is exactly the right phrase.” She speaks again. “It’s…” she trails off. “It’s something new and it’s...it’s just as special.”  

#Avatar The Last Airbender #Azula #Sokka #Sokkla #Fanfiction

[arcadiaoaksusedbooks]

Day 3 and 4 of Nadia and family’s beach vacation!

Well, Nadia was still sore and recovering from her sunburn, so Alora opted for a stay-cay and wait until tomorrow to visit the aquarium. So Nadia and the baby stayed in Alora’s apartment to nap while Alora took Balor back to the beach for more beach playing around.

Aunt and nephew found some seashells to take home, and stopped by the boardwalk to get a snack and stock up on supplies for the trip to Monterey the next day. And Balor tried sushi for the first time! He was wary, because Nadia HATES sushi, but after trying a sliver of salmon sashimi, he absolutely loved it! Alora was happy to finally have someone to share some good sushi with!

Balor babbled happily to Nadia about his day when she was awake, and showed her some of the seashells she picked up. She was very happy Balor had a great day out with Auntie. Feeling better, she joined everyone out for dinner at a little fish and chip shack. The food was great, and everyone went to bed with a happy tummy.

The next morning, Nadia got up early to make breakfast, but Balor was dead asleep after such a long day yesterday. So Nadia and Alora made sure the kids had their sunstones charged and ready and took a rented car to Monterey Bay, heading straight to the aquarium first. Balor went CRAZY! This is his favorite place EVER! There were sea otters, and shore birds, and tropical fish and open ocean fish and sharks and sea horses! Kohsena slept through the whole walkthrough. 

Lunch and dinner (linner?) was had at the nearby town of Carmel where Nadia was eager to do some shopping. Everyone had a good helping of sandwiches before hitting the shops. Balor got bored pretty quickly, he hates mom shopping with his mom. But there was a toy store in town where he got his baby sister a souvenir plush otter. They drove back down home for dinner. Nadia was too tired to cook (Alora insisted she stop, because she’s on vacation) and everyone went to a sit-down Italian place with endless pasta bowls. Nadia and Alora LOVE Italian food, while Balor is indifferent and got full on breadsticks.

Everyone slept well after so much walking around and good food.

#Nadia's vacation #food mention

[pixieposts]

Febuwhump Day 25: Car Accident

AO3

Today’s prompt was “car accident” so I went modern.  I think tomorrows will be another companion piece, because it seems like a good fit to me!  It ended up pretty soft, I think I’m running out of angst 😅 anyway, enjoy

Specific TW’s

Panic attack

Hospital scene

Description of injury (non-graphic)

Fjord’s guilt issues

Fjord groaned as he shut the apartment door, dropping his work bag and stretching.  Another twelve-hour shift, and he was utterly wiped out.  He dropped his coat on the hook, tugging his long-dead phone out and setting it to charge on the kitchen counter.  The apartment was quiet, not that Caleb was exactly a loud person to live with, but it was quiet in that empty way.  Frumpkin wandered over with a mrrp of greeting.  He grabbed a glass of water and scratched under the cats chin, waiting for his phone to charge enough to turn it on.   

“Where’s your daddy tonight Frumpy?  Has he gone over to Veths again?”  

Frumpkin only purred, rubbing his head against Fjord’s hand.  

“Not chatty tonight?  Ah well, that’s okay, we’ll know soon enough I’m sure” 

He left the phone to charge, deciding to grab a shower and change.  If Caleb was at Veth’s then odds were good he’d stay over.  Ever since little Luc was born, he had been spending as much time as he could there, helping out.  Beau had been teasing Fjord that Caleb would be talking about their own kids soon, which was equal parts terrifying and hilarious.   

Showered and feeling much better, Fjord grabbed his phone and turned it on.  A few messages from Beau, one from Molly, one from Caleb and... a voicemail?  The only people who ever called him were Vandran and Caleb, but the missed call was an unknown number.  Weird.  He typed in his passcode and set the phone on the counter on speakerphone, intent on getting himself some dinner.  

“Hello, this is a call for Fjord Widogast from Nicodranas General Hospital”  

Fjord dropped his plate and grabbed the phone, putting it to his ear  

“-ave you listed as the emergency contact for Mr. Caleb Widogast.  There’s been an accident, and he has been brought in for treatment”  

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.   

The voicemail was from nearly 8 hours ago.  Caleb had been in an accident over eight hours ago and he had no idea.  What if he was... no.  No he couldn’t be, they would have called again. He grabbed his coat and threw his boots back on, racing out to his truck.  The hospital wasn’t too far away, he could get there in a few minutes if he hit green lights.  He cursed himself as he looked at his phone again, the battery was at 30% now.  If he had actually charged it (“like Caleb told you to” said a nasty voice in his head) then he would have been there.  He could have been there the whole time, he would know what was going on already.   

Caleb hated hospitals, he always had, and now Fjord had left him alone and injured in one for hours.  He was probably terrified.   

If he was awake... if he was alive.  

Fjords chest was tight now as he drove the familiar roads, breathing was becoming more difficult.  He had to get to Caleb.  He pulled into the parking lot of the hospital, took his ticket with shaking hands.  He had no memory of the drive, his heart was beating too fast in his chest.  He knew he should stop, breathe, try to calm down, but he couldn’t.  The nurse at the desk looked concerned when he walked up, his eyes narrowing as he took in Fjord’s expression.  

“Can I help you sir?”  

“Caleb Widogast, I’m here for- is he okay?  My phone died and I-”  

The nurse stood and walked around the desk, pulling him gently to a chair. 

“Take a breath sir, you’re no good to anyone if you’re panicking okay?  We’ll check the system for you”  

Fjord nodded and tried to focus on his breathing.  He hadn’t had a panic attack in months, he closed his eyes and counted.  It was a technique Caleb had taught him... three seconds in, hold, three seconds out.  After a moment his chest felt closer to normal and he looked at the nurse again, embarrassment colouring his face.  

“There now, my colleague says your...”  

“Husband” 

“Your husband is in recovery.  If you follow the blue line on the wall, he’s in room 143”  

“Thank you” Fjord stood, taking another breath “recovery means-” 

“He’s doing fine, yes.  Go on now”  

He nodded to the nurses again and made his way down the hall, following the blue line they had pointed out.  The sterile scent of the hospital made his nose itch, and he walked faster as the room numbers climbed, finally stopping outside 143.  The curtain on the window was pulled up, but his view of the hospital bed was blocked by a person in blue scrubs.  He opened the door and they turned, smiling and stepping back a bit so he could see the bed.   

“There now Caleb, look who’s here” 

“Fjord!”  

Caleb sat up, causing the woman to tutt and push him lightly back against the mattress as Fjord cleared the space in three long strides.   

“If you move about like that you’ll pull your stitches” 

Caleb didn’t respond to her, just holding out a hand to Fjord who took it immediately.  He made quite the picture, dressed in a hospital gown and surrounded by the beeping machines.  Both hands had IV’s in them, which made Fjords skin itch to see.  His right arm was up in a sling, clearly broken, and there was a large piece of gauze taped to the right side of his jaw. Bruises covered most of his right side as well as far as Fjord could see.  He felt guilt rip through him again, Caleb had been sitting here in pain and alone for hours.  

“Cay... oh sweetheart I’m so sorry.  What happened?” 

“It ah... it’s a bit fuzzy” Caleb looked up at the nurse, brows furrowed. 

“A drunk driver hit his car” she supplied “the fuzziness is a mild concussion, it’ll clear up in a few weeks” she turned to Fjord “he’s also got three broken ribs, the broken arm and several nasty cuts that’ll need looking after.”  

Fjord nodded, squeezing Caleb’s hand gently, of course, he would look after him.  

“I’ve got a few more people to see, but we’ll be keeping him overnight”  

There were a few moments of quiet (minus the ever-present beeping of the machines) as she made sure everything was as it should be.  The moment she left, Fjord turned to Caleb and felt his chest constrict again.  

“Darlin’- Cay I’m so sorry, I should have been here.  If I had just charged the damned phone like you always tell me I...” he leaned down, pressing his forehead to Caleb’s hand “I’m so sorry, this must have been... gods Cay I was so fucking scared”  

He knew he was babbling, but he couldn’t help it.  The fear and the adrenaline from the call was starting to fade, being replaced by the horrible understanding of just how bad this could have been.   

“Fjord, Fjord look at me please?”  

He looked back up, guilt and sorrow and relief and fear all twisting in his gut.  Caleb just smiled tiredly at him, tugging his hand.  Fjord followed, getting the hint and settling himself lightly on the edge of the bed closer to Caleb.  He looked up at Fjord, before leaning slightly to press a kiss to his shoulder. 

“Schatz, I know you got here as soon as you could.  I have not had a good night, that much is obvious, but I do not blame you” he rested his head on Fjord's shoulder now, sighing “I am just glad you’re here now”  

“I’m sorry Cay- really" 

“I should be the one apologizing... the car is a write off”  

“I don’t give two shits about the car, it’s you I’m worried about.  That list of injuries was long”  

Caleb hummed, intertwining his fingers with Fjord’s as a response.  

“I think I will have to apologize to you again, when they let me out... there is much I will not be able to do for a while”  

“An excuse to be as obsessively doting as I want?  What’s to apologize for”  

“Mother hen Fjord will be out in full force I suspect” 

“Cluck cluck sweetheart”  

They sat in silence for a few minutes, and Fjord could feel Caleb falling asleep.  Slowly, and gently as possible, he helped him get settled properly on the pillows to sleep.  There was a padded armchair on the other side of the room that Fjord dragged over, settling himself down within easy reaching distance of Caleb’s good hand.  They might joke about it, but Fjord knew he wouldn’t be comfortable leaving Caleb alone any time soon.   

“Fjord?” 

“Yeah Cay?” 

“Try to sleep, I am going to be fine, I promise”  

“Love you Cay” 

“Ich liebe dich Fjord” 

#febuwhump2021 #febuwhumpday25 #panic attack #hospital scene #non graphic description of injuries #fjords guilt issues #critical roll

[ghostlypawn]

im just gonna babble about riley n cairo okay? okay. its mostly from cairos perspective. its 3am this could be garbage mama idk.

we all know that cairo and riley knew eachother since they were babies and grew up together,, like the spent every minute they could with eachother. as time went on they began to drift yet still call eachother friends simply because they dont have anyone else. they know everything about eachother from their favourite colour to deep secrets about their insecurities. their lives revolve around eachother so much that they dont know what life would be like without the other. they began to drift a lot when riley got on the cheerteam as a freshman,, riley for once has a interest that cairo didnt and she liked it. cairo however didnt; she felt scared and angry due to the unknown of the future, she relied so much on riley and now all her time was spent cheerleading which left cai alone. she made ‘friends’ with others but could never fill the hole that riley left; those friends led her to parties where she would get drunk to forget riley for a few hours. she would over-use socials to almost prove to herself that she did have friends other than riley and she could survive without her. she still remained friends with riley during the school day (they sat next to eachother in every non-designated seat class) but would find herself getting angry when riley had to practise at lunch/after school ultimately leaving her alone). sometimes people would make fun of rileys commitment to cheer which led to fights in the hallways after someone made a snide comment about her bow (though she’d never tell riley the actual reason for the fights). 

riley saw this change in cairo and ultimately felt bad for her, this was the girl who had helped her through middle school breakdowns and her first freshman year break-up which led to riley asking cairo to join the team. when riley proposed it to cairo she couldnt help but breakdown. she thought riley had started to forget about her. she felt stupid for wanting riley to be such a big part of her life but she truly doesnt know how to be without her, nonetheless she vowed to herself that she would try to become her own person. riley said that she’d always be by cairo’s side. as the years went on riley kept her focus on training to be captain whilst cairo kept up her social presence which ultimately led to her being crowned prom princess. she didnt enjoy cheerleading but kept to it to keep riley in her life. riley started to rely less and less on cairo which cairo noticed when riley didnt have a complete breakdown over the viral stunt (she was upset and disgruntled but not the the extent that cairo expected from her). she wasnt sure if it was because riley had become happier in life and didnt need help or it was because she didnt trust her but cairo reciprocated the action by bottling up her feelings instead of sharing them with riley. 

when riley became captain, cairo found out by a social media post. what she didnt expect was riley asking for cairos help preparing for the sleepover; cairo thought that mayb the old riley had come back now that she’d gotten what she wanted: to be captain. cairo obviously said yes and went to her house with the mentality of ‘act like it was before as if nothing happened and we remained close throughout the years’. she starts to feel happy and pokes fun at the viral video bc she thinks riley isnt overly bothered about it and she feels like her old self. its only when everyone arrives and riley gives her welcome speech that she realises this isnt gonna be like old times and riley is gonna be the kinda cheer-focused captain go-getter she turned into over the years. she, however, tries to make this fun for everyone (aka truth or dare) but riley is not about that and just wants to get on with the cheering. cairo spends all night trying to cater to rileys needs (finding annleigh, getting the pizza, being the first to put her phone away etc.) but riley doesnt notice or seem to care. in fact the only time riley doesnt talk about cheer is when shes talking about eva; which we know cairo isnt the happiest about,, she just wants riley to appreciate her like she does eva. i think at this point we start to truly notice cairos urge for a friendship with meaning because she begins to obsess over kate/chess (”trouble in paradise” she quips knowing full well its her and riley who’s having trouble). enter mattie covered in blood: cairo notices riley’s warning signs to her freakout so she follows her out. this is when cairo verbally mentions that she doesnt like the way riley treats her to which riley brushes her off because at this point she has no feelings for cairo and is only keeping her around because she has no one else. the defense scene is the last attempt and cairo holding onto the shred of their friendship hoping that if she can do this then she’s still of worth to riley and worth her time (and obviously it works,, kinda)

we know that cairo tried to contact her after that night to which riley straight up ignored her. she just wanted to know if riley was coping well and if they were going to rely on eachother during this hard time. she never knew how riley was dealing bc she ignored her but at least she knew she was in this alone. this was when she began to overthink that night, all the possible scenarios that couldve played out and all the culprits. she came up with many possible answers but the feeling in her gut was telling her it was the one she least wanted it to be. none of her previous ‘friends’ like her anymore after that night and dont want to be involved with the girl who was apart of the murder squad. when she finds out evas on the team her first thought is that this is truly the end of her friendship and shes going to be replaced by eva. but when she sees the state rileys in her heart cant help but feel bad for the girl knowing shes not in the best state of mind. and we see her try to comfort her throughout phoenix. (“you dont have a relationship with chess, kate” she cries subconciously knowing that, although very different circumstances, her relationship with riley is also dead and gone). at this point she only had herself to look out for so she gets super defensive when kate says shes going to the police and kinda threatened eva. then we get to the scene where cairo suggests that riley wouldve been blamed and rileys first instinct is to go no they wouldve blamed you; cairo sounds so hurt when she says this bc this is the moment she realises that riley has zero trust in her and riley has changed and outgrown their friendship. she cant even fathom the girl who she helped all throughout the years and the girl who helped her would blame her without reasonable suspicion. she tries to work out why riley is just letting this slide bc it just Doesnt make sense to her and the perfectionist captain riley she knew. for a short moment her thoughts go flying and before she knows it shes accusing everyone and everyone because it CANT be riley it just CANT. but when riley begins to breakdown she just knows that her gut feeling was right and it tears her apart to think that if theyd stayed closer friends this couldve been prevented,, if perhaps cairo still relied on riley then she would realise that cairo was there for her too but it doesnt matter bc its too late for that so she doesnt what she knows best and tries to deesculate rileys breakdown. she hates to admit that she misses riley sometimes and is scared that she will forever but she still goes on one day at a time becoming a better person than she couldve been if riley had still been in her life.

bonus: i like to think that due to their closeness they did harbour some romantic feelings during their middle school years however they didnt actually realise they were in love it was just what they knew/thought all friendships were like that. it wasnt until high school when they would think back on those memories that they realised perhaps there was something there but it doesnt matter now because theyve became too seperated for it to be anything.

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