#anyway uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

[fadetouchedfennec]

it beats for you

[graveperil]

The Ghost of You | Drabble

summary: You thought he was dead. He's supposed to be dead. You also thought you were stronger than this, but it turns out you're not. content warnings: AFAB reader, implied kidnapping (reader), attempting murder, use of evol on reader, light violence against reader (he steps on reader's head), caleb calls reader 'miss hunter', reader has PTSD and anxiety, puuuure angst, colonel!caleb a/n note: OUGHGHGH i promised myself i WOULD NEVER, but then I did bc caleb's trailers scratched my lizard brain. i love a man in UNIFORM RAHHH. if this isn't terrible i low key might make it a series idk x

The muzzle of your gun fits perfectly against his temple, like this was where it was always supposed to be. Despite that, your favored weapon has never felt so heavy in your hand. Maybe it's less the gun, but the weight of the life behind it. You hunt Wanderers, creatures beyond reason and humanity, but this?

Caleb’s eyes look back at you, not a Wanderer’s, although they’re just as cold. Your eyes dart back and forth, searching, praying, for any trace of humanity left in your childhood friend. Humanity or warmth? The hunter in you sneers, your breath tightening in your chest.

You’re supposed to be dead.

He grunts when you tilt the weapon, pressing it more firmly against him. All he had done was tilt his head and smirk, but all you had seen was the fire. All you remembered was picking up his death certificate.

Caleb’s sudden grip on your wrist startles you, warm and firm, although he doesn’t try to escape. He’s so unphased by the position you have him in and that in of itself is troubling.

His breathing hasn’t changed, still steady and even like you’re just old friends sitting down to eat lunch instead of enemies standing in the middle of a Farspace Fleet ship. Was he your enemy? The cold grip in your hand is so far from the searing, burning warmth of his palm around your wrist.

“Is this any way to treat an old friend?”

The sound of his voice is the same. A soft, deep timbre that leaves your knees weak and your heart quickening in your chest. Your hand trembles, noticeable enough that he smirks. It's infuriating that that hasn’t changed either. He looks at you the same; with calculating eyes and sly smiles, but the only warmth from him now is his natural body heat.

He shifts your wrist, bringing the gun from his temple to the middle of his forehead. The weight of that leaves you breathless, anxiety exploding through you in a way that nearly drops you to your knees. In such a simple movement you know too much - he’s killed before, many times. He knows how to take a life, the best positions to erase something that lived and breathed. 

Unlike you, who has only killed Wanderers and fought to uphold peace in Linkon City, he has been living a whole other life out in deep space, one that included blood on the barrel of his gun.

Your eyes flick to your weapon, to the spot where a slight indent is appearing in the crease of his forehead. If you pull the trigger now, it would kill him. 

It would be over in a breath, in a heartbeat, in a second.

“You’re not him.” You spit, voice raw and trembling.

Who are you trying to convince?

His smirk grows, cruel and ugly. 

You shift your weight, gripping your other hand to get it to stop shaking. When you blink, present and past overlap and you see him before - in preschool, high school, college, before his pilot program, before the fire. You see the kid you grew up with; the teenager, the adult, your crush, your everything.

You click the safety off.

“Do it.” He whispers, the heat of his breath ghosting against your skin. 

In a breath, in a heartbeat, in a second nothing happens.

Caleb chuckles, humorless. “I thought you were better than this, Miss Hunter.” 

The touch of his hand to your cheek brings you back, the old image of him fading. In a second the emotion clears from your eyes, your hand steadies. Everything in you dies at once. Your crush is dead. Caleb is dead. Whoever this is is either a trick or a hallucination or a Wanderer itself. The convictions you held when the soldier first dragged you onto the deck of the spaceship and all you saw was Caleb, Caleb, Caleb surges through you with certainty. This is not him. This is not the man you once loved.

He notices too late, eyes widening just enough that it betrays his controlled exterior. 

You think, maybe, you see a flicker of betrayal in the depths of his purple eyes.

The gunshot echoes through the room, bouncing around the deck. Your ears ring from your proximity, knowing you popped your eardrums, knowing it’s going to take a while for that to heal. But, you think, there is no such thing as healing anymore, this life has taken too much from you.

Caleb blinks, blood dripping down his temple. 

In a breath, in a heartbeat, in a second, you had shifted the gun and it just grazed him, lodging into the equipment behind his head. In a breath, in a heartbeat, in a second, you had failed, the goody-two shoes in you too attached to the man he was instead of the man he is now.

You shift the gun back to the middle of his forehead quickly, trying to make up for your lack of conviction with an empty threat. “Don’t move.” You say steadily, eyes cold, but not cold enough. 

He smirks, teeth glinting in the light. “Wrong choice.”

Your startled gasp suffocates you, lodging in your throat as gravity pins you to the floor. It's heavy, like many hands squeezing every inch of you, pinning you on your hands and knees at his feet. Panic consumes you, your chest straining against his gravity to get air into your lungs, but more pressure pushes you down, down, down until your cheek is pressed against the grating.

It forces you to be present, to realize your mistake goes so, so deep.

Bowed at his feet, you scramble to make sense of his Evol. That’s what this had to be, right? There was no click of a switch, nothing to turn the gravity up or down. Plus, if he did, it’d affect him too, but you can see his boot in your watery vision.

Back then, his Evol had only been vague manipulation. You remember the necklace he pulled to himself, the dog tag you gifted him on his first day of the Academy. You remember the only time he had boldly pulled you towards him by the weight of the necklaces around your neck, gathering you in his arms so sweetly you thought you'd die on the spot. The kiss to your temple had only solidified how much you had loved him.

The Caleb then had only ever used his Evol for little things. Soft things.

Now, the weight of his shoe against the side of your head is worse than anything, tears trickling down your cheeks.

It's not him its not him its not him its not him-

The surety of it hurts your heart. Despair tears you into tiny, tiny pieces that make you feel so small, so insignificant. All you had to do was take the shot and you’d be walking out of here alive. All you had to do was take the shot and your dead childhood friend would still be dead.

You choke back a sob, unwilling to give Caleb more things to hold over you. Sylus was right, the people closest to you are the ones who want to kill you the most.

The pressure of his shoe grinds you into the grate, cutting the delicate skin. Blood and tears mix, creating a sickly pool at the side of your chin, staining the pristine floor. 

“Now,” Caleb says like he’s taking a walk in the park, like he doesn’t have you under his heel, at his mercy. “Where were we, Miss Hunter?”

[shadow0-1]

Don't fear the reaper

[muzzlemouths]

HOT DIGGITY DOG

[bitchfitch]

why is it that every time my life goes to shit my first impulse is to mod a zine. My brain goes "Wow things are bad and stressful and awful in every way. Wanna add something even more stressful and less fun than the things you are failing to keep up with already?"

[bilolli]

Yo!

As some of you may know I'll be opening my ko-fi shop for the first time in mid november and I'll be honest, I'm finding it quite time consuming to oganize everything while attending fairs and drawing commissions. So today I went to the nearest postal office to get some info on the shippings costs and limits and I decided I'll sell the prints too! Though I'm a little unsure about how I should prepare them for shipping. I have 2 alternatives: big envelope with polyethylene interior or the classic cardboard tube. The envelope has significantly lower shipping costs than the tube but having never shipped worldwide I don't know in what condition it would reach you. Furthermore, since it is classified as a letter it has no traceability code while the cardboard tube would have one but it slightly ruins the print because I would have to roll it up to fit it inside.

I will probably ship keychains and other merch via registered post if possible because that way I can send small envelopes and still recive a tracking number but I have still to decide and see if that is possible even outside Italy.

[dammekblog]

im shaking hands witth you so hard sorry iff itt breaks your wristt ffrom tthe amountt off agreementt over here im getting ttottally samemaxed and uhhhhh uhh sotruepilled

"waaahhh waaah xefmek is abusive dammek is abusing him" justt say you live a privileged liffe GOD

[namranii]

hey, uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh- do you know TF2? can you write demoman x reader that cannot take alcohol (for whatever reason you want) ? thanks if you do end up seeing this :)

-🇲��� anon

yes tf2 is almost my entire blog (that and bully lol)

warning: mentions alcoholism and child abuse

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not mad or anything, its not like you could control your inability to swallow a single drop of any type of alcohol, but is a bit disappointed because he’s always wanted to spend hours drinking with the love of his life.

he decides to be a bit creative and do this anyway, but he gets you a Shirley Temple. its a win win, you get to spend time with each other and you don’t have to force yourself to drink alcohol.

you hated alcohol. it made you sick to your stomach, maybe because your father would beat you senseless after he’d spend hours and hours drinking as many possible bottles of Polmos Spirytus Rektyfikowany Vodka. or maybe it was because you wanted to throw up if you drank it.

demo man knew the story, and it may have helped him with his own obsession with Scrumpy. of course, the average person might assume that he wouldn’t care for his significant other, but they would be wrong.

that was the love of his life right there. YOU were the love of his life, someone who he never wanted to leave. and he would know whatever it took to make you as comfortable as possible. even if that meant learning how to live without alcohol.

[distant-velleity]

uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

azul twst?

i don’t remember if you were in that server but azul was the first TWST character i rped on discord (when i was barely a few weeks into TWST) and uh. I admit i kinda got him wrong but

anyway

he so silly im . RAHHHH. easily my favorite housewarden

[c-infinity-83]

🔥

music and pokemon

At this point I don't think it's an Unpopular opinion or anything but like an opinion people might still hate on. Anyways holy shit I think the collective of Tumblr need to broaden their horizons music-wise and listen to shit like rap and jazz and all. Hell we do too personally! We're working on it! But what with the recent Happenings™ in the music world it rlly shows that Most Of Tumblr Does Not Give A Shit About Music Made By Black People And Um! Hey. Hey. What the fuck truly. anyways get outta your [general you not @ you anon specifically DJSJSJDIFY] comfort zone what fuck! it will not hurt u I Prommy. oh wait this was supposed to be unpopular opinions ummm uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I think chonny jash is better than tally hall. I genuinely think he did his covers better than the original songs. listening to the originals now feels Bland and Weird to us. Though *looks at our system* I may be biased. is that unpopular i don't interact with either fandomUAJSDJFKDKSK

I CANNOT STAND KLAWF GET THAT THANG OUTTA HERE!!!!!!! IF I HAD TO PICK ONE POKEMON TO ERASE ENTIRELY FROM EXISTENCE IT'D BE THAT THING. WHAT FUCK IT'S SO UNSETTLING I CANNOT STAND ITS ASS is that an unpopular opinion i DON'T know. all i know is we finally have a least favourite pokemon oh my god

[rev-tone]

If you wanna leave here but stay in contact with me, I'm Rev-Tone on cohost And RevTone on discord, gaiaonline, subeta, uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Sure there's some more I could add but idk doesn't really matter anyways look at my recent gaia avatars

[seraphsix6]

Bleh sorry for being ded I’ve been uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh doing shit idk

Anyway uhhh I have no Satan art but idk if y’all will be ok with me posting some non-puyo puyo art for awhile????

[fkyumerica]

the UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH?? drug addict face means lets fuck people up

they have 8 or more generations

we went to side of younger ones

similar age group

older came over anyways, them and the first 5 generations drug to kill anyone around their older family members ONLY

[squiddlysq]

All y’all making young Bubby designs... you’re forgetting his ROOTS

[yamchaas]

I honestly feel like after Goku died he and Chi-Chi would make a good couple 🙈

Nay, Imma have ta disagree with ya on this one- Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh You know who would make a good couple? Yamcha and Tien 😏

[the-broadcaster6]

damn that's kinda sad.

you are a really funny person

anyway uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh SMOKE BOMB

Does your brain ever just break whenever anyone tries to give you a compliment or is that just me?

Bold of you to assume i get compliments