#crawling back into my cave now

[icy-gendango]

crimus

chrimpmas

blorbos belong to@venomous-qwille

[krixel]

Random thought on TDP S5: Callum briefly gets a look at the ‘returning lost spirits to their bodies’ spell and mentions that it requires special ultra-rare diamonds. Sure would be neat if that spell also required those diamonds to be crafted into something to work. No idea where they could find someone to help with that. Not like there’s a Master Craftsman with a vested interest in the outcome of that spell.

[distinctlywhumpthing]

hi:) I have a question: how old is Aiden really? It's quite strange to think of him as a child, even though Leo only thinks of him that way

— Masterlist —

@alittlewhump beta reads everything and fixes my last lines <3

CW: Institutionalized slavery, dehumanization, conditioning, panic attack, PTSD, typical Aiden.

“How old are you, Hon?”

The question sent a shiver down Aiden's spine. 

Leo took a sip of his coffee like he wasn’t in a hurry but his eyes never left Aiden’s face.

Aiden knew the Correct answer, could feel it like it had been punched into him like one of those label makers with the adhesive strips of blue plastic. Each letter turning the plastic white with the strain of absorbing its shape but it would never break. It was made to take it. Aiden swallowed and shook his head. It hurt worse to get it wrong than it did to say nothing at all. Even with Leo staring at him expectantly. He did his best to swallow the dread but he couldn’t dispel the crawling sensation that seemed to burrow under his skin. 

Leo sighed softly. “Okay, okay. Uhm, I know you can’t—I know speaking isn’t easy, but do you think you could write it down?” He opened a drawer where he stood on the other side of the island and pulled out a pad of square yellow papers with a pencil. 

What? His Master had to be joking. This was a test? Did he think…had he been misinformed? Aiden tightened his fist until the cut on his palm felt white hot and numb at the same time. He wasn’t aware that his breathing had kicked up a notch until Leo pulled back the paper and pencil. 

“Hey, never mind. Okay?” He shut them back into the drawer and took another sip of coffee that was deliberately slow.

But Aiden couldn’t seem to relax. All he could think about was the pounding of his own heart and he couldn’t even hear his breathing over it. 

“Easy, easy.” Leo was coming around the island with his hands raised. “It’s okay, it’s not important.” 

He couldn’t bring his shoulders down from nearly touching his ears, he couldn’t stop the rushing and pounding, he couldn’t stop himself from flinching away, nearly folding onto the counter when Leo’s palm came to rest between his shoulder blades. 

More rushing, pounding, hushing, shushing. As soon as recognized himself rocking to match the sound, his throat was closing and he was choking on the cry that came with the realization. His vision blurred and he thought the room was spinning, was sure he was falling.

But after he blinked away some of the tears, he realized Leo had turned him and held him in a proper hug.

It was Leo sushing him. It was Leo rocking him.

Aiden melted into the embrace like he deserved it. Just for a second, he told himself. It didn’t really matter. He was already broken and had already fallen apart. He wasn’t staying but he wasn’t going back. 

The sobs seemed to hitch from the exact center of the empty, aching void pressed against his ribs. 

He could only cry harder at the feeling.

— Masterlist —

@octopus-reactivated @maracujatangerine @nicolepascaline @mazeish @whumpy-writings @in-patient-princess @meetmeinhellcroutons @briars7 @thingsthatgo-whump-inthenight @jo-doe-seeking-inspo @neuro-whump @painsandconfusion @wolfeyedwitch @skyhawkwolf @haro-whumps @onlybadendings @peachy-panic @fillthedarkvoid @rabass @crystalquartzwhump @dont-touch-my-soup @jadeocean46910 @mylifeisonthebookshelf @hold-him-down @guachipongo

[ballpitwitch]

KEANU REEVES on stage with his band Dogstar at the BottleRock Napa Valley festival on May 27, 2023

[ineed-to-sleep]

decided to play the whole game again w nawen bc now I got her a fleshed out backstory + character development + most importantly. mods for pretty clothes

[sneakydraws]

Snapshots from this fic by @lietpolski !!! It’s soooooooooo cute I love the fondness and friendship between these two… I think that’s why I’m so happy at the use of “like” instead of “love” in these scenes! They like each other!!!!

[ardent-fox]

Galladrabbles: Flawed

Thank you to @thisdivorce for this lovely @galladrabbles prompt! I apologize for not being active and popping in just to hurt/comfort bomb, but I couldn't resist.

"Love is insane. You feel like you're always subtly asking: "Do you still love me even though I'm flawed?" And the answer just keeps being "Yes." - Gayassnatural

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"Almost done," Mickey gentles while pouring warm water over his hair, inked knuckles rinsing suds out into the tub.

His mother said it would break people's hearts to see him this way. She never told him how he'd feel in turn, guilt filling the hollow in his chest.

"Still love me?" It's weak and raspy after days of not talking. His face crumples at Mickey's excited gasp, content with so little after doing so much.

"Do I still- Fuck, c'mere."

Technically, it's Mickey who comes to him, kneeling inside the water fully dressed and pulling him into his arms. "Always."

[gilded-ghosts]

a babe, circa 1931 ✨

[ramblingoak]

It’s frustrating sometimes how one thing can just throw off your entire plan. I shouldn’t let things get to me but my anxious ass likes to overthink everything.

As long as I’m happy with something that should be all that matters, right? RIGHT?

Unrelated I finally started having some decent Copia on ICE! thoughts so I’m hoping to finish that soon. Might post a little sneak peek later? If anyone is interested 👀

Edit: Sneak Peek Done!

[atnightiscream]

Your Dullahan partner making you hold their head to your neck to give you ticklish kisses while their body stands behind you, threatening to tickle the hell out of you if you drop their head.

So giggle all you want, but don't you even think about pulling them away. It's your fault! You drew on their face! Take your consequences you little jerk!

[hyperfixatedfandomer]

As Quaritch watches Spider aim his bow with practiced grace, his attention inevitably turns to the boy’s wrists.

They are bruised. The bruises have almost healed but he could still make out the purple-ish outline of the handcuffs. The sight makes his heart drop in guilt. He should have never gone so hard on him.

.

.

.

Spider launches himself at Miles, laughing as they play-fight and fall into the grass. It’s lush and soft to their touch as they try to catch their breath.

Quaritch’s big palm cups Spider’s face as he settles, but his smile drops when he notices that the numerous scratch and teeth-marks have yet not completely disappeared. He could still clearly see them and, against all logic, he feels ashamed.

Miles catches his stare and only smiles reassuringly in response, pulling his son closer.

[sukunasun]

hi do you write dark content? is it possible we get stalker!geto pls!

sigh sigh...

its the competency for me...the amount of research he’s done, can't really be a stalker if you get caught, or if you don’t at least have a basic understanding of surveillance tech...it’s not difficult sure, where’s the challenge really when no one is safe, when information is so easily accessible, but he shouldn’t complain. after all what has years of experience given him? that he doesn’t go after every type of woman but the ones that happen to just have that little bit of resistance. enough to suspect, to be wary, but not enough that they wouldn’t fall for him. and maybe he genuinely likes you too, but only as someone to own and keep, i’d do anything to tap into that violent and psychotic level of devotion and love he’s so capable of. 

the layers will start to unravel eventually and he comes off a little bit on edge, unhinged too, so creepy how he has zero self awareness, that people are put off by him, "you can't keep threatening to kill the waiter," you say, a little worried at his violent outbursts, and how he's able to just revert back to being the sweetheart you fell for. calm and collected. the emotional whiplash is strong.—"you're right sweetie, i should have just killed him on the spot, that way i wouldn't have to waste my breath..."

the way he’s sending you random packages of the most specific items, how did he know the exact brand of perfume you use, or your bra size. the flowers he sends to your workplace are nice, but the messages are a little much though, there's only so many ‘i love you’s written on every square inch of scallop trimmed card a girl can handle, but still...nice nonetheless, beautiful even.

so expensive too, how could you say no, how could you return the boots you’ve been eyeing for months, your name left on a waiting list for the longest time and he’s managed to get them shipped to you in a matter of days. you wear the boots, the earrings, all these things he’s gifted you and he’ll take it as a sign of your approval, which is why he doesn’t think you’ll turn them down...not the drawings he’s made of the two of you entwined, holding hands or having him atop you, he’s even got the colour of your hair and eyes in the right shade. what an artist, and a writer too, or at least the ten-page fanfic he’s written will be a testament to his skill, pictorial the way he describes how exactly he jerks off to you, how he’d like to see the fear flash across your eyes for that split second he presses a knife to your skin, against fleshy thighs, should he carve his name there?— “i was just being poetic you know, i won’t actually do that stuff...” he laughs it off.  

and he loves listening in on your conversations, searching up every contact in your phone, everything he does leads up to this, to hear you say "oh i love him, we're soulmates, i hope we'll stay together forever,” and he can't help but smile. beauty is in the eye of the beholder and what he sees in you stems less from physical attraction but that you’d be willing prey, he’ll be patient, doesn’t care how long it’ll take because of the satisfaction he gets when it all comes together.

you’ll be so happy with him, caresses the photos he’s taken from dark corners, on a rooftop, some he’s stolen straight off your job website. pinned to his wall alongside maps spread open, coordinates he’s scribbled on a piece of scrap paper, bank statements and text messages, your blood test results and medical records, all the people who've wronged you framed in passport sized thumbnails, arranged in a neat, uniformed line, red crosses over the ones he's already taken care of...suddenly that annoying co worker who makes you work overtime has disappeared, and your ex-boyfriend hasn’t posted anything in awhile...but geto's a professional of course, never leaves a trail, whether by bullet or knife or his bare hands, he loves you enough to not get you in trouble, he wouldn't want that for you...

your eyes rake over them, it finally clicks—"you killed them,” you whisper, shocked. breaths puffing out hurriedly, your heart begins to hammer, pounding so loud you miss his thumping footsteps coming closer.  "i had to,” geto replies standing before his handiwork, the attention to detail, a whole masterpiece. 

he’s sympathetic, hates seeing you so upset, fingers coming up to graze over the picture of your ex-boyfriend, “he wronged you,” geto explains, then drags his hands to the next photo, fingers pointing to your colleagues, “and they were such a nuisance weren’t they? i didn’t like that they made you work so hard…i waited all night for you to come home,” his shoulders rise and fall as he lets out another sigh, one that carries memories of sitting by his multitude of screens displaying live footage from cameras he’s no doubt set up, wired microphones in every corner of your apartment. 

"i know you best, i’ve seen everything,” ; taking a nap at 2, then work on a dissertation at 4, his eyes never leaving you for a second. casually watching you while sipping on tea, eyes taking in your form lounging in a bed, plush pillows resting under your chin, against your hip as you tap away at your computer and knows just exactly what you're doing; he knows you’re catching feelings, that you have notes written out of date ideas and long, long letters you'll never send to him, 'bday gifts' and 'children's names' in a bullet point list, all the cute new outfits waiting in a cart, and there’s the porn...just that little thing he rewards himself with—indulges in the fact that somehow your tastes are very specific, why are tall men with long hair the only thing you search for, that you’re more inclined to, or that you specifically like listening to the audios with melodic voices, whiny men who get right up to the mic and beg. and sometimes it’s the other way around...how dark and depraved you are to like what he does to you, “we belong together, i can make you happy, aren't you tired of being alone?” he says then, after he’s wound the rope around your wrists and it starts to cut into the skin, he pleads, he cries, “i couldn’t live without you...we’re meant to be...don't you want to be loved?" knowing you waited so long to hear it.

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(inspired by a few lil messages from a discord chat with @sandsorghum ! )

[lenny-zesty]

hey. psst. i never said it here but i started a sideblog where i put @electronix-arts cat in situations. if you want pure tomfoolery (more than you get here) you should go check it out @tintinwhereheshouldnotbe

[alienboyss]

I love when people have smiles that scrunch up their whole face its so cute

[unsealed-box]

Huh. Guess DreamWorks changed their logo again or something - weird

[thevoidsylph]