#cw past abuse

[cry-ptidd]

I want Laura in love maaaaaannn I don’t care what she’s done, what would see really be like in love?like her actions, words, will sex be something nice for her instead of just corrupting some nun?like she actually enjoys the act with someone she cares for?

Laura's highly traumatized and unstable, so her view on that topic is very unhealthy. She views sex as a power play, something to satiate boredom, but being in love? That's not something she's used to. Her mind is all over the place, she's confused. Childish even.

She believes love is something that's unattainable for something like her. She doesn't need it, she doesn't deserve it. She's fucked up beyond repair and doesn't get to demand that luxury.

I mean, yes she's pining from afar, but how can she expect the subject of her affection to like her back? Impossible. She waits for them to harm her to regain that unhealthy sense of familiarity, and when it doesn't happen she gets scared and unnerved.

As to how she would act in love, it'd pretty much be how she acts with Integra.

She becomes more meek, quiet, she's fascinated and serviable. Like how wolves show submissive body language to indicate they like you.

But there's also an underlying defensive hatred because, well something must be wrong with this person to make her feel like this.

She wants to "corrupt" them, because it's familiar, because she views reciprocity of her feelings as the person debasing themselves.

Her love language is acts of service. Most of the time those services include bringing you the head of your enemies and ending anyone who made you uncomfortable because how dare they, or offering her body to entertain you for however long. I mean people are happy when they get laid right? The satisfaction feels nice, she wants her favored person to feel nice.

She sees them as a savior or a saint, puts them on a pedestal and shows her throat in submission.

She pines from afar and denies anything about it to the person but doesn't care to hide it to anyone else. She tries to scoot closer and invade their space when they're not looking or finds any excuse to be closer to them in whatever way, cleaning their room, being physically close when she can (outside of sex of course, she doesn't understand why but it feels nice to be close to someone even when they're not using your body). She denies it all in front of the person but openly says it to anyone else.

It's obsession, devotion, willful submission and fascination because control is a privilege and she's giving it to the person, jealousy of everything but not saying anything because she doesn't get to demand anything, so she gives them her everything and hope they're satisfied. She doesn't want them to leave like how she left her previous partners. The fact that Integra can't exactly leave her without killing her (which is a whole other can of worms) reassures her a bit as well.

Also, actual intimacy is something foreign to her so throw in a hefty amount of cannibalism metaphors.

Maybe it's all an idea of taming oneself out of love. It's bittersweet.

All in all, this is the quote that probably sums it up the best.

Also, I am currently writing a smut fic of Laura x Integra from Laura's pov exploring their relationship and the intimacy they share.

[shy-urban-hobbit]

CW: past abuse

Early on in their romantic relationship, after a truly shit day an over-stimulated Lambert pushes Aiden away with a snarl of how he "Fucking hates people touching him there!" when the other offers him a hug and one of his hands drifts to the back of Lambert's neck.

After the initial 'wtf?' reaction - because this is the first Aiden's heard of this and he's touched Lambert there multiple times over their years travelling together - he's willing to let it go. Lambert's set a boundary (no matter how harshly) and he'll respect it. Lambert however, feels that he owes the other some semblance of an explanation once he's calmed down.

He tells Aiden that it reminds him too much of when he was a kid. Of his father laying a heavy, threatening hand there while Lambert lied about how he'd gotten another black eye. How both he and the Masters at Kaer Morhen would scruff him to drag him kicking and screaming to places he didn't want to go. A crushing hand placed there to pin him down while he received yet another caning for being too mouthy, for not being fast enough, not being good enough. A parody of a comforting hand resting there as he was herded towards Sad Albert before being strapped down.

He hasn't told his brothers - he hasn't told anyone before this because it's nothing compared to Geralt having to shoulder the Butcher reputation and Eskel literally having people run away screaming as soon as they set eyes on him, and it's not like regular townsfolk and whores like to get overly touchy feely with Witchers anyway so outside of the keep it's never really been much of an issue.

From then on, Aiden is mindful of not touching Lambert there and loudly telegraphing his movements if it's a necessity.

[whump-card]

This Death That I Chose: Chapter 6

1171 words

CW: past abuse, implied past noncon, conditioning, self harm, pet whump, negative self-talk

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~~~

Tao and Marina raided Faye’s kitchen and made themselves chamomile tea; Marina’s idea, she was desperate to calm her nerves. They sat at the kitchen counter – meticulously clean, like all the spaces Faye occupied – and sipped their steaming mugs in silence.

Tao wouldn’t talk – couldn’t talk – because his head was full of the worst-case scenario. If the community voted to trade Karlo, Tao would have to get him out himself. Marina would have to come with, obviously, and maybe the three of them could make a run for Canada – but Karlo wouldn’t want to go, he would still believe he was putting Tao and his mother in danger. What would Tao have to do to force him to come with? How -

His thoughts were interrupted by the front door opening, and two sets of footsteps coming in through the waiting room. Becca and Faye were back. Marina and Tao exchanged a nervous glance, and rose to meet them.

The four of them convened at the bottom of the stairs. Becca wasted no time.

“We voted to protect him.”

All the air rushed out of Tao.

“Oh, thank God!”

Becca scoffed.

“It was fucking unanimous, Tao, did you really have that little faith in our people?”

“So what happens now?” asked Marina.

“Well, given that we learned from Lark – sorry, Karlo – that the Commander more than likely knows our location,” Becca’s eyes met Tao’s, “We’ve decided to give this place up and make our final push for Canada.”

They’d been nested in their current location for years, striking out and bringing home survivors and defectors. The little neighborhood had become their home, and Tao couldn’t help but feel a pang of sorrow at the prospect of leaving it. Making a final exodus northward had always been the end game, but the hope of finding more people to join them had kept them in place for a long time.

“So we need to start packing,” said Tao.

“We need to start packing yesterday,” Becca nodded, “We have no idea how much time we have before the Commander runs out of patience and brings down hell on us.”

“How long will it take to prepare?”

“Honestly?” exhaustion flickered across Becca’s face, “I have no idea. We’ve been here so long… It’s going to be hard for people to leave things behind.”

Tao recalled Marina’s home – her afghans, her books, her photos. He glanced at her, and found her looking fiercely determined.

“I can leave anything behind as long as I have Karlo,” she said.

“You gonna tell him?” Faye cut in, “He might make another run for it when he finds out.”

“I’m not lying to him,” Tao said immediately.

“Wait, what do you mean, ‘another run for it?’” Marina asked, frowning.

Tao sucked in a breath and reluctantly explained Karlo’s escape attempt. He left out the young man’s reaction to hearing his mother’s name. Marina listened silently, tears welling up in her eyes.

“He really thinks he has to go back, doesn’t he?” she said when Tao was finished.

“Yeah,” said Tao, “He does.”

~~~

Lark needed to go home.

The longer he stayed with the rebels, the more he was being… corrupted. Lark was a perfect pet. He never spoke about his life before, he was so infallible he never even thought about it. That was how he had survived.

There had been four of them, in the beginning. Four young men, taken from different conquered towns.

There had been four soldiers with cattle prods, there to teach them what the Commander wanted from them.

It took four months, in a little shack on the outskirts of the Capital.

Asked to go home? Shock.

Didn’t obey? Shock.

Called out for their mother? Shock.

Talked amongst themselves? Shock.

Didn’t submit? Shock.

Cried? Shock. Or worse.

In one of the brief moments they were alone, in the dim and grime, Lark had held their hands and told them, “It’s easier if you just don’t think about home. Don’t think about your family. Don’t think about anything.”

They’d looked at him like he was crazy.

Even him.

In the end, Lark was the one who walked out of that building, while the others were carried. But Lark was under no illusions. Karlo was dead, too. Lark was a walking corpse. A beautiful, incorruptible corpse that obeyed every order of its master.

A master he was going to return to, one way or another.

Lark needed to get home before Karlo was resurrected.

As soon as Tao and Marina had left the room – no, as soon as their backs were turned – Lark had started shaking like a leaf. He couldn’t control it. He was supposed to be able to, but he just couldn’t, nor could he stop the sob that bubbled out of him.

I want my mom I want my mom I want -

NOT ALLOWED.

Crying wasn’t allowed. Thinking about her wasn’t allowed. Lark was breaking the Commander’s law, and the rules he had set up for himself in order to function. But there was no one here to punish him.

“What do you do when I’m not around, pet?”

Lark viciously bit his teeth into the pad of his right thumb, drawing blood and nearly separating a chunk of flesh. He froze there for a moment, panting, like an animal making sure its prey was dead. Then he licked away the blood and closed a fist around the thumb to apply pressure. He held the fist in front of him, and it was steady and still. No new tears ran down his cheeks. He breathed, deep and slow.

My name is Lark.

I am a good pet.

I do not cry.

I do not think.

I need to go home.

He sank back into the pillows, rolling the mantra around in his head. He descended into a hypnotic calm, separating himself from the world. Either the rebels would trade him back, or the Commander would come and get him. He was going home either way, and there was nothing more he could do to sway the outcome. He was just a pet, after all.

He was nearly asleep when there was a soft knock on the door. He opened his eyes as Tao entered. The man crossed halfway to the bed before stopping.

“The community voted,” Tao said simply, “We’re going to keep you safe.”

So you’ve chosen to die. Lark almost said it out loud, but caught himself. Good pets aren't opinionated like that. Good pets don’t talk the way he’d been talking to Tao.

I can’t fall out of practice.

(But Mom -)

NOT ALLOWED.

Lark could see it clearly now; he needed to convince these people that he was not worth keeping. They had no idea what he was; once they did, why would they want a disgusting sex toy around?

So he nodded. And he lifted his fist, slowly uncurling it, the dried blood sticky and the re-exposed wound stinging.

“Can you help me, sir?” he asked softly.

~~~

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Taglist: @angst-after-dark, @sunshiline-writes, @flowersarefreetherapy, @pigeonwhumps, @whump-em, @morning-star-whump, @thecyrulik

[whumpbump]

Cw: mentions of past abuse, whipping, death

Reactions to tragedy are vastly different from person to person. Whumper knew this and yet, they were still disappointed in what they got out of Whumpee when they showed them the video of them killing Whumpee’s family. Instead of screaming and crying or anger and wrenching at their chains, Whumpee sighed in relief and chuckled to themselves. This was the first keystone moment of their time together after the abduction and Whumper was utterly confused.

Pulling their belt off and whipping between each word out of pure, searing anger, Whumper asked “WHAT. THE. FUCK. IS. WRONG. WITH. YOU?”

Catching their breath, they again asked “What the fuck is wrong with you? I just showed you evidence that I murdered your family. Any normal person would be broken beyond belief. Why?”

Laughing, Whumpee uncurled themselves and took off their shirt to reveal a constellation of cuts and scars.

“You think I would miss the people who did this to me? The only reason I stayed with them was because I wasn’t ready to risk it on the streets.”

Whumper backed out of the room, trying to mask their emotions of disappointment and surprise. This one would be much harder to crack.

[wacky-nameless-inventor-24]

reminders.

[dead-dove-orchid]

Silly Guy ♡

[tiiracotta]

I participated in the TGCF Mini Bang 2022 as an artist for Withering Lotus, a modern heavy metal au fic written by Yabanned and beta-read by Leonidskies!

Working with Ban on this series has been an absolute joy and I love this fic and everything about the work process more than I can describe. Ban is a lovely writer and I recommend this fic to everyone who enjoys mostly fluffy and healing modern au fics with a twinge of angst! The Xie Lian lotus cover art was based on an idea and a sketch from Ban!

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[angrelysimpping]

October Prompt Day 18: Picking Apples

GN Remy (they/them); GN Reader (you/your); hybrids; cow tf; Remy fluffy cow AU; Reader refers to Remy as “Master,” Reader probably has Stockholm Syndrom; mentioned past abuse 

Words: 528

“What are you doing out here, silly beastie.”

You moo softly, tail swishing happily and ears perking up. You knew you weren’t supposed to leave the special pin Master put you in, and you feared the consequences for doing so, but luck seemed to be on your side today. Your Master just sighs fondly as they pat your head between your horns, pulling the lead they keep on their belt, right next to their whip, and clipping it to your collar.

You press against their side, tail brushing against their knee as you try to keep it from curling around their calf. Master didn’t like it when you were too affectionate with them with the farmhands around and you wanted to be good for them. But, it was hard. You wanted, no, needed to be next to them at all times. Needed to hear their voice and feel their touch and inhale their scent.

Sometimes, in the very dark of the night, you’d have nightmares of a life without them. Cold rooms and little food. Cruel eyes and probing fingers. When your shrieks and moos woke up the whole farm, your Master would come for you, comfort you. Sure, there were a few lingering memories from when they’d first taken you in, but you needed to learn your place. It was for the best. Now they kept you with them nearly all the time. Their “best producer,” they’d call you while dropping a kiss behind your soft ear. 

So, why didn’t they let you stay with them all the time? Why even put you in a pin at all? You knew they like having you by their side. You can tell from the way their shoulders relax as you butt your head against their chest with another soft moo, the way their lips twitch into a real smile as you look at them with something close to adoration. 

“Out here for apples, silly thing?” 

They gesture to the trees around you, branches weighed down enough with the coveted fruit that Remy can easily reach out and pluck one from the tree. They offer the fruit to you, holding it between their thumb and forefinger so you can eat from their hand. You shake your head in a no, leaning forward but not biting into the fruit. Instead, you press a kiss to your Master’s thumb, warm leather familiar on your lips.

“Master looked lonely,” you mumble, pressing another kiss to their gloved hand. 

Remy’s breath hitches, face growing warm as you travel up their hand, lips brushing over their wrist. 

They jerk away from you, the motion making your ears drop, heart aching. You didn’t mean to upset your Master, but it seemed you had. Tears gather at the corners of your eyes and you’re about to apologize for acting out when Remy lets a huff, tugging on your leash as they start to walk out of the orchard. 

“Come on, let’s get you back where you belong.”

You’d start crying, mooing out for forgiveness, if Remy was leading you back to the barn. They’re not. You know the way to your Master’s home by heart, after all.

[theirheartandsoul]

[An audio has been uploaded onto the account... would you like to listen...?]

//Warning for a lot fowl language, violence, along with threats (both of violence and death) and brief mentions of past abuse.

[The sound of stomping is picked up first, heavy boots thudding against wooden tile as someone storms down whatever hallway they're in, the sound of a distant conversation can be heard as the voices quickly get louder and louder-

"and that's why I feel like Charizard should be a Dragon fire type!" It seems to be Lance?

"Fucking piece of shit, keeping him this long because of damn Dragon types I swear to fuck-" The other voice sounds like Silver, but there's something off, clearly Adam is messing with his voice to make him sound different.

Suddenly the sound of doors swinging open and slamming into walls is heard, and things go silent, until Lance speaks up.

"Ah! Silv- Silver! It's nice to see-" "Shut the fuck up fuck face."

The sound of stomping boots once again echos in the audio, a chair scraping against tile and someone's clothes rustling follows after "Adam what are you doing?!" Is said not even slightly above a whisper. "Getting you fucking out of here, what does it look like?!"

"Hey! What do you think you ar-" "You've been holding O-... Gold in this damn meeting for too long, we're leaving." "Can't he chose that for himself?"

There's a beat of silence, you can almost sense the anger and tension in the audio.

"What do you fucking think dickhead? We're leaving." "But you just got here! You need to at least-" "I'm not listening to you drone on about fucking Dragons, stay out of our shit."

As the foot steps start again, the sound of a pokeball is heard, followed quickly by the snarl of a draconic pokemon.

"Ah, bad boy Soaring Sky, don't block the door." Lance says flatly, loud thuds occur in a rapid pace, followed by a harsh sounding thump followed by a rough snort.

"Oh, bad bad boy... well, I can't move him, so I guess you'll have to stay!~ You wouldn't want to make my Dragonite mad now would you Silver...?~"

There's a deafening silence, a low growl can be heard... "Adam... Adam it's not worth it- please just- A- SILVER-!"

The sound of fast footsteps can be heard along with the very loud SMACK of skin against skin, the sound of a chair knocking over, and someone falling to the ground, Silver's voice giving way into something much darker and more violent, only the recording can seemingly pick up what is said next. "If you don't move your dumbass dragon in the next 5 seconds I will send all of my ice types to ice beam him and turn him into the most bloody ice statue you have ever seen, then do that to you NEXT, you fucking understand?!"

A brief moment of quiet follows, the sound of the Dragonite breaks through it as it starts coming closer.

"You better get off me Silver, we don't want you to get a matching scar on your other shoulder now do- HMPF?!"

"You better shut your damn mouth before I follow through with my threat you abusive prick."

There's more silence from the two of them, the Dragonite stomps over faster, growl picking up in intensity before what sounds like a low Pyroar growl comes from... what seems like Silver's body, it rumbles and vibrates lowly in a threat of pure rage.

... The Dragonite shuts up.

"... We're fucking leaving."

The audio ends]

[atherix]

Chapters: 6/? Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP, 3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: mumscarian Characters: Grian, Mumbo Jumbo, Scar (hermitcraft) Additional Tags: Sickfic, everyone has a bad time, Watcher Grian, vampire mumbo jumbo, Elf Scar, Illness, Magic Series: Part 23 of Midnight Summary:

There are many magical maladies out there, so of course Scar has to have the most dangerous one.

[leadandblood]

EEEK, here it isss!!! First chapterrrr! Fresh Crozier-suffering, just for you <3

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: The Terror (TV 2018) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Francis Crozier & Thomas Jopson Characters: Francis Crozier, Thomas Jopson, Alexander McDonald (1817-c.1848) Additional Tags: Alcohol Withdrawal, Withdrawal, Nausea, Vomiting, Canon Compliant, Anger, Past Abuse, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Whump Summary:

Crozier's terrible horrible not good very bad week? No... Two... Perhaps... Perhaps more. Crozier is having a bad withdrawl and Jopson tries to help as much as he can, along with Dr McDonald. Lots of comfort to come, though the first chapter is very much without comfort.

[teamdilf]

While intimate, Petra asks Astarion to beg her for climax. A simple, erotic request, but the word has painful connotations for Astarion, and he finds himself spiralling and unable to push through as he once would have.

CW: PTSD flashbacks, references to past physical and sexual abuse, self-loathing and some unhealthy coping mechanisms with regards to sex.

Please mind the tags on this one - it deals with some heavy subject matter.

Hands fisting the grey silk sheets, back arching at the whispers of pleasure offered by his sweetheart. It’s good. It always is with her and Astarion is impatient; eager to slip between her legs and pleasure Petra until she comes on his tongue.

“Would you beg for me? Beg me to let you finish?” Petra whispers, giving his hard cock a squeeze and he whimpers as images fly through his mind. Begging for Cazador’s forgiveness. Begging not to be tortured. Begging for the vicious kiss of the blade to end. Begging for a death he would never be granted.

[churchydraws]

Red and Lilac would probably start screaming if they saw any rabbit animatronics because of Violet tbh. Glitchtrap just shows up and they both start crying and screaming in terror thinking Violet came back. And I feel like Glitchtrap would not make it any better, especially since he's an offshoot of Afton already that just decided he wasn't interested in the weird immortality shit Afton (and by extension, Violet) was. He may not be interested in that anymore, but he wouldn't pass up the opportunity to play boogeyman. Which would backfire very quickly and the rest of the siblings would kick his ass.

Building on that, all the siblings would be furious once they found out Glitchtrap was an extension of Afton. Because surely everyone else knew that, but just. didn't care or bother to tell them. Just decided to not tell them that "Hey! Heads up, this guy is a part of Afton's bullshit hivemind thing!" and thus is related to the guy who made them miserable and took over Sun and Moon's bodies, horribly abused two of the youngest siblings, gave Blaze abandonment paranoia and perfection issues, and made Harvest feel like he was inadequate compared to his siblings because he couldn't do anything to help free Sun and Moon. And that's not even getting into the child murder. The others knew that, and didn't do anything to warn them about it. Which further grows the feeling of isolation the daycare crew has with literally all the other animatronics except Monty.

Glitchtrap might feel bad for causing Lilac and Red to have panic attacks at least. Maybe.

[mitz-prompts]

prompt: cal, adam, and will were triplets

canon-typical content warnings for The Path

to be fair this isn't really a prompt so much as a fully formed idea in my head.

will, adam, and cal were all brenda's children (bear with me) but they were taken away from her because the father thought she was a bad mother (like in canon in The Path)

the father joins Meyerism, can't afford to support the children himself. goes to steve meyer for guidance.

steve, who i am taking many liberties with here because i barely know the guy, comes up with a divinely inspired reason that "the three boys must be separated as a test of faith. one to be raised by a poor man, one to be raised by a rich man, and one to be raised by us, and taught the way of our movement. and when they are grown, we will see which of them is prepared for the garden" or, look, some bullshit like that.

so will is raised by a boat mechanic, and adam is raised by his father, and cal is raised by steve. and none of them know about each other.

brenda probably tries to tell cal the truth on her deathbed but we all know how well that worked out (for those who don't - cal refused to see her, and therefore missed the message that she's sorry for letting him be abused by steve meyer for years. and sarah, who was supposed to pass the message along, chose to exclude that part because she believed brenda was lying.)

and steve dies too, before he has the chance to say final words to Cal, i guess.

SO. no one knows. until Hannibal fucking Lecter sees Cal Roberts on the news and is like. "mmm, let's put a pin in this whole season 2 arc and the tension and the lying, because Will, holy shit, you have a doppleganger and this is way more interesting than whatever the fuck we were supposed to be dancing around right now"

AND WILL WATCHES THE CLIP. of cal roberts arguing with professor neill. (aka cal defending meyerism on live television, despite the fact that he's currently in the midst of recovering his suppressed memories about meyerism's founder Steve sexually abusing him for a decade of his childhood)

Will watches the clip and he can tell, immediately, that Cal Roberts is a fucking mess. A basket case. Suffering and lying and paying lip service to something he's afraid that he still believes in despite everything.

Will watches this clip, with all his empathy sensors activated, and Will says, "Absolutely the fuck not. nope. not opening that can of worms."

hannibal tries to reason with him, because hannibal is completely flummoxed that Will doesn't want to drop everything and go with Hannibal to meet his long lost twin.

But Will says no. Because his life is already fucked enough and he doesn't want to open this door. He can't accept it. This isn't his kind of crazy.

anyway, Will lasts for about 48 hours before caving because he feels Cal Roberts' anguish in his chest and he can't sleep. what else is new.

anyway so hannigram go on a road trip, abandoning S2B entirely

and blah blah blah, confronting Cal, getting into the cult, tracking down steve's journals and doing detective work together. they find out about Adam.

and then, i don't know. codependent brotherly love endgame. save cal from himself, save will because he's always at his best when he's concerned with the welfare of others. and will gets to see hannibal in action as a selfless psychiatrist for once instead of the manipulative bastard he's always been around Will

and i think hannibal would be really really good with cal and adam, that's all

if he wanted to be (which in this case i think he does? because he likes seeing will around them, giving will a family in a new and unconventional way.) (edited)

and uhhh. it doesn't hurt that hannibal is like "oh, there's three of you now? :3c"

[sort-of-a-hero-that-way]

I'm sure there has to be meta surrounding Dennis and keeping the cameras constantly rolling but I haven't seen any (feel free to direct me to them), do we all think he's doing this in some part out of self protection?

Not to undermine how creepy and invasive it is for the women to be filmed, but I really do believe he feels safer with video footage.

We know Dennis has control over every particle in his life and he's tired, he's fkn exhausted, he wants to let that control go sometimes, he wants to be bound, but it's scary to be that vulnerable, he can't fully allow that for himself, so he keeps some sort of power advantage with the cameras. Just in case. So maybe, maybe, those cameras Dennis has in his room are proof for him that he's safe, he'll be safe.

And then he shows the footage to his friends to make sure it all went well, that everyone's happy, to receive praise that he did a good job.

[blackveine]

Language: English

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 1924

Fandom: Critical Role (Web Series)

Rating: General Audiences

Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Relationships: Percival “Percy” Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III/Vax’ildan

Character(s): Percival “Percy” Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III, Vax’ildan

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Breakfast, Home, First Kiss, Past Relationship(s), Past Abuse, Mutual Pining

Series: twin skeletons

Summary: Percy and Vax have breakfast.

(Maybe it isn't too late after all.)