#i posted early for once

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Whumpril 2024

Day 2 - Sweat

⚠TW⚠

- Swearing

- Slight PSTD

- Mentions of SA

- Slightly Suggestive (NO NSFW)

Enjoy!

~~~~~~~~~~

Karyme turned onto her back, sighing. Even if it was 1 am, sleep just wasn’t coming to her. She was an insomniac, sure, but after she did today she was sure it would’ve tuckered her out.

And yet, she was wide awake.

She stared at the ceiling of her bedroom with a blank expression, somewhat annoyed at her situation.

She closed her eyes for what felt like the millionth time, trying once again to fall asleep, only to be startled by a sound.

She sat up in her bed, eyes darting around the room. She waited in the darkness, until she heard the sound again.

It was a quick thud, not loud, but noticeable. It didn’t sound dangerous.. but that didn’t ease Karyme’s nerves.

Her gaze went to her window. She sat completely still, waiting, and then she saw it.

A small rock hit against her window, making that same sound. The rock was surrounded by a teal-ish aura that only disappeared once the rock hit the window.

Karyme let out a breath, eyebrows furrowed as she got out of bed. She didn’t bother to put too much effort into her outfit as she quickly changed, throwing on some random sweats and her favorite jacket before approaching the window.

It was dark out, too dark to make out anything visible in her backyard.

She huffed in annoyance as she opened the window quietly. She swung her legs out, and sighed. Her least favorite part of sneaking out was having to jump from her window, but she had no other choice.

Karyme closes her eyes, and jumps.

The distance from her window to the grass isn’t much, but yet, it always caught her off guard.

Karyme lands on her feet, luckily, and sighs as she looks around.

”Are you really going to hide from me?” She asks to the darkness.

She crosses her arms as a shuffle is heard, and a slight laugh is heard.

“Of course not.” A figure replies, leaving the darkness.

He only stops as a rock is thrown at him. He puts a hand up, and stops the rock mid air, throwing it over his shoulder as he resumes walking forward.

”Nice throw.” He comments as he stops in front of Karyme.

Karyme crosses her arms. "You're an asshole, Kaiden."

"Am I now?" Kaiden hums. "It's not like I woke you up."

Karyme rolls her eyes. "Why are you here?"

"I came to see if you were awake," Kaiden says. “I wanted to go somewhere with you.”

Karyme sighs. “At 1 am?”

“There’s less people there at this time,” Kaiden shrugs. “I thought you would like it better that way.”

Karyme pinches her nose bridge. “What place..?”

“It’s a surprise,” Kaiden says. “Just trust me.”

Karyme gives him a look, and sighs. “Fine.”

Kaiden smiles, extending his hand towards Karyme. “It’ll be fun, I promise.”

Karyme takes his hand, feeling her heart flutter. Even if it was late, she couldn’t deny that a night out with her boyfriend sounded perfect. And as he led her to his car, she pondered over what this surprise would contain.

~~~~~~~~~~

Sitting in the car, Karyme watched the city lights and buildings disappear as they ventured into the rural area of Eris. The only thing she saw was an endless road, and the vacant land on either side of them. The radio was playing quietly, serving as background noise.

“This seems like something out of a horror movie..” Karyme mumbles absentmindedly.

Kaiden taps his finger on the steering wheel. “How so?”

“You’re luring me away to the middle of nowhere, like you’re gon’ kill me or somethin’..” Karyme says.

The tapping stops, and Kaiden sighs.

“You really think I’d kill you.?” He asks hesitantly.

“No,” Karyme says. “You can’t even kill a spider.”

“Neither can you,” Kaiden responds. “Remember last week’s incident?”

Karyme sinks into the seat, crossing her arms. “Low blow man..”

Kaiden snorts. “I had never seen you so scared, you were clinging onto me, terrified-“

“You were scared too, asshole..” Karyme retaliates. “And you also screamed.”

“Touché.” Kaiden says.

The car falls back into silence, not an awkward one, but a comfortable one.

“..so.. where are we going.?” Karyme asks after a bit.

“I told you, it’s a surprise.” Kaiden replies.

“Just tell me-” Karyme whines before Kaiden interrupts her.

“Or you could read the sign.” He says, pointing for Karyme to spot the sign.

The sign was a bit rusted, but the words “GEMMA CREEK” stood out enough to be readable.

Karyme raises her eyebrows a bit. “I’ve never heard of this place..”

“Maybe because no one comes here,” Kaiden says. “At least, no adults do.”

“So then why are we here?” Karyme asks.

Kaiden frowns playfully. “Oh, so we’re adults now?” He laughs a bit. “Lighten up, you’re 19, not 90.”

Karyme slumps back dramatically. “Feels like I’ve lived multiple lives..”

Kaiden hums in amusement. “Alright you old soul,” He says as he parks the car. “Get the blankets from the back seat.”

Karyme reaches behind, taking ahold of the. Blankets as Kaiden steps out of the car, scanning the area.

“What are you doing now?” She asks.

“Just making sure no one else is around.” He replies.

Karyme leans on the car, rolling her eyes. “I doubt anyone in their right mind would be in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night.”

Kaiden snorts. “Yeah yeah.” He pushes a few trees out of the way, revealing a pathway. “Come on, stay close.”

Karyme hesitantly follows him, her eyes wandering. Surprisingly, she felt pretty safe despite the tense atmosphere. She found the sounds of nature comforting, and she found her usually uptight demeanor fade away as they walked on..

~~~~~~~~~~

The night goes on, and Kaiden and Karyme are laying on a blanket next to the creek. The sounds of crickets and a light breeze set a calm atmosphere.

The surprise, as Kaiden finally explained, was a meteor shower, something Karyme had expressed interest in seeing. Despite her seemingly calm expression, she was ecstatic.

For now, they had time to kill before it started.

Neither of them spoke for a while. There was hardly anything to say, but just being together was enough for them both.

it was a bit cold, and it was starting to set into Karyme’s bones. She pulled her jacket tightly around herself, trying to gain a bit of warmth.

“You cold?” Kaiden asks.

Karyme just shakes her head a bit.

Kaiden sits up, opening his arms. “Come here.”

Karyme slowly over closer to him, settling into his embrace. He, by some miracle, is warm. Kaiden buries his head into her neck, and the silence returns.

Karyme feels her heart fluttering. Even after so long, he still caused her these feelings.. these emotions..

She feels his lips trail on the side of her neck slowly, sending a shiver up her spine. Karyme bites her lip, silencing herself, trying ever so hard to remain calm..

In a split second, things change.

Karyme’s now laying on the blanket, Kaiden hovering over her. Her arms are now around his neck, and his are holding onto her hips. Karyme suddenly feels warm, hot even. He has her pinned down as they kiss passionately.

Suddenly, the intensity fades for a second, and a sense of dread fills Karyme.

She tries not to remember that night 5 years ago, but she can’t forget..

Her mind starts to race, panic, anxiety, fear, they all fill her senses..

“-baby?”

Karyme stops, looking at Kaiden. His gaze is filled with concern.

“I-I..” Karyme stutters, feeling as if she just ruined the whole moment.

“Hey, it’s fine, we don’t have to-“ Kaiden starts.

Karyme shuts her eyes, giving all her emotions a good ol’ fuck you, and pulls Kaiden back down by the collar of his shirt, resuming the make-out session.

They go right back at it, even more than before. Karyme shoves away her fears, just repeating to herself that it’s fine, she’s fine, he’s fine..

Kaiden’s hands find their way under Karyme’s shirt, and her own hands find their way into his hair. They’re both overheating at this point, sweating even.

They keep at it until Kaiden’s phone starts to ring, interrupting them.

Kaiden pulls away from Karyme, sighing.

“Guess we’ll have to continue later, the meteor shower is about to start.” He says.

Karyme sits up, breathing deeply. “Yeah..”

They go back to sitting closely as the first meteors begin to fall, and in the beauty of it all, Karyme finds a sense of happiness.

She really is lucky to have a guy like him.

~~~~~~~~~~

[risingsunresistance]

pigy,,,

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

some misc Barn & Wally doodles from the past week or so <3 i heart them

[icantdothistodaybruh]

Happy New Year⭐

[nedeii]

[s0fter-sin]

soap's whole deal being sniper and demolitions gets me going bc on the surface they sound so different but when you get into it, you realise it's bc soap's smart

sniping is all math; calculating distances and wind interference and bullet drop. something i think people overlook is he was listed as a sniper first so it can be implied that he's better at it than demolitions. he does more sniping in both campaigns than demolitions work; in capture or kill, ghost specifically calls on him to take down the aq snipers

and demolitions is math with a hit of chemistry; knowing what mixes with what, knowing how much to use, recognising environmental factors and adjusting accordingly. it's not just about the boom; so much work goes into contained/ planned explosions. especially when having enough power for a breacher charge and not bringing down the whole building is the difference between mission success and failure

the chemical bombs he makes in alone can't just be any old cleaners, they have to have the correct reaction to each other; he just knew off the top of his head what would mix with what to create what reaction. he would also potentially have to recognise them by sight/smell bc they would’ve been written in spanish

soap would also have to know architecture; recognising structural integrity and weak points so he knows exactly where to plant a charge to bring it down and how it'll come down

he has an incredible soldier's mind people just forget that bc he's sociable which itself is a skill

we know he tends to buck against orders he doesn't agree with like when he pushes back against ghost in capture or kill and shepherd when he tells them to release hassan

he gets closer to people and sees if he can trust them and that's when he follows them without question. really think about how he talks to alejandro and rudy; he asks about their home and alejandro's family and rudy's relationship with him. those aren't questions you ask a stranger after a few hours of knowing them. that's not even touching on his relationship with ghost

he also deliberately brings people of higher ranks down to his level; talking informally with ghost and giving him a shoulder punch, addressing alejandro (a colonel!!) by his first name and rudy by his nickname despite literally just meeting them. he personalises all of them and it’s in direct opposition to the reason most characters do that; it’s not due to insubordination or lack of respect, the more he respects and trusts someone, the more casual he is with them

he digs into people; he wants to know what makes them tick and that determines if he can one, trust them and two, follow their orders. once he decides that, he's the ultimate soldier; he bleeds loyalty which makes him vicious when that loyalty is taken for granted

he isn't naive or bubbly or insecure; he's an incredibly smart and aware soldier. he's aggressive and bloodthirsty and loyal and intuitive and i love him so much

[scourge-sympathiser]

SCOURGE SUNDAY 031/???

i gor a laminator

[danikoshi-doodles]

Technically a WIP but yeah I'd turn into a rock zombie for her <33

[climbdraws]

WC Mini Keychains are up for pre-order along with new mystery sticker grab bags! Pre-orders are guaranteed for Holiday delivery 🎁

climbstudio.shop

[queenlucythevaliant]

harder than you think

i. When the Narnians stole Edmund away from beneath the Witch's blade, they told him he was safe. This wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the whole truth either.

ii. They brought him to the Stone Table. It was night. Edmund doubted very much that he would find safety there, for he still recoiled at the name of Aslan. He slept fitfully and woke the next morning before the sun was up.

iii. A sliver of gold just beyond the tent flap captured his attention, there in the dark. Unaccountably, Edmund felt the urge to rise and go towards it.

iv. And there was Aslan, who was supposed to be fearsome, supposed to be dangerous, supposed to be powerful, and he was he was he was. Dimly, Edmund felt himself hitting the ground.

v. But then Aslan said, “Come, Son of Adam. Let us walk a while, and reason together.”

vi. And as they walked together, in the cool dewy grass of early morning, the Lion told Edmund everything that he had ever done.

vii. They were standing in front of the Table when the conversation turned. Aslan spoke a riddle of a house blasted into rubble which he would piece back together overnight. He spoke of flesh being pierced, blood being shed, and of rejected stones being used for new foundations. He spoke about water welling up forever, washing you clean of everything you ever did wrong, all the blood that you ever thought of shedding, everything you ever tried to steal, and a river that carries you home when you can't walk anymore and spits you out brand new when it reaches the sea.

viii. Edmund's head swam. Silently, he yearned for the wisdom to understand what he was being told; or, failing that, at least to remember it for as long as it took him to puzzle it out.

ix. And then, the Witch. Then, the battle. The thrones. A year passed, and winter came. In its time, it melted back to glorious spring.

x. “Edmund,” said Lucy one day. “There's something we need to tell you.” She and Susan were cloaked in springtime gossamer, like fairy queens in poems he only half remembered. They sat on the window seat in his study, holding hands white-knuckled: his two beloved sisters.

xi. “It's about Aslan,” Susan said. “And the White Witch, and how he made her renounce her claim on your blood. The night before Beruna, he went back to the Stone Table.”

xii. “He let her kill him,” Lucy cut in. “Instead of you. And then, because he hadn't done anything wrong, the Emperor's Deeper Magic brought him back to life.”

xiii. “We've been arguing all year about how much to tell you,” said Susan wryly. Then, a little gentler, “We don't want to hurt you, but we feel you ought to be told what he did for you.”

xiv. And Edmund, who had never forgotten what Aslan told him on that cool, dewy morning before the sun came up, shut his eyes and whispered, “I know.”

xv. I know, he said. I know that he died. I know that he did it for me. I know he lived again because I saw him the next day, and the next, and the next. I think I know what it means - or at least, I know the shape of it.

xvi. “Oh,” said Lucy. “We should have realized that he would have told you himself.”

xvii. “Yes. But please, tell me the story all the same.”

[wigglebox]

Uncensored 💡❕

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

(volume warning)

this was surprisingly fun to make so i'll probably do another

[ultrainfinitepit]

Day 10: Omen for my Angeltober 2023.

Damiel, who also goes by Dame, is a principality angel of church graveyards. In the lore of my OCverse, principalities are angels who guard or have dominion over specific places, things, or rarely, beings. These are their charges. Principalities are especially strong near their charges, with the tradeoff of becoming weaker the longer they are away from them.

Unlike their fiery, energetic siblings, Dame is quiet and calm most of the time. Her true form is an angelic church grim, which inspired one of my most popular pins!

[themanirealityshifter]

i don’t wanna fall asleep tonight before getting to shift

BUT THE PARASITES IN ME WANT TO EEP BEFORE SHIFTING

i don’t wanna fall asleep before shifting, i don’t like falling asleep before shifting

BUT THE PARASITES, THE DEMONS IN ME, THEY WANT TO EEP BEFORE SHIFTING 👹👹

[autistickaitovocaloid]

Birthday boy at the bottom of an ancient ocean

[codacheetah]

The start of the Loop segment of the Siffrin & friends twitter QNA, and the message that flipped Loop's answers from silly to dodgy and blatantly upset.

Loopchat from speaking to Loop 20+ times.

Certified Loop dysphoria post