I'm Caelan, Caelan Luxworthy. Maybe you know me, maybe you don't... but you've probably heard of me.
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Caelan blushed a little under the others gaze, offering him a small, breathless smile of encouragement.
"Tease," he whined out, soft enough that he half- hoped the other didn't hear. The feel of his mouth, warm and wet, was twisting something up inside him and he bit back a breathy moan.
Finding A Thesaurus || Caelen/Caen/Caefen/Stelan/Steflan/Staelen/i give up
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#para#stefan#i have#no idea#I've been mostly operating under the assumption that it's somewhere public but idk either way works#im really sorry it's so short#i had no clue what to say#;-;
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Journal Entry #11
These people are starting to piss me off. We've been here for days, and other than occasionally drag people off to some freaking dungeon, they've done nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
I mean, hey, jackasses, take your time. We totally frigging exist to sit around and be your eye-candy.
Look, maybe I'm not an expert or anything, but if you're going to go through the trouble of kidnapping someone, why not do something with them? Why let them sit around in some stupid ass castle?
If you wanted friends, there's better ways to go about getting them. Such as not being psychotic assholes.
Until Tomorrow,
Caelan
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A breathy whimper escaped him at the others touch, a soft complaint at the teasing as Stefan pulled back, the feel of his lips still imprinted on Caelan’s clavicle. He leaned back slightly, barely noticing the cool wall pressing against his skin. The other knelt then, not breaking eye contact and Caelan lifted one hand to lightly twist his fingers in his hair. Caelan inhaled sharply, Stefan’s tongue trailing along his length, his warm breath coaxing a shiver from the base of his spine.
Finding A Thesaurus || Caelen/Caen/Caefen/Stelan/Steflan/Staelen/i give up
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#stefan#para#my stupid laptop died#and then tumblr wouldn't let me publish it#ghahh#there is now suddenly a wall shh#i needed a wall
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Sounds like you were quite the party animal, hmm?
Thanks. I would have made them myself, but I would have probably killed us both in the process.
Hanging in the kitchen, cooking something
I used to… Actually, I have no idea what I consumed. Tried the common ones, but… yeah, guess I would just take whatever I’d get my hands on… Oh! Pancakes are done!
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Journal Entry #10
Everyone's fucking going missing. I mean, really- what the hell?
They've already kidnapped us. They could literally walk up to us in our bed, slaughter us, and leave the body there. So why are they taking people? What are they doing to them? Why can't anyone remember anything?
I haven't seen Stefan in a while. I hope he's okay- I hope he didn't get taken as well. I'm kind of worried about him, but I'm going to feel stupid if it turns out he's just being antisocial or something.
I hope I'm not next.
Until Tomorrow,
Caelan
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Yeah, it seems to be just about all we can do at this point.
Whenever I did drugs, I mostly stuck to cocaine, and that's not what we're looking for. But GHB? That would make sense.
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Pfff, it’s fine. just gotta keep trying, right?
Yeah, it’d be weird that the three of them had forgotten just because they got their heads hit or anything. Sadly, I’m not particularly literate drug-wise, not even when I used to consume enough for an overdose, they’re definitely not using anything that simple. Probably something similar to the rape-drug…
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I'm sorry, man.
And I just... God, that's the worst part about it. There's no real way of knowing if the forgetting comes from trauma or drugs, though it's unlikely they would all forget everything if it was trauma. Knowing what happens could be useful, right? I wish I knew what they were drugging them with, then maybe I could start building up resistance to it.
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Ugh, I hate how everyone keeps saying that. I mean, I’m aware the whole situation doesn’t seem all that promising, but the simple idea of dying in a place like this makes me sick there’s things I need to take care of, people I can’t dissappoint… God!
I’ve heard something about blood or wine drinking, plus some bruising… They are most likely drugging those they take away, but none seems to remember what really happenned to them…
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I doubt any of our lives are going to be as long as they were meant to be, to be honest. But I agree. And I know, it's fucking creepy. I don't want to be next either. Who knows what they're doing to them, right?
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Yeah, I’ll grant you that… I’m not expecting to make life-long friends in here, but it’d be better to get someone to watch your back while stuck in here. Besides, from what I’ve seen, being alone in this place is dangerous, those are probably the ones they are targeting to abduct… It’s been three so far and I definitely wouldn’t like to be next.
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Me neither. I might be failing, but hey, might as well try, right? I'd wager allies are better than enemies in this place.
Stefan... doesn't seem like anyone, I don't think. Don't worry about it.
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Ha, ha, ha no big deal.
The same, I guess, although I’m not that sure about the not pissing off people. I’ve got the feeling that… ummm… what’s his name? Oh, Stephan doesn’t really like me, then again, probably my fault too, though.
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Well, let's say that someone did come look for you- there's no guarantee that they would have found you, or that whoever took you wouldn't have killed them.
I was taken, and I escaped on my own. No one cared enough to look for me, which I would have done for any of you.
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Journal Entry #9
Talia seems awfully defensive about having been gone. I mean, I can understand it- you get kidnapped and then people start avoiding you and whatever, that would make anyone pissy. Under normal circumstances the way everyones acting would be a tad unreasonable, but who knows in this place, right? For all we know, she's one of them. And her acting like we shouldn't not trust her is making her that much more untrustworthy, if that makes any sense.
It probably doesn't, but it's not like it needs to- I'm writing in a journal for gods sake.
I hate it here and I want to leave.
Until Tomorrow,
Caelan
#heyjournal#im really confused about how many journals im supposed to have#so if this is too many or too little im sorry#i will try to be better at this @.@
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No. I'm saying that it's understandable why they are and that you shouldn't get too worked up about it. I doubt this is the first rumor you've had spread about you, right? If you go around trying to deny that something weird is up with you, it'll agitate them and they'll only be more suspicious. You disappeared, yes, but you came back, and I doubt most of them would have.
Are you saying that i’m wrong for being upset that people are saying things about me?
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Do you feel different or anything? Did they hurt you?
So...
Yesterday morning, somehow, I woke up somewhere dark. I couldn’t really tell where I was, but it seemed like the dungeons of the castle.
I somehow made it out without freaking out.
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It's nothing personal, nobody wants it to happen to them as well. Caution is never a bad thing, not in this situation.
So no one trust me, because i was kidnapped? That’s logical.
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You're excused.
If you say so. You’ll excuse me if that seems suspicious.
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Journal Entry #8
I think it's stupid how relaxed everyone seems to be. I mean, panic isn't the best option either, but some sort of middle ground doesn't seem to be a bad idea. It seems like they're just waiting face-down for something to happen, and I hate it. Although it's very plausible that if anyone does figure out something that could get us somewhere they'd just kill them. Knowing too much, and all that.
I hate not knowing what to do. I want to do something, but doing something could get me killed. Not doing something is probably going to get me killed anyway. But what is there to do?
I wish there was a handbook for this.
Until Tomorrow,
Caelan
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I read a lot of books.
...interesting that you would say that. Why do you know how a psychopath would see it?
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