#camptw1nk

[contradictivs]

dunbar brothers core…

[allevilsarc]

@camptw1nk said: I dont think god put kurt here. I think god is just as annoyed and dumbfounded as everyone else who endures him

god and lucy discussing who's responsible for kurt while kurt just stands there like

[insidi0summoved]

is the pain worth the soul and the promise?

endless edits of 𝓷𝓲𝓬𝓴 𝓰𝓸𝓸𝓭𝓮. ft. @camptw1nk

[cosmicruelty]

✿ 

@camptw1nk wanted to know about dynamics | always accepting

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other: hyun-woo is kurt’s assigned protector (by ethan). & pov kurt teaches this emotionless cosmic horror fuck (/affectionate) how Human Emotions Work & How To Be Human, bc hyun-woo certainly doesn’t know how to.

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends / protector & assigned protected to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other 

[eurosleazarchive]

🎞️ i feel like conceptually kurt likes happy soft movies but i also think hes v likely to go after fucked up violence as a form of catharsis ab the fucked up violence he's had to go through

letterboxd top 4. / @camptw1nk

why not have happy and soft MIXED with violence and gore? life's too short to be narrowed down into one category!

[causedcrash]

@camptw1nk

the nights have been getting longer & colder. honestly, you kind of miss spring. thankfully, though, the cabin provides decent enough shelter from the elements, although you would have made the cabin a little larger to accommodate kurt's parents as well. you thought they'd have died, & you tried to kill them because you fucking hate those two, but apparently your creators had other ideas. like, why not torture our son's friend with the survival of his parents in one of the most stressful circumstances a human being could ever go through? like, what the fuck. they overwrote your predestined ending for the conrad adults, & it kind of pisses you off.

thanks, first & second. fucking assholes.

you're curled up on the floor next to robby, like every other night, feeling very safe & loved with his arms wrapped protectively around your smaller frame. the blankets are pulled up tightly around you two on the mattress, which is near the fireplace. you can hear everyone's steady breathing, but you refuse to peek into their heads. you've been... adjusting pretty okay to life without your sunglasses & earplugs. it was a little jarring & uncomfortable at first, but now, three months into living in the middle of nowhere, you're semi-used to it.

slowly, you raise your head to look into the fire, & it crackles loudly in response as you activate your pyrokinesis, further drenching the room in an amber glow. the sparks suddenly crack a little too violently as you think of robby's death at the hands of the alternate, now-slaughtered group in the alternate, now-destroyed universe. whoops. it seems your rage for the death of your fiancé hasn't faded, & you doubt it ever will. ( IT WAS THEIR FUCKING FAULTS HE DIED, & robby keene didn't deserve that. so you rewound the clock, you tore apart the story when it was just beginning. you made him survive.

you just... you can't live in a world without him, you REFUSE to. he means everything & more to you. )

you untangle your body from robby's, tenderly brushing his hair away from his forehead. you lean down to kiss his forehead gently. then, you slip out of bed, tuck the blankets around his body carefully to keep him warm, & zip up your jacket as you weave around the sleeping bodies of the other survivors. they're not your friends, not really. except for laura lee. ben & kurt are okay, too, as far as you're concerned. they didn't have anything to do with robby's death, so they don't deserve your wrath. robby is obviously a given. you'd never hurt him, ever. you can't say you'd give the same luxury to the others. ( given what you know about conrad & melissa from other universes, those two deserve zero respect. )

you perk up slightly when you sense a single, isolated presence outside, turning around to do a quick headcount of the others. everyone is accounted for, save for one. kurt. you're kind of curious as to why he's not asleep, & a little concerned, honestly. you slide your hat on, then your gloves & shoes without disturbing the others, & step out of the cabin. the blast of artic air hits you full force, & you're quick to shed the human need to regulate your body temperature. there. now you don't feel the plummeting temperatures, the wind, or the snow, which feels a lot colder because of the time of night. you quickly shut the door to prevent any of the wind & snow from entering the cabin, sighing softly, watching your breath come out in puffs. you remain quiet as you lean against the wall of the cabin, arms crossed, staring up at the snow as it lazily falls around the area. frowning slightly, you quietly approach the familiar blond standing a fair amount away from the cabin. from warmth. you already miss the warmth of robby, the sound of his steady heartbeat in your ears.

❝ kurt ? ❞ you call his name quietly, exhaling sharply as if you're freezing, when you're actually not. ❝ why are you out here alone ? aren't y-you cold ? ❞

[tiderideraa]

❛  you want me, right? so hurt me, and leave them alone!  ❜

" you are so fucking pathetic, " harry snarled there was a venomous tang to his voice as he spoke, watching kurt as he trembled and shook and begged him in his own way to let his abusers go free. harry snatched a hold of kurts neck and pulled him forward until they were practically nose to nose. " even now you're still trying to protect them . . . "

harry released kurt only so he could punch him hard enough in the stomach to send him to his knees. violence seemed the only language that kurt understood, and harry had been fluent since he had been a child. harry crouched down so he could see kurts face, twisted into an expression wrought with pain. " you sure this is what you want, hm? this could be your father . . . or your mother. we could hurt them together. me and you, i'll show you how, "

[hcllowcd]

　　　　@camptw1nk sent: 99. (still accepting)

　　　　It was their first night out after Kurt had been medically cleared — after the trial and the long recovery process they’d faced as his next battle after it. So, of course, Heather’d been more than ready to make sure the night was just perfect — before Kurt’d surprisingly decided to take the lead and decide everything. He’d been adamant on picking the right restaurant and making sure they had the right table, the one with the nicest view in front of the large window in the corner of the room. Considering how she was always the one planning that kind of stuff, it’d been a pleasant surprise to be pampered in that kind of way. All she had to do was put on a nice dress and drive there, hand in hand with her boyfriend and feeling like it was almost their first date.

　　　　Dinner had been adorable — seeing him eat whatever he pleased for once had made her incredibly happy. After all they’d been through, the awful memories and the stress of the past few months had felt so far away, like they were nothing but a normal couple spending a romantic evening. She was more than ready to have dessert and go home and make love to him by the time they finished eating — yet he seemed to have other plans. The spoon she was using to eat cake fell from her hands when he went down on one knee in front of her, confusion leaving space to realisation to even more shock. It wasn’t like they’d never talked about marriage — especially when it’d seemed to be the only way to escape his parents’ control —, yet that… That was unexpected to say the least. Cause, this time, it was their choice to make. He was proposing because that was what he wanted. To be linked to her by that invisible thread. Heather had to stop herself from screaming YES even before he started speaking. Eyes filled with the happiest, most surprised tears, she waited to hear the question.  

[eldritchblcst]

　　　　@camptw1nk sent: " i don’t know what’s wrong with me. " (@heather)

　　　　Turning on the tv or reading the papers was never a good idea. Sadly, sometimes not even that could keep them protected from the voices and gossips out there, from the way anyone seemed to hold their personal opinion about the Nightwing Couple, and about the Olympic Athlete that had escaped the massacre. Where interviews and tv reports had only managed to scrape the surface, the trial had definitely made everything else come to the surface. Years of secrets and trauma brought out in the open, even when the Hortons seemed to be losing Kurt was still the one paying the price. Truth was that it would’ve been hard for anyone, to have so many people talking and judging the person you were, but especially for someone who had always let others define his own image. When a psychiatrist hired by their parents had been called to court that day, Heather knew just how much it was going to affect him.

　　　　« There’s nothing wrong with you. » She had lost count of how many times she’d repeated the same words, waiting for him to hear the truth behind them. « That man was paid to say those things, he doesn’t even know you. » Sure, both of them knew that therapy and recovery was something he needed more than anything, but the fake diagnoses flying out of that person’s mouth were a whole different thing. The fact that he’d somehow brought up their sexual life like it proved anything… She’d almost stood up and screamed at him to shut up. « None of them know you. »

　　　　

[aerachnid]

@camptw1nk. NICK.

❝ ----- do you ever stop for a minute and just think about life? ❞

[loetise]

📞

receive a drunk phone call from my muse, accepting.  ˎˊ˗

                she  misses  him  so  much  it  aches  within  her,  sniffling  and  pulled  up  against  something  not  nearly  soft,  warm,  and  safe  as  kurt.  she  needs  him,  she  thinks.  her  chest  shakes  as  she  breathes  into  the  phone,  the  panic  with  no  place  seizing  her.  she’s  supposed  to  be  having  fun,  why  can’t  she  have  fun?  be  drunk,  and  fun,  and  happy,  and  okay,  forever.  but  kurt  …  and  she  was  so,  so  worried  about  him.  and  she  found  things,  time  and  time  again,  plaguing  so  many  memories.  and  he  still  …    “  are  you  okay?  please  be  okay,  i-  i’m  so  worried-  and  you-  and  you  never  tell  me  anything.  you  never  ever  …  i  don’t  understand.  i  don’t  understand,  you’re  not-  you’re  not  safe-  and  i-  and  i  … ”  she’s  crying  now,  really  crying,  quivering  with  it.    “  i  wish  you’d  tell  me  when  you  get  hurt,  when  you  feel  hurt.  it  breaks  my  heart.  i  don't  know  what  i'd  do  if-  if�� …  ”    she  can’t  stop  spilling,  and  finally  her  words  catch  up  to  her  to  a  point  where  she  sits  in  the  silence  that  they  leave.    “  i’m-  i’m  sorry  …  i  … ”  she  bites  down  on  her  lip  harder  than  she  means  to,  and  it  hurts  enough  to  make  her  hang  up.

[insidi0summoved]

kurt horton « @camptw1nk » cast a spell : "i would give my life to keep you safe."

Quite a while ago such words would have earned a chuckle from the witch, followed a teasing that he was the one supposed to keep Kurt safe because he was the one he vowed ( to himself ) to protect, and yet, in that moment all they seemed to do was fill his chest with an all too familiar dreadful feeling, one that always brought forth the urge to claw at his own skin in futile attempt to take it out.  Perhaps it was the knowledge that Kurt meant it that brought forth such strong reaction from Nick, after all he wouldn't be there otherwise, wouldn't he ?  He'd still be stuck in a limbo, not here or there, forced to relive every single atrocity and horror that his family ever committed.  And then again Nick didn't know the extend of what actually happened, it's been barely a handful day since he. . .  had been back, so to speak.

 " Kurt. "  His name falling from the witch's mouth almost held a pained edge to it.  Head falling back onto the pillow propped against the bed's headboard, and eyes closed, if only for a mere moment, when a troubled sigh escaped him.  And to note that the only reason he was still in bed was because Kurt wouldn't stop fussing over him, not that he could blame him, though.  Nick would have crawled to the depths of hell to get the other back if the roles were reversed.  " Don't you ever dare considering such thing. "  Pale gray hue settling back on the other, head ever so slightly tilting so he could carefully observe him ( ah, if Nick still had to come to term with the lost of his right eye ) before he reached out for Kurt, fingers grazing along his neck before the circled the back of it, thumb still rubbing over soft skin.  " I won't let you do something so stupid. "  Again.  The unspoken word echoing in his mind.  The witch pulled the other closer,  almost getting him to topple over.  " I mean it. " 

[pumpkinstabs-moving]

" i'm not scared of you. "

not scared of him? michael thinks kurt hu.rton might just be the dumbest person he's ever met, then. tonight is a night of bloodshed, violence and pain at camp nightwing. michael is still himself for now, but he can feel it coming. he knows within the next hour or less, he will not have control of his limbs. he will not be conscious at all in his own mind, his body controlled by a purpose not belonging to him. after all, he only lives to be a servant to the goode family.

"... you should be." he says lowly, as a warning. he doesn't want kurt to get hurt tonight, but he isn't able to warn him further. he only hopes kurt stays away from him like michael has been trying to get him to do.

[springthings]

@camptw1nk.

        " are you mad at me? " she had taken so much and drunken so much, everything feels blurry and buzzing and she can't wait to feel nothing at all. she's a pile of bodies on the couch, poured into place and unmoving besides her mouth. she's not even really sure that kurt's still there, her eyes trained on a blank wall ahead of her. she can't feel him, she hasn't touched him since before all of this, even though she's tried. it wasn't him, it was her. " i would be mad at me. i would hate me. " they hurt you, and i didn't stop it. they hurt you, and i let them. she can't stop and it feels like spilling. " kurt? "

[atrociities]

“ did  you  know  that  no  one  can  hear  me  scream  from  my  basement ? ” @ stu

HE’S TAKING A MENTAL NOTE —-— seems like something that could come up later. “ — really? that’s wild. ” just how big was kurt’s house anyways? shit might as well have been a MAZE. he’s staring off thinking about the house, but then there’s some concern. how did kurt know that? was he just down there yelling whenever he got stuck on his homework? or was there something WORSE AT PLAY. it’s almost too much to think about.

“ we might have to try it out sometime. i’ll go down there and YELL LIKE HELL and see if you can figure out what i’m saying. ” he’s trying to lighten the mood, just incase. but was it really working?

[offier]

@camptw1nk: i've never been wanted. not really. not by anyone.

continued from nightdied

some part of him struggles to actually understand how a sunnyvaler could possibly have problems. the rest of him feels guilty for ever thinking that. of course they had problems, they were still people. as much as most of sunnyvale tried to act like they were above shadyside, tommy knew that didn't actually mean anything.

besides, he's aware of the feeling. the closest tommy's felt to feeling wanted is feeling needed, and it's been that way ever since joey was born. it's a feeling tommy's well aware of, and he wouldn't wish that on anyone.

"well, if nothing else, i want you here." which maybe isn't the same, but it's the best he can offer. he doesn't actually know kurt that well, after all. "and I think other people should want that, too."