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dramatisperscnae · 1 year ago
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Closed starter for @cxpedcrusxder and cat!Bruce >w>
Getting lost on purpose has always been a strategy of Caspian's his first day or two in a new city. It's by far the best way to get used to how the place works and how to find your way around. Dangerous? Sure, especially in a city like Gotham, but he's not too worried. Most people tend to leave him alone just based on his looks, and while he's not really a fighter he knows at least some self-defense.
Just at present he's wandering down a small maze of alleyways trying to find his way back to a main street. The area's quiet - maybe a little too quiet - which has him a little on edge, but he can't really smell anyone nearby, and the nearest human is about a block over from what he can hear so there's no one lying in wait. Maybe something's just happened around here? Regardless, he should probably keep moving in case whoever made it happen decides to come back.
Rounding a corner, Caspian pauses for a second as his eyes make out something lying on the ground ahead. At first glance it looks like someone's fallen, but as he gets closer it becomes apparent that it's just a cape, lying apparently discarded and abandoned on the concrete. A cape, and some kind of suit beneath it, and a very recognizable cowl.
Why is there a Batman suit just lying in an alley in Gotham?
Confused, Caspian pauses and looks around. Is this some kind of prank video? Someone's idea of a practical joke? He should probably just leave it alone, but there's…this doesn't feel right. For one thing, that suit looks like it's some serious quality. Like it's more than just a prop or an elaborate costume. And for another-…is there something in the cowl? He kneels to take a better look. "…Oh, it's a cat…hey there…"
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dramatisperscnae · 1 year ago
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Okay, Hawkeye's got to be fucking with him, right? It doesn't take a rocket scientists to figure out how a service dog for a deaf person would work. Hell, Caspian had been pretty sure the man already had one, given he smells of dog and has what looks like Golden Retriever fur on his uniform. Apparently not. Just a pet, then. Though the prospect of looking at dog photos has Caspian perking up pretty quick.
Not that he gets to; they're unconveniently interrupted then by a woman who looks like she's spent the last ten years teaching the most unruly middle school class in existence. Tough as nails, takes no shit, toe-the-line-or-else…and not inclined to use her words instead of just shoving Hawkeye's feet off the table. It hadn't been bothering Caspian; what's the big deal? Not like this has been any kind of formal meeting up until now in any case.
And apparently she has enough clout to order Hawkeye around. Great. Not that he seems all that thrilled about it. Why's he staying, anyway? Caspian looks from him to the woman and back again in clear confusion before just shrugging. "Is this the part where I find out why I'm here?"
"It is. My name is Angelica Day." Her tone is just as brisk as her stride had been; clearly a woman used to being in charge. Caspian's heard his sister talk like that to shareholders a few times. Except that Keani always does it with a smile, where Ms. Day - Agent Day, probably - just makes him feel like he's in some kind of interrogation. The speech she proceeds to give him doesn't make him feel any better: about how SHIELD has learned he has certain abilities that they feel would make him a useful addition to their forces.
And she's come prepared, too. Before Caspian can even open his mouth to argue she's already opening the folders she brought in, turning them so he can see the reports, the photographs…christ, how long have they been watching him? And how has he never noticed before? He looks back up at her with narrowed eyes. "You've been spying on me on my own property? This how you usually recruit people?"
"Mr. Zane, part of our duty is to ensure that potential threats are carefully evaluated. A man with heightened senses might well have other abilities he keeps closer to the chest." Agent Day says it so matter-of-factly, as if it ought to be obvious. Caspian can't help wondering if she has to practice sounding that condescending or if it comes naturally. "But it doesn't take much observation to understand that you are no threat. Though with the proper training-"
"No." Caspian cuts her off sharply.
"…What?"
"I said no. I'm not joining." He folds his arms, meeting her eyes coolly.
That seems to have thrown her off. What was she expecting, that he'd leap to join a group that spied on him? "…Mr. Zane," she tries again, "With the contents of these files SHIELD has enough to-"
"What?" Caspian interrupts her again, his eyes narrowing. "Detain me for further study like I'm a lab rat? No you don't. Or were you going to make my abilities public to try and ruin my business and force me to join? Shit move, if so, and I'm sure the press would love to hear how a government organization is sabotaging the life of a private citizen."
"Mr. Zane-"
"I have done nothing wrong." His tone is firm, his eyes never leaving hers. "You have no reason to keep me here. I'm not playing your games. I'm not joining. I'm not interested. I'm going to walk out that door, and you're not going to stop me. Am I clear?"
"Mr. Zane, you really should think about-"
Caspian rose to his feet. "I have 'thought'. Get fucked." Heading for the meeting room door he glanced over at Hawkeye. "…This the way out?"
They know the guy has heightened senses (at least, they assume he does), but Clint’s not overly concerned about any conversations he might be able to listen in on. Everyone in the direct vicinity is playing a part—conversing only about inane, unimportant stuff. It’s not the most extravagant play they’ve ever put on (Captain America, anyone?), and it’s not like they talk about classified information outside of briefings or meetings anyway; those don’t exactly happen in the hallways around civilian meeting rooms.
“Whaaat? No way!” Distraction successful. Good work, Barton. He’s just going to give himself a little mental pat on the back for that one. “And they just…hear for you? How does that work? How would they even communicate what they’re hearing to you? Dogs can’t sign—they don’t have thumbs, let alone the dexterity needed in their little paws.”
Is this making him sound stupid? Probably. He doesn’t care much, though. If it’ll get Caspian to stop asking questions Clint’s not supposed to answer for a little while, he’s happy to make himself seem a bit slow. “Pretty sure seeing eye dog is out for mine—he’s only got the one, depth perception is shit—but I think he hears pretty good. Well, sometimes. He doesn’t always listen, but I think he’s just ignoring me then. You wanna see him? His name’s Lucky.”
He doesn’t manage to get his phone out to show off pictures before the door opens and a small but strict-looking woman strides in, a small pile of folders in her arms. Looks like it is Agent Day. Goodie. “Mr. Zane, thank you for your patience.” She knocks Clint’s feet off the table with a look that could wilt flowers, to which he smiles innocently. Well, at least he doesn’t have to stick around for this part (he’s not exactly her biggest fan, either). He’s halfway out of his chair when she snaps, “Sit down, Agent Barton, you haven’t been dismissed.”
For a moment, he stays where he is, hovering over his seat, before finally plopping back down with a huff. Damn her, pulling rank on him like that. A bit petulantly, he leans back and crosses his arms. Manages not to roll his eyes at the powerplay.
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stinkrascal · 2 years ago
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TRANSCRIPT
picture one ilya: SHIT! PISSFUCK! GODDAMN IT ALL TO HECK! anastasia: are you winning, buttmuncher? ilya: this game sucks butt!
picture two caspian: ...that's the first game? you're at tree tops, aren't you?
picture three ilya: i can't beat these stupid monkeys! and i can't find the last stupid dragon!
picture four caspian: it's on the island. ilya: i can't get there! caspian: gotta go backwards on the speedways. you can glide to it. it's counterintuitive as fuck—oh, sorry.
picture five ilya: that's okay. i know adults get to say cuss words. momma says i can only say one cuss word a day, but sometimes, i say more. caspian: straight up.
picture six ilya: hey mr. caspian, you said you know how to find the last dragon, right? can you beat this level for me?
picture seven caspian: um—sure.
picture eight ilya: okay! wait right here! i'll be right back!
picture nine anastasia: sorry about ilya. he's such a dork. caspian: no, he's cool. got a good taste in games.
picture ten anastasia: i think he likes you. it's actually kinda cute.
picture eleven caspian: ...
picture twelve ilya: mr. caspian! caspian: hi. you don't have to call me that. ilya: yeah, but i'm polite. except i lied to you, so i'm sorry about that. caspian: oh? ilya: yeah, the truth is, i'm actually an artist. caspian: oh. that's cool.
picture thirteen ilya: here, i drew this myself, but you can keep it. caspian: wow. thanks. it looks good, little dude. ilya: yeah!
picture fourteen caspian: here's your controller. ilya: whoa—you beat it already?! whoa... you're a real gamer... hey, mr. caspian, are you dating my sister? caspian: um—no.
picture fifteen anastasia: stop being annoying, you little shit! ilya: i'm not annoying! do you think i'm annoying mr. caspian? caspian: no. ilya: ha! see, buttmuncher? hey, do you know what lyme disease is? caspian: yup. ilya: yeah. i got it last year. it sucked butts. but i'm better now. caspian: that's rough.
picture sixteen ilya: yeah, but i'm tough now. hey mr. caspian, do you have ADHD? anastasia: [ laughing ] caspian: dunno. ilya: yeah, 'cause i got ADHD, and momma makes me take medicine for it so i do good in school. except i hate math. math sucks bad, and isn't good. caspian: true.
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darkcrowprincess · 1 year ago
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Narnia thoughts:
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ice prince Edmund. Edmund cursed with ice powers. Edmund slowly being cursed with a frozen heart. Queen Jadis being resurrected in Prince Caspian and taking Edmund hostage. Turning him into her mind control ice prince. Edmund dying in the lion, the witch and the wardrobe and being reincarnated in Caspians time, maybe he and Caspian are friends or in love, and he goes with Caspian when everything starts. His siblings seeing the reincarnated Edmund with no memory of them who grew up happier with Caspian and being a single child(angst). Edmund staying with Caspian in Prince Caspian or the Voyage of the Dawn Treader. Caspian managing to come to the real world to be with Edmund. Whether with memories or reincarnated. Just more Casmund and more ice prince Edmund. And more white witch angst.
(Don't like don't read. Post hate and I'll block you)
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raurquiz · 8 months ago
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#happybirthday #peterdinklage #actor #gamesofthrones #xmen #daysofthefuturepast #InfinityWar #transformers #riseofthebeasts #TheHungerGames #TheBalladofSongbirdsandSnakes #elf #PrinceCaspian #thestationagent #threebillboardsoutsideEbbingMissouri #Underdog #Pixels #IceAge
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dramatisperscnae · 1 year ago
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"Hey. Hey hey hey, look, it's okay." Cas's eyes softened with concern. "Hey, listen to me, it's okay. Chelle. No one's mad at you. This is a lot to deal with when you're not used to it." He held out his arms with a small smile; if she wanted a hug she could have it.
He could smell her anxiety, sense the wolf inside she was barely holding back. Honestly, that was what had pulled him back to her side; if she was pinging on his radar that was a bad sign. Caspian's ability only manifested in humans if someone went completely and totaly beyond-sentient-reason feral. That almost never happened, but it also meant he could tell when Michelle's mutation was about to snap. Gently he reached out with his own, soothing her wolf with subvocal noises of comfort and reassurance before switching back to Human English. "Breathe, Chelle, I got you."
"If you don't want to be here, we can leave." [Cas to Michelle]
[Agency Ask Meme | Accepting]
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She'd been trying so hard. This gala was so important for the sanctuary. For Cas. What Michelle hadn't expected was the bravery she'd had to wear a low-cut dress. Nor the bravery to socialize while Cas was off elsewhere. An hour and a half with no service dog, and no partner, had her mutation raring at the end of its leash. It had been too fucking long, too many strangers and smells and sounds, and now all she could do was hold on to the PTSD and anxiety like she was holding back a dam. The sound of his voice had golden eyes snapping up,"I...I'm sorry. I'm so sorry..."
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fionajames · 1 year ago
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Ghost Hunters Club: Chapter I
The first chapter of a Colby Brock x Male! OC book.
A/N: Holy shit I need a coffee. This is over 7.3k words please send help im dying (/j)
This is based off of Sam and Colby's video about the Millenium Biltmore Hotel; The Terrifying Night We'll Never Forget | Haunted Biltmore Hotel.
Welcome, to Ghost Hunters Club.
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The doors of the Millennium Biltmore Hotel were gently pushed open as two boys strolled in, one clutching a camera, the other with a grin. The door closed behind them and they moved to the front desk, leaning against it to talk patiently when they realised it was unattended.
The younger boy wielding the camera had fluffy warm-toned black hair that had been tousled wildly in various directions and honey coloured eyes with flecks of gold swimming in them. He had pinkish vanilla coloured skin with a constellation of star-shaped freckles dusted over his cheeks and an obvious pink scar over the bridge of his nose.
He was wearing a loose cream, button-up t-shirt and baggy chocolate brown cargo pants with huge pockets. Many silver rings adorned his fingers and black fingerless-gloves that covered his wrists matched them. A singular bracelet of obsidian and labradorite gemstones adorned his left wrist. A silver chain hung from his neck as his silver moon and star chain helix and lobe earrings gleamed in the light.
Beside him the older beaming boy had thick curly ginger hair that looked like flames in the light, matched with shining blue eyes like the ocean. He had pink skin, covered in freckles like a scatter of paint, coating all of his face and dotted on the rest of his skin. 
He was dressed in a brown sweater with the collar of a cream shirt peeking out underneath with beige cargo pants, a singular gold bracelet attached to his wrist.
Both of them were clutching the straps of their backpacks which were slung over the shoulders, and the older had his ear pressed to his phone, listening intently to the person on the other side of the call.
The honey-eyed boy waited patiently at the desk, murmuring to the camera softly - which was pointed at the floor as to not grasp too many peoples’ attention. 
“So we’re just at reception now,” the younger mumbled into the microphone, glancing around through his lashes. He tapped his feet and shifted his weight between his feet. “No one’s here so we’re just gonna wait a bit.”
The fiery-haired boy continued nodding and talking to his phone, thrusting a hand into his pants pocket and pressing his back up against the desk. 
“Oh and I couldn’t bring Knox on this one,” the honey-eyed boy muttered, pouting childishly even though the camera couldn’t see him. “I know, I know. I’m really upset I couldn’t bring him but they don’t allow dogs here.”
At that moment a lady strolled up to the desk with a huge grin and acknowledged the patiently waiting boys. “I’m sorry for the wait,” she told them and the ginger boy murmured a ‘goodbye’ into the phone before hanging up. “Check in or out?”
“In,” the fiery-haired boy told her firmly, shooting her a short smile. He shuffled to the other’s side and ruffled the already tousled black hair even more. “We’re here to ghost hunt.” The older explained with a grin, doing jazz-hands as he spoke. The honey-eyed boy averted his gaze from the woman and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“You wouldn’t be the first,” the woman told them kindly. “Name?”
“Caspian Killian,” the honey-eyed boy spoke up, his voice soft in texture but clear in tone. The woman nodded. 
“Alright, here is your key,” she handed the older - which mildly annoyed the younger - a door key and the fiery-haired boy nodded, pocketing it with a smile. “You’re on the eleventh floor,” she continued and quickly gave them directions.
“Thank you,” both boys chorused before leaving to find their room. 
Caspian sighed, holding the camera up higher to get a view of the hotel, running his unoccupied hand through his hair and messing around with it until he was content. “Smile, Lin,” he told the fiery-haired boy who shot the camera a huge grin before he pointed it away.
“I can’t believe we’re here,” the fiery-haired boy whispered as they admired the lobby, standing back to back.
“Well, you better,” Caspian whispered back.
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Caspian sniffed as he rubbed his pink-tinted nose with a grimace. The fiery-haired boy shot him a sympathetic smile. “Y’know, I really don’t think we should be down here,” he whispered as they roamed around the empty and eerie ballroom.
“The door was open, and therefore I can go where I like,” Caspian shot back with a cocky smile and the older laughed, throwing his head back.
“Aren’t you cops s’pposed to be all goody?” The fiery-haired boy asked, his grin glowing as he ran a hand down the fabric of a curtain, admiring the pattern.
Caspian’s nose crinkled playfully.
“I’m not a cop anymore,” he reasoned with a smile, lightly punching the older’s shoulder playfully. The older laughed and ruffled his hair. 
Then, the pair abruptly froze, fear coursing through them as they heard footsteps and voices, alongside a door closing. The fiery-haired boy darted behind one of the walls and tugged Caspian along with him, both of them pressing their backs up against the walls as they held their breaths.
The pair listened carefully before Caspian slowly dropped to the floor, sliding the camera along the carpet to record the people who had entered. “I think their filming,” he told the older softly, which earned him a glare to keep quiet. 
They waited patiently but petrified as the long seconds ticked by, slowly growing into minutes. The footsteps - although light - grew closer as they held their breaths. 
“So I wonder what ballroom we’re actually in,” a voice whispered quietly and Caspian’s eyes widened at how close the boy sounded. His brain had kicked into action and the subconscious police-routine of studying his surroundings and the people clicked into place. 
He could guess the boy sounded around his age and judging by the sound of the footsteps, he was one of two walking closer, but they’d left another two people near the door.
“Cause there’s multiple, right?” The boy continued, and the fiery-haired boy sucked in a breath as he began shuffling to the right - away from the strangers. He urged Caspian to follow, but the honey-eyed boy didn’t move. “Oh my God, this is neveren-” the boy cut himself off with a screech.
He’d walked past the wall where Caspian and the fiery-haired boy were hiding and turned to see them. The boy had short dark brown hair and bright, glowing blue eyes which were widened in bewilderment. He had light ivory skin and two stud earrings in, clutching the end of his black leather jacket as he’d been adjusting it when he’d frozen. Underneath the jacket was a black t-shirt and hidden was a black belt. Attached to the belt was a silver chain which was dangling by his right hip, contrasting well with his dark grey ombre jeans.
A few steps behind him was a boy with short blonde hair and glistening blue eyes, filled with intrigue. He had pinkish skin and was raising an eyebrow. He was wearing a black t-shirt with white symbols that Caspian instantly identified as someone’s merch - who’s, he didn’t know - and black fingerless gloves with the same white merch symbols, alongside clean black jeans and a black backpack.
“Hello,” the fiery-haired boy managed to squeak out with a grin as the blonde swivelled the camera to the pair. Caspian had to physically remind himself to move his eyes off of the brunette stranger, who seemed to be pulling him in. 
“Sorry,” the blonde addressed them with a smile, shuffling to stand beside his friend, who’s eyes hadn’t moved from Caspian. Not that the honey-eyed boy had noticed, as he was playing with his rings nervously, tapping the side of the camera. “You're filming too, yeah?”
“Yeah,” Caspian managed to say, practically choking on his own words. “We’re ghost-hunter-Youtubers.” The fiery haired boy let out a good-natured scoff.
“You are, I’m not.”
“Oh, so are we,” the brunette explained with a grin, his eyes still unmoving as he fell into a more natural stance, waving his hand as he spoke. “I’m Colby, this is Sam, and our friends somewhere over there are Corey and Jake.” He peered around the corner to try and catch a glimpse of the other two boys but to no avail.
“I’m Caspian and this is my cousin Roslin,” the honey-eyed boy explained, shifting his camera to his left-hand and stretching out his right. Sam shook it with a nod and Colby shook it with a smile. Roslin did the same.
“We should probably get out of here, and then we can talk,” Roslin whispered with a playful half-smile, gesturing to the door with a walking motion.
Caspian nodded.
So did Sam.
They made their way to the door and the other pair almost silently, all of them agreeing along the way to being filmed. Caspian glanced around nervously and Roslin gently rested his hand on his shoulder briefly, a reminder that the younger was okay. He shot him a grateful smile.
“This is Jake and this is Corey,” Sam introduced, gesturing to each person in turn. “Jake, Corey, this is Caspian and this is Roslin.”
Roslin gave a short cheerful wave that Jake returned as Caspian nodded his head upwards with a smile, before turning to glance backwards again. 
“Do you guys know which ballroom this is?” Colby asked and the fiery-haired boy nodded as the six began walking down the corridor - away from the door. 
“The Biltmore Bowl,” Roslin replied, gesturing with his thumb across the room where he and his cousin had been minutes before. “Said on a sign.”
“Oh,” Sam nodded as he passed the camera to Colby. 
Jake bit his lip nervously.
“Oh dude look,” Sam called as the group joined him, staring down at a set of red stairs leading downwards. 
As Caspian moved to get a good view, something dinged.
Jake froze in place and gestured with his thumb backwards, jaw slack in shock. “It dinged again.”
“Was that not your phone?” Colby asked and Roslin hummed in agreement.
“Wasn’t my phone,” Corey said, gesturing to his phone screen with no notifications. Caspian pulled out his phone quickly and shook his head at the empty screen. After Sam, Caspian and Colby quickly went to the door at the end of the stairs, the six began to head back to the door with Corey leading the way.
Just ahead of the door, he froze, eyes wide. “The lights are off,” he whispered, pointing at the ballroom they’d been exploring earlier. Caspian stepped in front and led them through the dark silently, unafraid of the limited light. He waited for the lights to flicker on - expecting them to be motion-sensed - but reminded himself that they’d already been on when he and Roslin had entered. 
The six of them quickly made it to the stairwell where Caspian closed the door. As soon as he let go of the door knob, it shook violently.
“Holy shit,” Sam muttered, staring at it.
The honey-eyed boy reached for the nearest person to tap when he heard footsteps growing closer - which happened to be Colby. He pushed the brunette’s shoulder hurriedly and he understood, as he too had heard the oncoming footsteps.
“Somebody’s coming, somebody’s coming,” Colby stated hurriedly and they all rushed up their stairwell, Caspian right behind the brunette. They ran up several floors with Colby muttering repeatedly ‘Someone’s coming’ before swinging left and calmly walking out the doorway.
“I heard them coming through, go right,” Sam whispered, gesturing backwards as Caspian pushed him forwards gently. They quickly walked through several corridors before letting their pace slowen. 
“My heart is beating so fast right now,” Colby stated with a grin, a hand on his chest as Roslin nodded, shaking his limbs out.
“Wait,” Sam paused and Colby urged him to keep walking, so he did. 
“C’mon, let's go in the bathroom,” Jake suggested and they quickly walked in, Caspian sniffling again as he rubbed his nose and cringing at the runniness. 
“Boys meeting,” Colby teased in an attempt to loosen the tension. “No girls allowed.” Roslin let out a chuckle and Caspian smiled. 
“Isn't it illegal to film in a bathroom?” Sam pointed out and Roslin glanced at Caspian, who nodded confirmation. Both camera-men stopped recording.
“Well that was intense,” Roslin murmured and the group all let out a chuckle, collapsing against the walls.
“So you’re ghost hunters too?” Jake asked the pair. Roslin shook his head with a smile, whereas Caspian nodded eagerly.
“Cass here is but I’m not,” the older explained, leaning against a wall and shoving his hands in his pockets. “He usually takes his dog with him but this place doesn’t allow pets so he had to resort to human companionship,” Roslin teased and Caspian let out a mockingly-offended gasp.
“It’s not my fault your shit company!” He exclaimed, shoving his shoulder playfully - yet a little too hard for it to be called lightly. “Knox is so much better than you at this.” Roslin gasped and gaped at him, holding a hand over his heart in mock-offence.
“You have a ghost-hunter dog?” Sam asked eagerly and Caspian nodded, sniffling again before resuming playing with his rings. Colby watched intently as the light reflecting off of the rings gleamed.
“He’s my best mate, so yeah,” Caspian explained and Sam and Colby exchanged delighted looks. “He’s around three years old now.”
“What breed?” Colby asked, resting his chin on his hands.
Caspian grinned. “Black and tan German Shepherd,” he replied. Roslin laughed as he reached over and ruffled his warm-black curls again.
“They go everywhere together, well, except for places that don’t allow it,” the fiery-haired boy explained and Caspian shot him a playful glare.
“Hey, since we’re all together now, do you guys wanna do a bit of ghost hunting together?” Sam asked, gesturing to the other five boys. Colby nodded eagerly and Corey and Jake followed suit. Caspian’s face settled in a thoughtful expression while Roslin turned to him with an arched brow.
“Yeah, if you want to,” the honey-eyed boy agreed and Colby cheered, leaving them all to laugh. “Do you guys wanna go to the second floor?”
“Hell yeah,” Sam replied, glancing to his three friends who nodded.
Roslin bit his lip. “I think I’ll stay in our room, if you don’t mind, Cass,” he explained. “I’m not really good with ghost hunting.”
“Sure, Lin,” Caspian responded, slapping his cousin’s shoulder lightly. “You go back, call if you need anything.” He made a calling gesture with his hand as he spoke and Roslin laughed.
“Same goes for you.”
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“Guys we’re tryna go to the second floor which is the haunted one and it won’t click,” Sam explained to the camera as he continued to press the button in the elevator. Caspian had also begun filming a few moments before as he nodded. They were a bit cramped in the elevator, but it didn’t bother them. “So like, no one can go to the second floor.”
“What if we go to the third floor and then go down the stairs?” Caspian suggested from beside Colby, who nodded. 
Sam pressed the button and they waited patiently for the elevator to arrive on their desired floor. When they did, Sam left first, and then Corey, but he stopped midway.
“Devyn just texted me,” Corey began, staring at his phone screen as he stood beside Sam. Colby quietly explained to Caspian that Devyn was Corey’s girlfriend. “And said Navi won’t stop barking at the wall.” 
“Navi’s Devyn’s dog,” Colby whispered to Caspian who nodded gratefully. 
“While you're gone, to the most haunted hotel in Los Angeles,” Sam stated, zooming in his camera. “That’s not weird.” 
The group laughed stiffly before making their way to the stairwell. They scrambled down the staircase and stairs until they reached the door to level 2. 
Jake reached the door first, just as Caspian and Sam began filming again. “Looks closed off,” Sam observed as Jake stepped away from the door, a frustrated look on his face.
“Locked,” he replied.
“Yeah, they did lock it,” Colby whispered as Sam reached the door, pushing down on the stiff handle pointlessly. “‘Photograph and release form’, they won’t even let you film here.” Caspian sighed as he ran a hand through his hair in frustration, explaining the situation to the camera. “We said tenth and eleventh were the most haunted, now it's the second?” Colby asked in confusion.
“No, no, no,” Sam began. “Tenth and eleventh are where, like, the most sightings are and most haunted this” he pointed to the sign saying level two, “used to be just covered with the nurse that was most haunted and they just needed to stop people staying here.”
“Listen, brother,” Jake intervened, stepping closer to Colby. He grabbed Colby’s shoulders and shook him once gently, putting on a strange country accent. “The whole fucking hotel’s haunted.”
Caspian snorted softly at the humour.
“This was haunted by a nurse a long time ago,” Sam explained, glancing at Caspian who was fiddling with his camera’s straps. “And they stopped letting people in.” 
“Who wants to go down to the dungeon?” Jake asked, pointing down the stairwell and Caspian gasped happily, rushing to his side to peer down.
They briefly talked about the camera blurring over Jake’s face as Caspian hurried down the stairs with his camera, grinning giddily all the way. Colby watched with a raised brow and piqued curiosity. Caspian seemed to be one strange person.
“This doesn’t look like a lobby to me,” Sam squeaked as he pointed the camera to a white corridor, Caspian hurrying towards it. “I dunno but the door’s open so that means it’s open to us.” 
They walked down the corridor quickly, following the childish Caspian who was practically squealing with joy. Sam wasn’t entirely sure what to make of the boy, who seemed so quiet yet so interesting. They finally reached the end of the corridor, which led to some sort of boiler-type room.
“The music is like, right there,” Colby stated, pointing down a thin corridor where quiet classical music was seeping from.
“We should probably go,” Corey suggested, patting Caspian’s shoulder gently when the honey-eyed boy let out a sad whine. 
Caspian froze after a second and began silently ushering Sam down the corridor they’d come through. “There's someone walking this way.” 
The group made their way back quickly. “Are you sure?” Colby asked, glancing back but still walking. They reached the stairwell again and Caspian rubbed his eyes, only half-paying attention to what the others were saying. They kept walking down - to Sam’s surprise, stating that the place seemed endless - before they reached a mysterious black door.
Caspian gasped eagerly again and hurried down to it alongside Colby, pushing the door open. It creaked as he did and he peered around outside, brows furrowed in confusion. He scrambled out, followed quickly by Colby, and spun in a circle when he recognised the lobby area.
The group quickly continued walking after Sam ushered them to move.
“We came out next to the security guard,” Colby muttered through gritted teeth and Sam laughed nervously. Caspian giggled.
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After conversing about what to do next, the group insisted Caspian stay with them for their next investigations, leading him to be collapsed on the couch in their room as the time ticked closer and closer to 1 o’clock in the morning.
Sam and Colby were talking to the camera about what they were doing and planning to do next as Caspian mindlessly opened his phone. 
“Is that your dog?” Jake asked from his place next to the boy, pointing at Caspian’s locked screen. The honey-eyed boy nodded tiredly. His lock screen was a picture he’d taken of Knox just after getting him, the puppy so visibly young in many ways including his singular floppy ear. Caspian smiled fondly.
“Yeah,” he replied, opening up his phone and the messages app, clicking the most recent conversation. He typed in a message to his best friend Debbie before closing his phone and burying his face into the sleeves of his hoodie, closing his eyes.
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It was nearing 2:30am when the group all settled on the couch with food and put on a show to watch, all of them paying attention except for Caspian - who was inspecting each person individually, trying to understand them.
At some point between 2:30am and 3am, a loud thud sound filled the apartment, coming from the level below. The group hurried to their feet and Sam grabbed his camera, Caspian doing the same.
“Guys, literally, we were not recording, there's something downstairs,” Sam hurried out as Corey turned the TV off. Caspian rolled his shoulders back and let the adrenaline wash over him, pushing away the sleepiness he’d felt before. “That was the elevator!” Sam exclaimed, repeating over and over about hearing sounds downstairs.
Caspian began making his way downstairs - seemingly calm compared to the others. Colby followed after him quickly, not wanting to leave the boy alone.
“What did you hear?” Jake asked and the group stopped to listen to Sam’s answer. 
“The elevator, the metal thing, downstairs,” Sam explained.
“What, you didn’t hear that giant thud?” Corey asked Jake and Caspian bit his lip. Usually, in these situations, it was just him and Knox, and he’d calmly and quietly go check what it was. Caspian was like that, self-less. “When you were asleep we heard the elevator door, like.” Corey cut himself off, unable to explain the sound.
“Let’s go,” Colby suggested and moved in front of Caspian to walk. Instantly, Caspian moved back ahead of him, telling himself that if there was an intruder in the apartment, he’d step between them and his new friends.
“What if someones here?” Sam desperately wondered, and Caspian shot him a gentle, soothing look. Sam couldn’t explain why, but he trusted Caspian entirely, even though they’d only met hours before. They hurried down the stairwell.
“The door’s open!” Corey gasped in shock as Caspian moved to it.
“Was that us?” Colby asked. Caspian shrugged.
“Wasn’t that closed?” Corey stammered.
“I thought we closed it!” Sam exclaimed. “We would’ve closed it, right?”
“I dunno, I mean, we didn’t check the footage, I’m not sure,” Colby replied as Caspian moved to inspect the door, gently moving it back and forth.
“No, no, no, we had to slam it closed!” Corey reminded them, as Caspian moved to the doorway of the elevator. He grasped the metal fencing and pulled it closed, and then opened it again.
“It sounded like that,” he observed, doing the motion again so Sam could hear it.
“It did!” Sam exclaimed, and Caspian could hear the panic in his voice. “It sounded like a deep thud, bro. Holy fuck.”
“Wait someone could be in here,” Colby pointed out and began moving to another room. Caspian was alert instantly, balling one hand into a fist and moving silently to check nearby rooms for intruders. His training was kicking in. “What else could it be?” Colby wondered as they searched.
Sam began quickly recapping to the camera what was going on as the others inspected the elevator. Caspian, however, moved from room to room with a quick walk, teeth gritted in concentration.
As the others tried to find an explanation for the sound, Caspian noticed how Colby was shaking from the adrenaline and fear. He quickly made his way to the other and switched how he was holding the camera to embrace him in a one armed hug. 
Colby sank into him instantly, trembling as he did and breathing in and out shakily. Just as the group was beginning to calm down again, another thud rang through the apartment, and something that sounded like the piano.
Caspian instantly darted to the stairs, gripping his camera so tight it turned his knuckles white. Colby raced behind him, but Sam overtook him.
“Yo, is somebody pranking us right now,” Colby wondered, desperate for an explanation as they reached the piano. Caspian gave Sam a half-hug like he had done to Colby upon seeing the blonde trembling too.
“Someone’s in here,” Jake spluttered, and Caspian wrapped a comforting arm around him too. They all felt oddly comforted by Caspian’s comfort, as he was the calmest of them all.
“That’d be illegal, if someone is screwing with us that's one hundred percent illegal,” Sam reasoned and Caspian stiffened at the mention of illegalism. Oh how he wished he had Knox with him. His dog made this stuff so much easier. “Check every room, check every room. No matter what, cause there is someone screwing with us right now.”
Caspian began swiftly checking the rooms again, but internally he knew that there was no way it was another person. He moved around to check over and over, only rejoining the group when he heard Sam cry out in panic.
“Dude, did you hear that?!” He sounded genuinely panicked, and Caspian moved to stand beside him. 
“What?” Jake asked.
“There were like, three cracks,” Sam explained. Colby muttered something. “Yeah, I’m freakin’ out, dude!” 
“But are you sure that was the piano, cause like,” Colby began, resting his hands on top of the piano. Caspian turned to Sam, before quickly striding to Jake upon seeing him in distress. He began rubbing a hand up and down Jake’s back soothingly.
“Yeah, it was, I’m pretty sure the camera even caught it,” Sam responded. “It was like a high-pitched sound.”
“I don’t feel good,” Jake whispered and Caspian nodded. The other boy turned to face him more and Caspian understood, wrapping him up in a much-needed hug.
“Okay,” Colby began, glancing to Jake over and over. “Maybe we take this time to be quiet and like, to see if anything else happens.”
“Dude, we heard something downstairs and up here, I swear to God,” Sam spluttered. 
“If we heard things on both floors,” Caspian began and the others all turned to him. “How did we hear both? We were standing by the stairwell on both occasions so no one could have snuck past.”
“I’m just saying,” Sam muttered. “What would that be? What is happening right now?!” Caspian let Jake out of the hug as he went to sit down. “Dude, how long has this been going on? My camera right now says 5 minutes and 16 seconds. It is 3:05 right now.”
“So we heard the noise right at 3,” Corey exclaimed, beginning to pace the room as Caspian watched calmly. Or at least, he appeared calm. Internally, he was panicked, wishing he had Knox beside him. Knox was his dog, his buddy, his ghost-hunting companion, and investigating without him felt unnatural.
“That’s fucking givin’ me chills,” Sam panted out as he ran a hand through his hair.
“Right before we were about to do our sèance, cause three am is the witch's hour,” Colby began, his eyes wide as he hugged himself. Caspian nodded confirmation, thinking about his Aunts as he did.
“We were gonna do the sèance right now, why did that happen right now?” Sam explained.
“So the first noise we heard was at three?” Colby confirmed and Sam agreed. “Dude I’m fucking shaking.” He moved to stand next to Caspian’s chair, who reached up to pat his back gently. “But I don’t know if I heard it again, that’s what's freaking me out.” He shot a forced, thankful smile to Caspian, who stood back up and gave him a hug quickly.
“I didn’t hear a piano, I heard was what I thought was like a fence,” Corey explained and Colby agreed. Sam began moving stuff around to try and identify the sound as Colby moved closer to Caspian and the boy’s safe aura.
“I didn’t hear the first sound but the second sound was the fucking piano,” Jake stated. As they were talking, the light on the wall suddenly intensified and Caspian flinched abruptly, spinning to see the previously turned-off TV on.
“No cuts, that's the remote,” Sam began, pointing at the remote on the desk, far away from all five boys. “We turned it off when we went downstairs, how did that just happen?”
“Are the workers fucking with us?” Corey exclaimed and Caspian moved to give him a hug. At first the boy flinched away, and then he relaxed into it, embracing the comfort. Apparently hugs were really soothing during strange paranormal times.
“It has to be, it has to be,” Sam agreed, trying desperately to find an explanation, any explanation. Caspian stood straight up when he heard something creak, and lunged away from Corey and towards the sound.
“Did you just hear that?” Corey asked and the others turned to him. “That sounds like a door opening, like a creeeeaaak. Caspian immediately headed down the hallway the sound had come from, and the others quickly followed. 
“Guys we can’t just follow every sound we hear,” Jake protested, and Caspian nodded. “Wherever we hear a noise, we’re not gonna find anything out from investigating, so we should just fucking chill.”
“I think we should do the sèance,” Caspian spoke up and they turned to him. “This place is clearly trying to tell us something, with the creaks and the weird energy.”
“What weird energy?” Colby asked and the honey-eyed boy tilted his head.
“Do you not feel it?” Caspian asked, his voice like silk. “The air feels thick.” 
The others shook their heads.
“I agree we should do the sèance now,” Sam insisted, changing the subject. 
Corey shook his head. “Fuck that.”
“I’m just saying, honest to God, we came here to find out if something was haunted and something is happening right now, like, wouldn’t this be the best time?” Sam explained and Caspian nodded, switching the camera to the other hand as he did. He began playing with his bracelet absent-mindedly, reminding himself of the protection it provided.
“If something’s fucking with us, we may as well try to fucking communicate with it,” Jake added and both Sam and Caspian nodded. “I don’t think we're gonna get physically hurt at all.” Caspian’s hand instantly moved to brush his arm instinctively.
“I dunno if I wanna do that, man,” Colby explained, rubbing his face with his hands.
“At three am?” Corey repeated. “Dude, great idea.”
 They moved back to stand next to the piano and both Sam and Caspian placed their cameras on top of the instrument. “Two seconds, before we make a decision, though,” Sam began. “What could that actually have been? Like, tryna debunk that right now. Are we just tired?”
“The TV,” Corey reminded them.
“Yeah, the TV, that just turned on, that I have no idea,” Sam agreed.
“Yeah, but the elevator, because we turned that on before, what if it just was one of those weird-” Colby explained, but Sam intervened.
“Like it was still on or something.”
“Yeah, like it shook or something,” Colby finished, nodding all the while.
“Yeah that could’ve been it,” Sam agreed.
“And the high-pitched noise, I don’t even know if that was the piano, I mean, that could’ve been anything,” Colby explained.
“That was the piano,” Jake insisted. “It was literally key by fucking key.” Corey re-explained what he’d heard before Jake continued. “It’s either a piano, or we’re going fucking crazy. It’s one of those two.”
“And it’s three o’clock in the morning, there's not someone just roaming around in the halls,” Sam reasoned. Caspian shivered as a chill went past his arm.
“Its either the piano went off, or we drank too many fucking chocolate frappés and we’re going crazy,” Jake stated and Caspian snorted lightly, before shivering again.
“I’m just saying, what's our plan of action now, we are not leaving - we made a pact,” Sam decided and Colby intervened.
“So let’s just, be quiet, like seriously, us talking isn’t gonna do anything,” Colby reasoned and Caspian pouted slightly. He wanted to do a sèance.
“It’s gonna be fine,” Jake began. “As long as we have each other’s back and we just chill, I think we’ll be fine.” 
“Oh, what the fuck, dude,” Corey sighed.
“That was too much, man,” Sam agreed.
Caspian shifted his weight from foot to foot before shooting his camera - still placed on top of the table - a grin and a thumbs up. Colby couldn’t help but smile at the childish action.
About a dozen minutes later, the boys had finished conversing on their next step and had set up for the sèance. Caspian was eagerly grinning, as he’d never done a sèance with so many people. Colby sat next to him and found himself seeking comfort from his new friend.
Caspian’s aura was so protective, safe, friendly and childish that all four boys felt pulled to him. He was like a flashlight in a dark room and they all sought that light. He was the calm in the middle of the storm, and he’d already shown his self-lessness time and time again.
Sam glanced to the honey-eyed boy, watching him pull a lighter from his bag, alongside four candles. He was grateful for Caspian and his calmness in their frightened state, and he could see they shared the same trait of wanting to learn more about the paranormal and push themselves. 
Colby basically hadn’t left Caspian’s side all night, courtesy of the strange connection pulling him towards the boy. It was a strange feeling that he didn’t really know how to explain, but everything about Caspian intrigued him. He wanted to learn more about him, understand his emotions, and be by his side.
Jake had been far too jumpy to embrace his usual funny self, but he had a feeling that if he and Caspian could talk outside of haunted buildings, they would connect quickly and easily. Caspian clearly shared some of the childish silliness he did, and he’d been desperate to find someone like that to befriend.
Corey had barely talked with Caspian, but not in an awkward way. He felt as though Caspian slipped so easily into their group that it just made sense. Corey hadn’t ever thought about a fifth member to their strange quartet, but now, it was beginning to feel inevitable.
They began filming quickly, Caspian agreeing that they’d just use Sam’s camera and they’d send him the footage afterwards.
“We promised in our last video that we would do a sèance,” Sam began with a pained smile as Corey lit the third candle. “And we’re gonna do a sèance.”
They all watched Corey attempt to light the candle in silence for a minute, before Colby sucked in a breath and turned to their camera with a sarcastic smile. “Do we wanna do a sèance?” Colby asked. “Not really.”
“Yes!” Caspian said at the same time and Colby chuckled.
“But if anythings gonna happen, it's gonna happen right now,” Sam explained, his voice strained with tiredness.
“So, how do we even start a sèance, like, what is the definition of a sèance?” Colby asked and Caspian impatiently wriggled in his seat.
“So,” Sam began, then reached into his pocket to grab his phone. “Let me read it off, just to make sure I’ve got this right.”
“I know,” Caspian intervened, and Sam froze, pulling his empty hand from his pocket. The others turned to the honey-eyed boy. “A sèance is a meeting of people who try to make contact with the dead, usually assisted by a medium!”
“So it’s very general,” Sam explained. “It’s really any way you want to contact the dead, however there are ways to make it better. One, being in a place where a lot of people have died aka this hotel. A lot of people that believe in the haunted.”
“If you make it seem welcoming, safe and comfortable spirits are more keen to communicate,” Caspian added and Sam nodded.
“And we’re literally in a home-looking hotel room with candles lit, very warm colours everywhere, we’re trying to make this very home-y,” Sam agreed.
“I’m scared bro,” Corey admitted. “I’m sorry bro, I don’t like this.”
“I honestly feel like this is a perfect setting though,” Colby agreed. “I mean, what else do we need?” Caspian bit back the urge to say ‘a medium’ as he played with his bracelet.
“No, I feel like this is some horror movie crap, bro,” Corey intervened, and they all turned to Jake, who was playing with the lighter.
Sam went to say something but before he could, Colby reached out and grabbed the lighter from the other’s hands, turned it off, and threw it across the room. “What if that had turned on when you threw it and you burned this entire place to ashes and dust?” Caspian whispered and they all turned to him with raised eyebrows. “What?” 
“When we did Queen Mary, I think we all agreed that there was some weird, like, level of comfort to it, like we weren’t scared,” Jake remembered and Colby quietly whispered an explanation in Caspian’s ear, who thanked him.
“Yeah, the reason why Queen Mary worked was we all believed, we were all comfortable, and we were all together with an energy, if we can make that happen again,” Sam explained, but was interrupted by Jake.
“That’s freaking me out,” Jake stated, pointing up at the chandelier which had been gently swaying back and forth with the occasional creak.
“Yeah but Queen Mary we didn’t light a bunch of candles and say a bunch of spells to get someone to talk to us,” Corey protested and Caspian stiffened instinctively, prepared for him to talk bad about witches or something. “Queen Mary just happened.” 
“But we asked it politely, so we’ve basically done a sèance before, just a very weird one,” Sam reasoned. Caspian raised his hand gently.
“I’ve done sèances before,” he interjected. “Ever since I was a kid.”
“What the fuck?” Jake asked in confusion and Caspian shrugged.
“My family just did that kind of stuff.”
“You don’t have to say anything,” Jake told Corey. “You just have to be here.”
“Yeah like, you have the best paranormal energy so we just really need you to be here,” Sam confirmed, although he glanced at Caspian as he spoke. For some reason, he had a feeling that the ‘best paranormal energy’ of the group had changed.
Jake began explaining he’d heard something and Corey agreed, but Caspian was barely listening. His mind had zoned out as he stared at the corner, unable to reconnect. After a minute, he felt Sam shift to begin the sèance and instantly fell back into his body - or at least that's what it felt like. 
“We must say these words together,” Sam explained. “‘Our beloved blank’, so whoever’s spirit so Black Dahlia, anything we want to contact, ‘we bring you gifts from life, into death. Commune with us, and move along.’”
“What?” Corey gasped. “What do you mean ‘we give you gifts from life to death’?”
“We’re giving them a way to communicate by using our life energy from the dead,” Caspian explained.
“I’d like to say is there ‘someone’ here, like, let’s not call them spirits,” Jake offered. “Last time I think that's how we got to have Queen Mary, as we treated it just like another person.”
Caspian agreed hastily, as he’d been about to say the same thing.
“What if we say all together ‘if there’s anybody out here right now we invite you to use your energy and show yourself’ or something” Colby offered.
“To speak through us?” Sam asked and Colby nodded. “Okay, let’s do it. You guys ready?”
“I mean, I’ll sit here,” Corey agreed.
They all reached out and joined hands. 
“So together, what are we gonna say?” Sam asked.
“‘If there's somebody or there's someone here-” Colby began, but Corey interrupted upon hearing something again. Caspian felt himself zone out, but zone back in moments later. He shuddered at the strange feeling.
“If there’s someone here,” Jake, Sam, Colby and Caspian said altogether, all of their eyes closed as Corey patiently waited. “Please use our energy, to communicate with us.”
“Guys, its shaking,” Corey said, pointing up at the chandelier. Caspian looked up and spotted what the other was seeing. “Look! It’s shaking.”
“Should I grab the camera so it can see it?” Sam questioned, eyes fixated on the lamp. Caspian shivered as his eyes remained fixated on the chandelier, his ears tuning out the others’ conversation. He saw Sam get up and move the camera out of the corner of his eye, but couldn’t move his attention from the light.
Colby tapped Caspian gently, pulling him from his daze with a concerned look. Caspian shook his head when Colby went to ask. 
The boys rejoined their hands again after conversing quickly.
“Alright, close eyes,” Sam began and they all did. “Three, two, one.”
“If you are here,” all five boys began speaking in sync, and Caspian let his eyelids relax from their squeezed shut position. “Use our energy to make a sound or sign.”
Caspian breathed in and out deeply, eyes still closed before he felt something. Something in his mind, as though he could see something even though all he saw was black. He lifted his head and opened his eyes nonchalantly, his gaze connecting with Jake’s.
At the same time, both boys jerked back abruptly, and then all four candles flickered out.
“What the fuck?!” Colby exclaimed as they all pushed their chairs away from the table in a hurried panic, moving away so quickly that the camera fell. Or at least, that's what they thought the reason was.
Corey began quickly trying to leave whilst Sam protested, but all Caspian could do was stare at the candles. As the four began to argue, Caspian slowly shuffled closer to the candles, inspecting the wicks and the tiny, remaining flickering light on each. He licked his fingers and moved to snuff the candle, only for it to go out before he could even touch it. The honey-eyed boy flinched back in confusion, before moving to the next, and then the next, and then the next, but everytime he got close to snuffing the candles, they blew out.
Colby grabbed the camera as Corey continuously tried to get them to leave, all while Sam tried to debunk the situation. They hurriedly ended the sèance and the four boys moved to the living room, not even noticing Caspian who’d begun collecting the candles.
As the others moved around the hotel room and turned on all the lights, Caspian gathered his stuff. They chilled in the main living room altogether for an hour before Caspian stood up, all eyes turning to him.
“I have to go, Roslin and I need to be back by midday,” Caspian told them with a regretful smile. The boys gasped and Colby lunged to his feet, wrapping the honey-eyed boy up in a hug. The other three boys joined in almost immediately.
“Here’s my phone number,” Colby told him, handing a small, ripped piece of paper with a phone number scribbled on it. “Call me. I’ll give you the others later.”
Caspian nodded. “I’ll miss you guys.”
“Aww,” Corey cooed. “We’ll miss you too!”
“Yeah, we should collab again,” Sam insisted and all five boys nodded eagerly.
“Oh definitely,” Caspian agreed.
The group all bid their farewells and promised to collab again and talk later, before Caspian left with a sad smile. He made his way down the hallway to his room with Roslin, opening it with a sigh. Roslin looked up at him from his place on the edge of the bed.
“How’d it go?” The fiery-haired boy asked cheerfully, placing his phone down. Caspian groaned in response and slumped down against the wall. “That chaotic?” Caspian hummed in agreement. “Starbucks?”
“Fuck yeah, I need an iced coffee.”
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A/N: I seriously hoped you all enjoyed that because it took me days and I need just, pure espresso at this point.
I do requests, so please send those!
Love y'all!!!
Edit: its tmrw (the day after i posted this) and i got my iced coffee!!!! 🥳🥳🥳
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itsbrucey · 1 year ago
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wanna draw the dad's bullying my OC Dulcie. Not in an actually mean way but the way they treated Doug. Because that's fun
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dramatisperscnae · 1 year ago
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"Missile!" Generally 25 pounds of dog wasn't enough to pull Caspian off-balance, but he'd been mid-step when the Shiba had suddenly darted forward and that had been enough. Caspian stumbled, the leash dropped, and Missile was living up to his name sprinting for a nearby kid like…well, you get the idea.
Caspian grabbed the leash with an apologetic grin, urging Missile off the boy at least enough to let him sit up without being absolutely licked to death. "Sorry about him. He doesn't usually take off like that…you okay?"
dog, sender's dog pulls them in receiver's direction. [-casually throws Caspian at Tim for the hilarity-]
What the- was that... no wait, the eyes darker and so is the hair actually. Shorter too and-
Tim was suddenly on his back, being pinned by a very excitable dog. Eh, the dog meant no harm and Tim actually knew what signs to look out for in dogs now (thank you Kon) so he laughed.
"Well hi to you too."
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dramatisperscnae · 1 year ago
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@arobinwithoutbatman [x]
Certainly felt like a missile, geeze! He sat up, still grinning, and patted himself down. "No bruises or broken bones just a mildly dented ego." He replied. He did decide to just sit for minute since he did go down pretty hard. Didn't feel like a concussion though. "He's dense." He reached out and gave the dog some scratches behind the ears. "Nice to meet you, Missile."
"Yeah, Shibas are pretty compact." Caspian laughed as Missile soaked up the attention, leaning hard against the kid's chest with his tail wagging a mile a minute. "He only weighs about 25 pounds, but it's in a pretty small package so he hits like a truck."
There was something in the way Missile was reacting, though, the set of his ears and the way he was refusing to look away from this kid. And what the dog was saying on top of that...Caspian paused a moment, studying the pair, then settled down on the grass beside them rather than try to pick Missile up off the boy.
"…So, this is gonna sound kinda weird, but are you feeling okay? Missile's trained to pick up on general signs of anxiety, and he's signalling pretty hard with you." It could be a false alarm, sure, but in Caspian's experience it was always best to make sure. Especially given Missile was currently letting out a low, gentle, rolling howl that was the Shiba version of a purr.
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caspian-the-one-and-only · 5 months ago
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Hehe yay yay!!
*the child holds up there hands proudly.*
Great job little one! Would you like some Ice cream?
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faaun · 10 months ago
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she says my heart is yours, from the caspian shores.
#in astana there is haunting symmetry. in the summer there are flowers breathing fresh air and fumes. in the winter ice covers the park#sole-deep so you let the LCD screen advertisements warm your heart. the serpent offers her a gold apple from a brass tree.#she bites the serpent. in london a biochemistry graduate becomes obsessed and beautiful. she designs gene sequencing devices.#she says the rubber components smell like cinnamon.#in tashkent the trees shine under the sun and the sky is vast. by the blue pond and the tall marble spires you see the fractal patterns#on the ceiling in her eyes. she feels like a strobe light firing onto your eyelids. she takes revenge. you can hear the water droplets fall#from into the fountain. she tells you about cre-lox knockout and how you should head into the city cafe and you cant#stop staring into her eyes and you can't listen very well. when she laughs all your hearts almost become an ocean.#in bishkek you suffer death by a thousand sunsets. your world is white and lilac and mountainous. you learn about the joy of#taking without giving. backstage of the opera theatre you kiss him again and again and again until briefly you are the apex.#in tehran the sun is almost as fervent as their full-up lungs (it takes up the span of your window. crisp edges through a particulate storm#they spend an hour making a 10-minute ride to chamran and the wheels are melting. the two girls in the car spend that time wisely.#the air is filled with smog so she breathes her instead. you like how she looks at you like she'll rip you apart.#here they sold the mountaintops. the girls take a brother'a army-issued rifle to the forest with them.#she says she could start a war. she says my heart is yours، from the caspian shores.
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pickled-corndog · 2 years ago
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Me and my friend keep fighting about this
I’m team Edmund ALL THE WAY
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caspiansrecovery · 1 year ago
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Y'all...be prepared 'cause I'm about to tell you the most magnificent thing to have ever come to me in the mail in MY LIFE!
Ehem... It was a flat of apple juice and applesauce. Yup. Just all the yummy apple products.
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uncxntrxllable · 1 year ago
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continued from an open starter with @luposcainus !!
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The racing beat of his heart made it difficult for her to concentrate on his voice. And that smell... The smell of fear. It was enticing. Her fingers retract against the tree, leaving deep claw marks in the wood, and her eyes squeeze shut. If he wouldn't leave now, then there was nothing she could do to stop herself from attacking him.
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❝ You aren't safe, ❞ Words displaced by an inhuman snarl, her teeth sharpened to fangs. There was more she wanted to say, but she couldn't get the words out.
No one is safe around her on this night, but werewolves especially. There could be a dozen people, but so long as Caspian was here, she knew the beast in her would target him specifically.
She was originally created to kill werewolves, after all. ❝ If you don't leave now, I will try to kill you. ❞ Her voice is distorted now, somewhat deeper. She moves away from the tree and steps toward him.
Her skin becomes discolored, a small twitch in her shoulder. Like a shell, or something of magic, the monster forms over the human body — like a spark of flames, her hands became larger, fingers longer, claws sharper.
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heartsdefine · 1 year ago
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“So you’re Asgardian too?” ↳ @luposcainus — memes / accepting!
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        "Indeed, I am." Sigyn turned to face the stranger with a light of curiosity in her eyes. She fiddled with the pendant around her neck for a moment to adjust the magical frequency that dampened her empathic abilities. It was a talisman she only ever needed on Midgard, where human emotions could so easily overwhelm. Once it was changed, she sensed him properly, and smiled. "What gave me away?"
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