#kinda naive boy!

[the-altered-sequence]

Ashton Character Profile

Ashton, originally labeled E12-19, is a last-wave genetically Altered supersoldier created by Caduceus Technologies before the Fall. He escaped during the revolt of soldiers against their creators and fled. Encouraged by a rogue employee that he is a person, not a thing as Caduceus asserted, Ashton was set loose alone in the wastelands of a freshly fallen society. Shortly after he found Dev and they banded together to survive a world that hated them.

Ashton stands his tallest at 7' 1". Usually, he slouches, at first out of fear of being more of a target, then as they began integrating into human settlements, he began consciously slouching, to appear less frightening. Like all Altered, he has enhanced strength, stamina, and senses, especially hearing. His experiment group also is the only Altered group to sport digitigrade legs and paws for added speed and agility.

When Ashton was a teenager, he cut off his right ear that bore the Caduceus serial number as protest and a literal severance from his past. Ashton is a forward thinker, influenced by the novels he consumes voraciously, and can be a little theatrical about things.

Despite the fears that come from being so different, Ashton works tirelessly to prove the Altered are, deep down, no different than any other human. He fights every day to combat the commonly held view that Altered soldiers are mindless killing machines, or at worst, less feeling than even their animal likenesses. He's built his whole life around learning how to be more human. He reads, he writes, he taught himself how to draw and sign ASL, he studies everything he can get his hands on. Later, after he and Dev and the other survivors in his settlement found some security, he started teaching, mostly doing outreach about the truth about Altered people with an intersectional approach. He is fussy about language: he'll correct anyone's mistake if they call the Altered 'soldiers' or make insensitive animal jokes. He was the one that brought structure to the original band of Altered (himself, Dev, Jules, and Cain). He insisted they all name themselves, like people, and adhere to rules like 'no teeth'... the Altered are people, so it's unbecoming (and alienating) to make a show of their sharp teeth.

Over the course of books 2 and 3, Ashton sustained a nearly completely crippling injury on his left foot. A brace was made for him, so he wears that for long trips or work days, but limps a little when he doesn't feel like wearing it. His feet bear the most scars from poor living conditions in his youth in the wastelands and are usually in a state of dirtiness and wear from never wearing shoes. (Some of his fellows have joked they’d scavenge some dog booties for him, which he adamantly refuses on moral principle but also, the Altered don’t usually need shoes, him especially.) He sometimes has to take power sanders to his left foot's toenails since they don't naturally wear down anymore. He also has signs of a past broken nose, a fake top left canine (custom!), and a few arrow/bullet hole scars here and there, mostly hidden by fur.

His fur is longer in the neck, cape, elbows, hocks, tail, and withers, like a real borzoi. The brown spots over his eyes and lower back are brindle. He has particular sensory icks due to his fur, so can be a little fussier about getting wet, seeds and burrs stuck in his fur, or getting sandy/muddy. He toughs it out when he has to (most of the time) but when given a chance, is often seen hand-combing debris from his wavy coat. In the summer, he trims the longer parts since it gets warmer in their new home. Usually, Ashton is a rather scruffy figure, not spending a lot of time on his appearance, but for special occasions will comb his fur.

Ashton wants to belong. He is highly motivated by acceptance and praise. He knows he's a human and wants to make the world safer for everyone, especially Altered people. Now, with life among the humans, Ashton works tirelessly to be a good example of a model Altered citizen. He is charismatic, outgoing, social, and always trying to do better. Ashton isn't terribly good at moderating his intensity, can let his temper get the best of him at times, and struggles with feelings of frustration. His partners Dev and Sybil admire his gumption but also know when he needs a reminder to take a break. Ashton wants to save everyone, knows he can't, but will try anyway.

Ashton has a wide vocabulary and some people are irritated at his tendency to directly quote from books or recite Shakespeare. He sees this behavior as very-human and thus a good thing for an Altered to do, but a lot of people just think he’s kind of a know-it-all. Sybil calls him a nerd, and she's right. However, the children of the settlement are all quite fond of him, mostly due to the best piggy-back rides ever, but also because he'll do the voices when reading a story. (Altered voices are modeled after a syrynx to allow for full range of speaking without a human mouth.)

[yuwuta]

you ask yuuta if he wants a bite of your food and when he says yes you offer your plate to him, but he’s just sat there looking at you with his dumb big bambi boy eyes and his mouth slightly open and he will not look away or blink or close his mouth until you lift your fork to his lips to feed him and then he grins like shit’s sweet and hums about how good the food is like nothing happened like he’s not ridiculously attractive. gonna chew on steel

[cellsshapedlikestars]

should not have reposted this fic. it turns out i like it (and my plan for it) way more than i remembered and i cannot - i simply cannot - start writing another wip right now

[dailyhogz]

Totally agree silver is better when he isn't infantilized

Let that boy be an angsty rage filled mess

yes!!

i believe he can be done well but the way he’s been done recently has just been. meh. he lost most of his anger. i feel like this photo whenever i see a lot of modern silver interpretations

[vol-au-vending-machine]

Captain von Trapp served in WW1, he must have met scores of people like Rolf, boys who thought they were men, boys who thought they were ready to take a life. When he tells Rolf "you're only a boy" he's speaking from experience and when he says "you'll never be one of them" he's remembering those past Rolfs too in this essay I will

[ofallthingsnasty]

fat reader and an overly friendly, enthusiastic merperson - with the merperson being absolutely taken with your 'insulation' and 110% convinced that you're prime breeding partner material while you're just embarrassed to hell and back by someone poking and prodding at you

[citrusinicake]

what would one call a hypothetical polyship between ash, red, and zam? cause i am having Thoughts

[pastelaspirations]

Hey, I've been rereading and reading Perseverance and the swap Au, and I was wondering how they would react to each other? How would everyone react to this person that looks like Ink, acts a bit like Ink, but clearly isn't Ink? and how would swap Ink talk to Reg Ink about the beasts?

H m m. That is a good question! I admit, I haven't thought it out much because it would... break the world lmao. B u t, I think people would have unique reactions to Swap Ink XD

I think Dream would be like... a well-meaning, but very confused older brother. Like he'd know this Ink was not his Ink, but would keep accidentally referring to him like his actual younger brother lmao. That goes for the rest of Ink's adoptive family and probably Asgore by extension

His friends, like Boris, Blue, Ollie, etc., they'd just be... confused. Like, okay, there's two Inks now. Dr. Gaster would probably... be very intrigued why this new Ink has a tail and odd animal-like legs lol

Error would be funny lol. At first, he'd be like Ink's other friends like "Okay, what the hell, there are two Inks now-" but upon talking to Swap Ink, he might notice the similarities, but ultimately, after like two minutes, be like, "Okay, that's definitely not my Ink-" Depending on where this takes place in the story, he either would not notice the possessive modifier at all or proceed to have a mental breakdown about it (Error would also have a field day with Swap Error. The both of them going at each other relentlessly-)

I think Swap Ink and Ink might have an actually wholesome relationship! Ink would be like, "O o o h, you're another Ink? Wow, that's neat! That's my name too! Hi, how are you, other Ink? :D" And Swap Ink's just... silently judging him lmao Swap Ink would obviously talk about the Beasts with more familiarity since he's... more familiar with them lmao. He might be trying to tell Ink ways how to kill them, deal with them, etc. and Ink's just staring at him with a disturbed look like, "Y e a h, if I can avoid actually fighting those things at all, I'm going to do that-"

But yeee! I really haven't thought a whole lot about how they would all interact together, but these are a few highlights I suppose!

[bakatenshii]

Now why do u have that as ur pfp… thats disgusting and disrespectful

hiiii hello xx I’ve always loved Saki from 177013! (and the doujin as a whole ofc) haha I remember I watched an interview with ShindoL once where he talked about how it wasnt even meant to be thaaat horny but more of a horrific story that spiraled out of control, and he never anticipated the reception of it.

anyways I’ve always just really related to her and take it as a cautionary warning of how I could’ve turned out were it not for a good support system around me! I just really see myself in her with how I used to be and my mentality and naivety and everything so xx

[hwanswerland]

maybe an unpopular opinion but one thing i really truly dislike is grown men being called boys. no they are not "boys", they are grown ass men that can and should be held accountable for their actions. not some 10 year old child

[widevibratobitch]

moments like this when im really glad im a sad little cynic who always considers the worst possible outcome and never lets herself truly get comfortable and trust the good things in her life to stay there and builds her life around trying to soften the blows of the eventual disappointments just waiting around the corner lol never leaving my edgy teenager era peace and love

[e-adlirez]

Hey winions has anyone brought this up yet

If I'm hearing it right the Different Beast motif is a melodic reprise of Survive o o it's set to a lower key and is simplified/altered a little but it's basically the same melody

Here lemme prove it with some timestamps-- if you need help visualizing it, listen to the trombone (? tuba?) in Different Beast and sing "six hundred lives at stake" along with it. You'll have to start at the second note of the Different Beast motif, but you're gonna see it I think hopefully. It's especially obvious when the Different Beast motif is brought up in 600 Strike

Anyway I wound up picking up on this because I was in the weird situation where I listened to Troy and Cyclops saga last (before you come at me for that, I do know the story of the Odyssey from OSP's summary), so when I heard Survive's chorus I was like ":OOO WAIT THAT'S THE MOTIF DIFFERENT BEAST IS REPRISING"

Have fun with this now every time you hear the Different Beast motif come up haha

[crmsndragonwngss]

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[rcvcgers]

Rotten Apples

masterlist , series masterlist , ao3 link

part two , part three , part four , part five , part six , part seven , part eight , part nine

18+ MINORS DNI

pairing: caleb x non!mc reader

synopsis: you've always hated her. you live your life free from her and caleb. a stranger helps save you from a date gone wrong.

word count: 5.1k words

warnings: extreme loathing, kinda funny, kinda sad, a good mix of everything! mentions of death. not proofread!

author's note: hi! this is my first lads fic! it's lowkey a mess and is all over the place, but that's okay! i hope you all enjoy! <33 please feel free to comment! i love any & all feedback! <33

edit: part 2 will be coming soon! thank you for all the love on this! i love & appreciate every single one of you!

You never thought yourself to be a hateful person, but whenever you saw Caleb with her, your heart boiled. His smile was always the brightest with her. He always handed her the first water bottle after a run around the neighborhood. His eyes were always on her and not you during study hall. They shared giggles with one another and you were the last to know the joke as you filled out blank homework pages. Whenever she walked into a room, he jumped to her side and aided her with whatever it is she needed.

And she always needed something.

Your friendship with Caleb and the girl you deemed a she-devil blossomed from a young age, having been next-door neighbors with Josephine. You are older than her yet still a few months younger than Caleb, which meant that the two of you had to look out for her.

She was naive in many ways. She always trusts people too easily and is quick to help, not knowing that the world is cruel and is out to hurt her. It’s something you and Caleb bonded over; taking care of her was something you had in common with him alongside planes, absolutely loving apple pie, and always wanting to be the last one tagged during recess.

However, those childhood days have long passed and you’ve settled into a draining routine where you played a background character in someone else’s life.

When you and Caleb reached freshman year of high school, you were sure that he was going to ask you to be his date to the homecoming dance. Instead, you were surprised with the revelation that he was going to stay home and have a movie night with her since she wasn’t in high school yet.

Despite his compliments about your dress, he snuck back inside his house when you asked him if he needed a ride to the dance. She was waving him back inside in the background and he couldn’t have been happier to watch My Little Pony or whatever bullshit she had lined up.

You basked in his frequent compliments when he met you outside your home, when she wasn’t around. Caleb always knew what to say when you had a saddened frown on your face.

“Did James turn you down? I thought he liked you! You’re a catch!” Caleb’s warm words reached your ears and made the butterflies in your stomach flutter. At least he knew then that you were worthwhile. If only he wasn’t so blind to what you had to offer to him.

At least you had a year of high school alone with him. You two even shared a few classes together and had planned study nights to prepare for final exams! Huddled at the desk in his room, you could smell the sweet apple scent of his shampoo and were able to hear through raspiness of his chuckle right next to your ear.

It was fun until she came inside his room, claiming that she wanted to help you two study. That plan lasted for about ten minutes before she whined and complained that she wanted to watch her and Caleb’s favorite show. That night ended up with her snuggled into his side while he stroked her hair. You held the chip bowl, not by choice, and watched as your crush on the boy next door began to deteriorate.

When she finally joined your and Caleb’s high school, you bit your tongue and held back the deplorable comments that shuffled through your mind about his so called beloved. You even held back comments to your new friends about his relationship with her. You knew that if you ever said anything bad about her, he’d come to her defense and shun you for what you’ve said.

It never mattered how you felt. It didn’t matter if you were having a bad day or had just embarrassed yourself in front of your entire gym class when Becky threw a ball right at your face. His attention will forever be owned by her. You’ll never get to know how it feels to always be under his cautious gaze nor will you ever be a recipient of his charming smile.

Truth is, you used to be friends with them. The perpetual third wheel to all of their escapades and adventures. You used to be close to them but as time moved on, they grew closer together and you, well, just didn’t fit into their equation anymore. The funny thing is that they have no clue of their wrongdoing towards you nor did they realize that you had left their group entirely after months of sitting in your room, filled with nothing but discontent as you scrolled through their posted selfies together.

You thought you set yourself free from them. It’s better to watch from afar instead of up close, no? It spares you more heartbreak and it, very selfishly, keeps you away from her.

You can stay away from her smiles. Her laughter. The way her dark hair falls into the perfect messy bun while yours just looks plain erratic. Not to mention the way her hands always lingered on him while you watched, helpless from the other side of the lunch table.

And you can finally break free from that stupid nickname he has for her.

“Hey!” You hear a friend’s voice from over your shoulder. You turn and smile at them, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “Are you ready for the game against the Rams tonight? I heard you’re starting!”

Before you can reply, you hear a thud behind you. Glancing over your shoulder, you notice that Caleb leans against the metal lockers. His arms are crossed over his chest and he wears that stupidly charming  grin on his face.

“You have a game tonight? Why didn’t you tell us?” He asks. Her smile falters.

Us. That damned word.

“It’s not a big deal,” you shrug, placing your leftover books inside the locker. “You two are usually busy anyways doing…whatever…so it wouldn’t have mattered if you knew or not.”

Okay, maybe there is some venom in your tone and malice in the way you throw your books into your locker. To be fair, you’re so fed up with them ghosting you and never showing up to your games that you can’t help but let some of your anger out.

“Woah!” Caleb pushes off the locker and holds his hands in the air. You roll your eyes and slam the locker shut, walking away. He quickly follows and matches your hellish pace. “What’s wrong? You’ve been so distant lately. Me and—”

“Don’t,” you bark. The two of you pause in the middle of the hallway, your eyes locked on his in a heated glare. “How long do you think it’s been since I’ve hung out with you two?”

A look of confusion flashes across his face. You have to stop yourself from looking at the way his face scrunches up, the way his tongue pokes about between his lips while he thinks.

“Hm…like a month?” Caleb’s words are genuine, you know that, but it shatters your heart to know that he doesn’t even realize it’s almost been a year since you two hung out, let alone were in a room together.

“A month?!” You scoff and look away. A laugh filled with disdain and shock escapes your lips. Your hands drop to your side, tightly balled into fists, as anger washes throughout your body. “Caleb, be real with me right now. Do you truly think it’s been a month?”

You want to give him a chance to redeem himself, for him to own up to the mistake he’s made. Everyone deserves a second chance, right?

“I do, yes…” he wearily says. Your nostrils flare, cheeks heating with irritation.

“Hey guys!” Her cheerful tone scratches the inside of your brain. You sharply inhale and close your eyes just to open them to the side of her attaching herself to his side. “Are you okay? You look angry,” she remarks and gently places her hand on your shoulder. You immediately slap it away. The tips of your fingers tingle from the smack.

“Hey! What was that for?” Caleb steps in front of her, pushing the teen girl behind him.

You cross your arms over your chest, eyes narrowing up at Caleb, who guards her from you.

“Just fuck off and leave me alone!” You snap, pushing past them, your shoulder bumping into Caleb’s bicep. 

“Wait!” Caleb’s voice rings in your ears. A flash of hope makes your heart flutter.

Is he going to chase after you? Will he finally ditch her and see how you’re feeling for a change? Will the old Caleb come back, the one that actually cared about you and your feelings?

Your feet hesitate, pace drastically slowly, still in earshot of the other two’s conversation. You can hear his footsteps coming after you, going from slow to quick, but they suddenly stop.

“She isn’t worth it, Caleb,” her voice shoots any semblance of hope you felt, ripping your heart into shreds. “She’s so mean…she doesn’t deserve your care.”

The hallway in front of you turns glossy. You use the back of your hand to wipe away the tears that brew in your eyes. Your once reluctant pace hastens and you disappear down the hallway, becoming just another face in the crowd.

The year passed and you graduated with a new group of friends; friends that welcomed and invited you with open arms. Your camera roll was no longer sad, filled with empty selfies with her and Caleb not paying attention in the background, shifting to group photos and friends completing the other side of your hand heart. It filled your heart with the joy and happiness that your previous friendships lacked.

And most importantly of all: you were completely over Caleb and didn’t have to spend any more time around her. It’s a relief for you, really, and you’re able to go to the college of your dreams and pursue the career you wanted. 

The saddened memories no longer pained you. They no longer dug into your skin. Instead, you planted them into the soil of your mind, using the special fertilizer (the special ingredient being resent), and grew from them.

So what if they wronged you? You were now free and didn’t owe either of them a damn thing! That is, until Caleb died.

The news nearly broke you. Your mother informed you of the news when you came home for a visit. You were on a much needed break from work and were looking for a chance to relax. Your time of relaxation was quickly turned inside out.

You became a shell of yourself, the last memory of Caleb haunting your mind as you holed up in bed, covers covering the entirety of your body with a small hole for clean and cool breathing air. Your cheeks became perpetually stained with tears, becoming sticky in your sleep before the cycle started all over again.

The day of his funeral was unnecessarily rough. Your mother had to drag you out of bed and help you into the shower, the hot water turning cold from the amount of time you stood there. Once you stepped out, body trembling from the cold air, you stared at the black dress that was laid out across your bed.

It was simple. It stopped mid-thigh and the sleeves ran long down your arms. You paired it nicely with tights from high school, a pair that Caleb complimented you on, and a pair of simple booties.

She was the center of attention, of course, there was no doubt about that. The ache in your chest left you feeling conflicted. She sat alone, head hung low, as people walked by, chuckling as if they weren’t at a funeral reception.

You almost felt bad for her and the way her mascara streaked down her cheeks. She clung to a piece of metal in her hand, occasionally bringing it up to her lips to kiss it.

The distance between the two of you felt like a game of cat and mouse. She took one step forward, you took one back. She entered the hallway you found recluse in, you made sure that there was room in the closet for you to hide in.

You thought that you were able to slip out unnoticed until she called out your name.

“Hi…” your voice falls off. Her fists are balled at her sides, knuckles white.

“What are you doing here?” Her words are sharp, effortlessly slicing into you. “I thought you hated him.”

“I could never hate him…” the words barely come out, just above a meek whisper. She doesn’t say anything else. All she does is stare at you with her heartbroken expression, eyes strained and red from the sobs she let out earlier.

A part of your heart broke for her. The other part remained emotionless, knowing how she tormented you in your younger years by dangling Caleb in front of your face. It tormented you to know that you could still hold a sliver of resentment in your heart for something that happened so long ago. You quietly left, leaving her alone in the hallway, disappearing behind a familiar turn.

A year passes. The hatred you held in your heart has dissipated. You’ve watered the flowers you planted in your mind and the petals read off messages of forgiveness and second chances, even though you made sure to never run into her ever again.

Some people can forgive and forget, but you’ll be sure to forgive and keep a distance.

Skyhaven isn’t too bad of a home. Sure, there’s barely any trace of organic life throughout the city, except for the token tree the mayor decided to add about two months ago, but it’s a nice place to live. You’ve made yourself comfortable. The nightlife is great and the rain is even better. You even made some friends at your job and have gone out on a date or two with a guy who is very attentive.

But none of them are Caleb.

You stare at yourself in the cafe mirror, shaking your head. You fix your disheveled hair, wondering how you managed to spend the last ten minutes digging up the past when you’re on a date with a very cute guy. You bite your lip and tweak the last details of your outfit, flattening out a wrinkle in your skirt.

Pushing the bathroom door open, you glide down the hallway, smiling at the other customers who pass by. You can finally go back to…what’s his name again?

Jared? Clyde? Marc, who always emphasizes that there’s a ‘C’ at the end of his name instead of a ‘K’?

You clap your hands together when the name comes back to you. He jumps in his seat, his eyes closing in on you when you sit down. His smile is a little too goofy, missing out on any kind of charm that he can capitalize on, and you can’t help but watch out of the lower half of your vision as he itches his crotch.

“Thanks for waiting for me, George,” a warm smile spreads across your lips. He matches it and leans forward, pushing a colorful mug in your direction. You watch it closely before drawing it closer to you. You don’t take a sip, though, instead letting the whipped cream on top of the coffee melt. You sigh.

You don’t even liked whipped cream on your coffee. You know who would have remembered that?

“It was no problem at all!” George proudly proclaims. His chair scraps across the wooden floor. He inches closer and closer towards you in an attempt to close the distance but you scoot away from him, keeping a pleased smile on your face.

“So, what were you saying you do for a job?” Your question goes straight to his head. Gnawing at the inside of your cheek, you refrain from interrupting him about his long ramble about how he works as a “video game consultant” at a local game store.

The conversation is so painful to sit through. You glance between his beady gaze and the clock on the wall behind him. The ticking hands somehow move slower when he dives into his day to day routine. Maybe the whipped cream isn’t as bad as you previously thought.

An hour goes by and you have barely been able to get a word in. Mugs form into a half-circle in front of you. Your leg bounces up and down, hands jittery. Even your blinking is rapid as you solely stare at the clock.

“That’s enough about me. Tell me about yourself,” George grabs his glass. He ordered a cream soda at the beginning of the date but the cream separated from the colorful soda water, forming into chunky clouds.

“You know what,” you breathe out in a laugh, signaling over your shoulder to the door, “it’s getting late. I have an early start tomorrow so I should get going.” You stand from the chair and snatch your tiny purse from the seat beside you.

The cafe is practically empty now and the sun has set hours ago. You rush towards the exit, the route to the door feeling like it never ends as Greg — oh shit, George! — chases after you. 

The Skyhaven night is nice and crisp. The rain isn’t as hard tonight, just a mere sprinkle, and you rush out into the open, taking a deep breath. The chilled air fills your burning lungs and you’re able to breathe again, that is, until George grabs your hand. You gasp and snatch it back from him.

The raindrops lightly kiss your face but George’s sickening smile makes you want to hurl. He creeps towards you, the moon shining just bright enough for you to see the darkness form in his eyes.

“I have to get home, George!” You nervously chuckle, turning away. You rush towards the nearest bus stop, knowing that there will be other people there to take refuge with. George doesn’t let up though and his movements become more primal and animalistic as the seconds tick by.

“Come on, sweetheart,” George beckons from behind. You can hear his ragged breath from behind you grow close. You brace your body for impact…but nothing comes. Instead, you hear a struggle from behind. You swirl on your heels and stare at the scene behind you.

A tall man pushes George away from you. The moonlight reflects off of the shine of his coat, the top of his hat deflecting the light raindrops. You stagger backward, heart racing inside your chest, as George crumbles to the ground, a blur of red, grey, and blue pushing down on the man.

“She said she’s going home,” the voice growls. It itches the back of your mind, calling to you like a faint memory. “Leave. Or I’ll crush you right here and now.”

The voice beckons to you from the back of your mind, putting it at ease. The voice calls out your name followed by a throaty chuckle. It asks you how you’re doing, if you need help with that week’s math homework. You can also hear his voice apologize to you for forgetting about your plans to go to the movies with your group of friends, making some excuse that she got locked in the attic and needed rescuing.

The moonlight turns dark, the floating rock covered by a cloud, as the figure slowly approaches you. The once soft droplets of rain evolve into hardened projectiles, the wind picking up from all around you. With the weather matching your quickly escalating mood, you march through the rain, the phantom chasing after you.

“Hey! You’re getting soaked!” His voice calls from behind. You pay no attention to it.

The voice sounds exactly like a dead man! A person who is resting in peace six feet under and couldn’t possibly be here in Skyhaven.

You reach the bus stop and hide under the small covering, the rain pounding against the top, rolling off the sides. You hold your arms to yourself and your teeth clatter on the inside of your mouth. You have to tell yourself to not look at the man beside you.

Stranger danger, after all.

“Why are you ignoring me?” The man asks. It’s just the two of you at the bus stop. The stop’s light flickers, adding to the already ominous feeling that forms deep inside your chest. You hug your arms to your body, providing the only warmth in this cold night. “Oh, I get it. You’re mad at me.”

“I don’t even know who you are!” You retort rather quickly, finally looking up at the man.

You gasp and stumble backward. He quickly reaches for you, his large, warm hands gripping your waist, stabilizing you.

He looks down at you with an irresistible and charming smile. His purple eyes seem to glow under the dim lighting. He wears a black and orange rain jacket, black baseball cap sitting on his head. He cocks his head to the side, gaze drifting to memorize your face.

Nausea sweeps over your body. You tear your gaze off of the phantom before you. The cold air pricks the inside of your lungs, rapidly moving in and out of your system.

This can’t be real, right? He cannot possibly be standing in front of you, alive and well, with that damn smile on his face. A single tear rolls down your cheek, your lips parted. Your breath flows out of your mouth in gentle plumes of steam.

“Caleb?” Your voice falters. He chuckles, smoothing down your frizzy hair.

“The one and only! C’mon, you can say it: you missed me!”

You reach out, grabbing his arms, squeezing him. His brows furrow, eyes training themselves on your hands as you poke and prod various parts of his body. You grab his cheeks, pulling on them before squishing his face. He gently takes your hands into his, moving your hands away from his face.

“You done yet?”

“You’re alive!”

“I am well aware of that, yes.” His laugh fills your ears and your heart swells.

Even after all these years of forgetting Caleb, you still end up swooning for him the moment he saves you from Landon.

Or was it David? Eh. It doesn’t really matter.

“How…what…” you stammer, unable to form a cohesive and coherent sentence. Caleb sighs and takes your hand. He flattens your palm against his chest.

How heartbeat is slow and steady…it’s there. You gasp, bottom lip trembling, legs slowly becoming jelly.

Tears freely flow down your face as the realization of his existence sets in.

He’s alive.

He’s here.

He’s breathing.

His last memory of you isn’t you ending your friendship and avoiding him for the rest of your senior year of high school.

You collapse to your knees, hand digging into your chest. A sharp pain slices into your chest as your fingernails dig into your skin in an attempt to grab your heart and to scream at it to calm down. The pounds from your heart makes your ears ring, drowning out the endless pitter patter of rain. Even your lungs feel as if they are on fire, unable to suck in and inhale the oxygen that you need to survive.

Your eyes open and Caleb’s face is right in front of yours. You can hear him speak but cannot make out a single word that he says. He gently helps you back to your feet.

“Take it easy,” his words seep through the sound of your heartbeat, “breathe.”

His hand slides to the back of your neck, warming your body, and his thumb gently grazes the side of your neck. You inhale through your nose, holding it for a few seconds before slowly exhaling until all of the air is out of your lungs.

“Does she know?” the question pops out of your mouth before you can stop it.

How could you even ask that at a time like this? You should be seeing if he’s okay! If he’s in any sort of trouble that you can help get him out of.

Did he fake his death? Has he been alive this whole time? When was he going to come see you?

Caleb sharply inhales through gritted teeth, pulling away from your face. You watch him closely, bottom lip trembling.

You know. You know the answer.

Of course she knew before you! She is his beloved, the one person he will spend the rest of his life with. It’s laughable to even think that you stood a chance against her.

“Actually,” you interrupt him, covering his mouth, “don’t answer that. I really don’t want to know.” Even though every fiber of your being screamed blood murder at you to figure it out.

Is he dating her? Has he ditched her for good? HAs Caleb finally come to the realization that she isn’t some angel that came down from the heavens.

His purple eyes blink at you, perplexed by your actions. Caleb speaks into your hand but his voice is a mere muffle. You sigh and look out at the pouring rain.

You need to get home.

You need to get home and get away from him.

You need to relieve yourself of any memory, item, or scent that can remind you of him because, well, he clearly isn’t yours to have.

If you stay any longer, you’re going to end up crying in the rain, unloading all of your emotions onto him. And Caleb, who has risen from dead, doesn’t deserve to hear any of it. He’s innocent in all of this and no matter how angry and resentful you can feel towards him, you’ll never be able to hold it against him.

“Get home safe, Caleb,” you breathe the words out, slowly releasing your hand from his mouth.

You push away from him and bare the thundering rain on your own, hugging your jacket to your body. You sprint across the street, desperately needing to get away from him.

Caleb watches you with wide eyes, captivated by the woman you’ve become.

You’ve lost all the baby fat in your cheeks. Your hair is longer and is styled to perfection.

You’re bolder. Funnier, even, whether it’s intentional or not. Caleb laughed at your jokes in the cafe, particularly the ones that George didn’t find funny.

Whatever. He’s an idiot.

He heard your laugh from inside the cafe and got drunk off of it. He found himself smiling wider than he has before in the past year.

You took his mind off of his stressful job, which he just came back from, and relaxed his body. He didn’t think about how ling he stayed in that damned tunnel nor did he think about his connections with Ever.

Your laugh turned off the fight or flight switch that perpetually stayed on inside his head. It did pain him, though, to know that you were out with other guys. This George fellow is not your match. He’s a Sul-indulgent prick who only talks about himself.

And what the fuck is a video game consultant anyways?

His job is nothing compared to being a Colonel in the Farspace Fleet. You’ll surely be impressed with that.

You did always say you loved a man in a uniform.

His purple eyes flicker with excitement. He steps out into the rain and follows in your exact footsteps. Once he’s across the street, he turns around and stares at the cafe you two once sat in.

She walks out with her friends, umbrellas covering their heads. They smile and laugh with one another, teasing as thunder booms in the background. He chuckles at their umbrellas but his smile quickly fades when he realizes that you didn’t have one.

Silly girl. Now he has to check in on you and make for sure that you don’t catch a cold.

His gaze drifts to her but the spark he once felt isn’t there anymore. She’s…boring now. Caleb tilts his head back and laughs.

How could he have been so blind?

His focus has been on her all along but you…you are something else.

Captivating. Intoxicating. Enchanting. Hilarious. Fascinating.

Your fruity perfume formed a tent in his pants. Have you always smelled like apples and cinnamon? You encapsulate an autumn evening. Suddenly, he loves it when the leaves change colors and fall from the trees. He’ll never let you fall ever again.

Caleb doesn’t know how he let you slip through his fingers so many times. You live in Skyhaven, too, right under his nose. He should have found you sooner.

He should have gone with you to the homecoming dance. He regrets not watching you during the countless games you’ve invited him to. He should have closed the door in her face when she petered you two when you needed to study for the math exam. It was never your best subject. Lucky, he excelled in it.

And he should have fucking gone after you when you told him to fuck off all those years ago.

But now?

Now Caleb’s going to take back the time he missed out on. Surely, you’d feel the same way when he comes back? After all, he does know where you live now.

Six floors up. The fourth room from the left. You have a stained glass butterfly hanging in your window. He’ll see it up close soon enough.

He stands outside your apartment building with a bright smile on his face, staring up at your bedroom. He can see you move throughout the living room, your shadow painted against the far wall. His eyes follow as you slip into your bedroom. You look out the window.

What are you looking at? I’m here. Show me anything. Give me the signal I need to come and save you.

You turn on a lamp. The light points up to the butterfly, illuminating the blue and orange colors from the glass.

You’re so thoughtful.

How did you know those are his favorite colors?

Caleb chuckles to himself, shaking his head. His feet carry him to the entrance of your apartment building, just barely sneaking in as a couple leaves. He thanks them and sneaks to an elevator, stepping inside as he presses the button to your floor.

Thank you for the signal, he thinks to himself, I’ll be there soon.

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Astro Observations~51

A lot of people with a mars square Venus I notice tend to be bisexual/homosexual ( especially if you have a Scorpio Venus and a mars in Aquarius) I also tend to notice these ppl have an issue with cheating in relationships. They usually grow up seeing a lot of dysfunction in relationships.

People you share that you share a lot of 5th house overlays with can make you laugh like no other

Mars in Taurus people usually prefer ppl who are more submissive. Ppl with stronger personalities throw them off. They usually prefer to be the more dominant one in their relationships (platonic & romantic)

Usually people with a Capricorn rising also have Neptune in the 1st house

Venus in Sagittarius’s people can be more open with dating more than one person. Very adventurous in love. More likely to date someone with a different cultural background than themselves.

People with a lot of 5th house placements are easily aroused/ have a lot of hookups. They also tend to develop crushes easily and have a lot of ppl who have crushes on them (especially Venus and mars in 5th house).

Venus/mars in libra usually develop crushes on anyone who’s mildly attractive and give them attention. Very easy to impress.

Venus in the 12th house have such a hard time in romantic relationships. They have this clear image of the perfect person but end up with really abusive mentally ill partners in return. Most of their spiritual growth comes from failed relationships.

You tend to act like your 12th house sign while young and as you age you grow into your 1st house/rising sign.

Gemini risings either never shut up or are as quiet as a church mouse.. no in between

Libra suns with a Scorpio Venus are WHORESSS

Pisces moons can be very codependent on others. A lot I notice struggle with being independent they try to escape from responsibility a lot and struggle with the practical areas of life. I also notice this with cancer moons as well but not as bad.

Cancer moon men are big mommas boys

Leo moons were usually spoiled a lot by their mothers. Other siblings could’ve felt they were the favorite child

Mars in Leo’s love language usually is words of affirmation. They love when others acknowledge how good they are at something or how attractive they are. Can take criticism a lot harder than most.

Mercury in the 12th house can make you feel like you are a shadow. When you speak people usually never listen or make you feel like your thoughts are un important

Venus in Virgos are by far the most selfless in love. They will give you the world if they love you. However they are usually treated very poorly in love:( they are the best people to date but have such sucky luck in the love department and their love is usually very one sided. the definition of “nice guys finish last”

Saturn in the 7th house people usually fall in love with others that don’t feel the same way about them

Leo suns thrive off of attention whether the attention is good or bad. They just want to be acknowledged so bad.

Venus in Libra women tend to act dumb to seem more attractive to men

Venus in Taurus’s love language is cooking for their partner & they are usually amazing cooks!

Taurus placements can be big haters when insecure. They have a tendency to project their insecurities onto others.

February Pisces act more like the stereotype definition of Pisces. They are a lot more naive and emotional and more hopeless romantics than the March ones. The March ones are more nonchalant, reserved about emotions and independent!

Saturn in the 5th house native usually don’t start dating until much later in life. They can be kinda awkward when it comes to love. Can choose to lose their virginity later in life. They can come off as lacking a lot of depth and be very vague when talking to someone they are into (even if deep down they are very deep). They also tend to waste their talents most ppl with this placement tend to be incredibly talented but don’t use it out of insecurity.

Having an empty house in your chart can make that area of your life not as significant to you or it doesn’t come as naturally (eg; empty 10th house can struggle to find a career they are passionate about or they aren’t too ambitious in that area)

People with a lot of 12th house placement are super secretive, they hate when others know too much about them. Can put on an act or hide their personality from others a lot.

Venus in the 5th house people are super charming. They can be grotesque and still pull the baddest bitch I swear.

Venus in Libra women either are disgusted by women who come off as too masculine or are super intrigued by them

Mars in Pisces are more likely to get bullied by others because of how passive they are. They have a harder time standing up for themselves and hate conflict. This can cause them to get walked on a lot.

Capricorn moons can come off as lacking empathy. Really hard people to open up to emotionally because they always look super uncomfortable and can make you feel awkward for being vulnerable.

Aqua Venus/moons cut off game is CRAZY, once they’re done with you it’s like you never existed to them. Your existence is erased from their mind. You can be close with them for years and they’ll leave like you meant nothing to them if you really fuck up

Fire suns really like talking about themselves. They can talk about what they are good at for hoursss.

Aries suns have a big main character complex.

Aries suns, moon & Venus women can have a hard time being feminine. Even if they are all dolled up all the time they have very masculine personalities usually. They also hate girls who are very pick mes

Air Venus’s get the ick more than most Venus signs. Which is why they are considered players

Moon in Aries have great eyebrows

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manipulative bf haechan,, the kind who wants a cute, naive, inexperienced gf so he can train you into the perfect desk pet, corrupt you into giving your all to him. “c’mon baby, this week was so stressful, don’t you want to make it better for me?” when he won’t give you cuddles and his eyes are glazed over, staring at his computer screen deep into hours of gaming,,, and it would be so wrong to not make him feel better, wouldn’t it? it’s so easy for him to get you on your knees, a bit uncertain but the desire to please him overshadows your doubts,, lips wrapped around his thick cock, hearing him groan with relief as you boy your head so obediently, tongue slipping over a protruding vein as the taste of his precum spreads within your mouth..

and the way haechan pushes your head roughly when you swallow around him, “fuck, you’re made for this,” he grunts, your glossy eyes gazing up at his dark brown ones, the way he exhales breathily as his fingers thread through your hair, head tipped back as he cums hard, hot, milky seed filling your mouth, his grip keeping your mouth on him as cream drips from the corner of your lip before you can swallow it all, a satisfied, lazy smirk crossing his face at the sight of a drip drool and cum seeping from your lip,, ‘fore he pulls you up to his lap, messy kiss tasting his cum as his tongue pushes into your mouth without care, his good girl. a sloppy kiss as a reward for being good for him, your warm wet mouth and pretty when you’re sucking him off.

mhmm, manipulative!bf haechan,, coercing you into coming into the studio when he’s working so he can fuck you in the booth after hours, not giving a damn about the security cameras or company policy. lewd, wet whimpers and slurred swears, loud slaps of skin on skin concealed by the soundproofed walls, pushed up against them, skirt flipped up and panties around your ankles, his belt discarded on the floor and dark wash jeans loose around his waist as haechan roughly thrusts messily into your pretty cunt, one hand on the curve of your hip and small of your back.

air heavy with heated breaths and the scent of raw sex, relishing the tight clench of your warm pussy wrapped around his cock, hard thrusts making you cling to the wall weakly, the way haechan never bothers to bring condoms so your cunt milks him of his hot, creamy cum ‘til it’s dripping a viscous white down your thighs. your panties shoved into his pocket when you leave the company building together, a smirk on his lips at the way you stumble, trying to tug the short skirts he loves down to hide the sticky mess of cum dripping from your swollen pussy,, thighs rubbing together unknowingly and fuck, does haechan love it. completely and utterly his girl, made you and trained you to become his.

lowkey why do i always write kinda shitty bf hyuck idk lol