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[grapemoon]

My 4 am 1% charged crossover dump

[snowfallnight]

[loreartisan]

some season 4 (+ one season 3) shenanigans as textposts (the last one is me predicting that river is gonna get into biiiiig trouble over the course of season 4)

[hr-twink]

pathetic lovable River + textposts (feat louisa because obv)

[dontcallmenelly]

some of my favorite pics of louisa <3

[hr-twink]

i want a louisa v. river’s parents smackdown bcs there is NOTHING as real as the rage against your bestie’s shitty parents. i want louisa to put isobel in her place and then take out frank with a hammer. I want her to be like ‘dw i got this’ and then berate them while river stands behind her like ‘yeah! what she said’

[uzi-x33]

being a multi-shipper is so cool cus i can see some sskk art and be like, omg that’s so silly!! or some atsulucy art and be like, omg that’s so silly!! or some montcott art and be like, omg that’s so silly!!!

[tenderhooked]

camcorder kidnapping has intrigued me

YES......... YESSSSSS....... AHAHAHAHAH YESSSSSSSSSSSSS (<-person who is very normal and not at all thrilled about hurting their favorite characters)

so. camcorder kidnapping is the fic i've been plotting and outlining for the "hostage situation" on my bad things happen bingo card. the gist is, river and catherine get kidnapped together. but of COURSE it's not that simple. of course!

what becomes clear, after these kidnappers have had river and catherine for several days, is that they have some sort of personal vendetta against jackson lamb. and the reason they took river and catherine specifically is because they know that they are lamb's weak spot. these people want lamb to watch river and catherine be pulled apart and unable to stop it. they want it to destroy him.

so, about a week since river and catherine have been taken, lamb receives an email from an unknown sender. he opens it, terrified, sick to his stomach, and is greeted by a thirty minute recording of river being tortured. and it's not-- lamb has seen a lot of shit in his time, he thought he was past his own heart, he thought he'd excised all emotion from himself, but. but seeing this, it's. he starts to cry. because that's river, that's his lad, and he's being beat within an inch of his life because of lamb.

and this... this keeps going. every few days, lamb receives a recording, and he punishes himself by watching it over and over and over again. and eventually, it's not just that they're torturing river. it's that they're taunting him. cruelly. jabs about his mother and his father and the family that abandoned him and lamb will do the same to you, too, one day, and you'll be too busy begging for daddy's love to see it coming. and it's. this whole time, river's been mouthy and disobedient and refusing to let it fully break him. but this? this shatters him. he's sobbing, his heart in pieces on the floor. and so is lamb. he can't help it. he can't-- he can't.

but OF COURSE river and catherine get rescued!!! and the whole latter half of this monstrosity will be them healing and lamb acknowledging that he has a son, now, actually, and louisa and lamb holding each other through the most terrible time of their lives. just. a lot of hugs and cuddling and healing for everybody.

i don't have this fic written at all yet, but i DO have a snip from my outline that has me very >:)))) about what's to come:

at some point, catherine must have fallen asleep, because she wakes to a hard slap across her face, the inside of her cheek clipping her teeth, metal pooling hot and scarlet in her mouth. river, on the other hand, is wide awake, and he instantly goes into attack dog mode, lunging towards the man who's slapped her only to be wrenched back by the hair by the second man who's standing behind him. the noise that escapes him is terrible: half-sob, half-whimper. we'll play with this one first, says the man who slapped her, gesturing at river. leave her here to cry. and it's too late, it's too late: catherine doesn't even have a chance to find her voice, much less stage a protest, before they're dragging river away and the door is locked behind them.

[cartwrong]

For the hurt/comfort dialogue prompts I would love to see 13 or 19 (or any of them honestly).

I absolutely adore your slow horses fics and always look forward to reading them!! 🫶

aw you're so sweet! thank you <333333 and for you, anonymous friend, you get both! #19 is here :) (from this prompt game)

Also, just a heads up, I'm often incapable of writing a drabble. So, yeah, this is 619 words. Oops.

13. "Can't--breathe--".

“River! River! Look at me!”

He did, and God help her that was worse for Louisa. His eyes, glassy and unfocused, bulged in an unspoken question. His chest looked odd, one side concave in an unnatural way as it heaved in an uneven agony and River struggled to breathe. 

“Oh Fuck.”

Louisa turned desperately to Shirley, who was pale and wide-eyed but was thankfully already calling 999. 

“Can’t–breathe–” River gasped, grabbing onto her wrist with a bruise-inducing grip. 

“It’s going to be okay, We're going to get you help,” Louisa said, her voice somehow absent of the terror rampaging through her as her free hand hovered over River’s chest, unsure what to do, where to touch without causing him further pain. 

She hadn’t seen him fall, only heard as he tumbled down the metal staircase outside Slough House. The thing was a death trap, abnormally slick whenever it rained and more than once Louisa had an oh shit moment when her boot momentarily caught on one of the grates. It was only a matter of time before someone fell to their death on it. 

But, of course, it had been River who had been the unlucky bastard to stumble down the stairs. River, who never met a mirror that he couldn’t break, a ladder he wouldn’t walk under, a black cat he wouldn’t pet. Now, as he lay crumpled and bleeding with his chest caved in on one side and his leg in angles legs weren’t supposed to bend, all she could do was hold his hand and wait. 

All she could do was hold his hand and pray. 

Louisa couldn’t lose him, not now, not after everything, not because he fell down the fucking stairs. 

She squeezed his hand harder. It was clammy under her touch, rubbery, not like River at all. River’s hands were warm, warm and comforting and safe. She touched his face with her other hand and he looked at her again, his pupils blown wide and begging her to help, begging her to take away his pain as his breaths came in uneven gasps and his chest shuddered and sputterd to an unholy rhythm. 

Louisa squeezed his hand harder and didn’t let go, not when the ambulance arrived, not when Shirley tried to pry her away, not when they loaded him into the ambulance and covered his face with an oxygen mask and shoved a needle into his chest to inflate his collapsed lung. Louisa didn’t let go until three orderlies at the hospital held her back as she screamed and wailed and tried to follow into the operating room. 

Her hand felt cold without his and Louisa felt all hope slip through her fingers like grains of sand as she collapsed crying onto the floor of the hospital and tried to catch her breath. She was in the same position when Shirley and Catherine found her, her chest heavy, her breathing laboured, her world shattering around her. 

“Can’t–breathe–” she shuddered. 

With surprising strength for her size, Shirley shoved Louisa into a chair and then pushed her head between her knees. 

“You’re having a panic attack,” she said, her hand firm between Louisa’s shoulder blades. “Follow me, alright? Inhale–hold–exhale–and hold again. Okay, again, inhale–hold–exhale–and hold. That’s it.”

By the time Louisa could breathe again, Lamb had arrived, Roddy and Coe trailing behind him like two sullen teenagers who just got told they couldn’t meet their friends at the mall. Catherine shoved a bottle of water into Louisa’s hand and Shirley left her hand firmly on Louisa’s back, but they were nowhere near closer to finding out anything about River’s condition. 

All Louisa could do was sit and wait and try to remember how to breathe.

Inhale–hold–exhale–and hold.

Inhale–hold–exhale–and hold.

[shig4dabi]

Art requests ‼️

[djkerr]

Marian Brook 💛✨🧵🪡

📷 cred @kasia_walicka_maimone via IG stories

[syunkiss]

getting out of the closet in the guild groupchat 👍

GC: capitalism vs society of smart people

poe: I have something to say.

poe: Hi everyone, I'm gay.

mark: IT WAS ABOUT TIME ???? LOL

nathaniel: You're going to hell [insert praying gif]

margaret: It's amazing to know you trust us enough for that, Edgar. I am proud of you. Know we will not see you in a different way for that.

mark: 🥳🥳🥳

francis: Do I need to increase your pay for being a victim of society or smth?

lovecraft: what is gay ?

margaret: Simple, Lovecraft. A gay person is someone who is attracted to the same gender as theirs.

lovecraft: what if I don't have one

mark: the non-gender ever

louisa: uhm.. can I say something too ? i am a lesbian

nathaniel: 🙏🙏🙏oh my Lord oh for God's sake not you too

margaret: It's okay, Louisa. Ignore him. We are also happy you trust us enough for that.

steinbeck: hi I just got my phone now sorry I was in the bathroom

steinbeck: I thought you two were American?

[uzi-x33]

chat how cooked am I if it only ever draw my hyperfixations? umm anyways I was COOKING TODAYY‼️

[frankenjoly]

for the spotify wrapped fic ask game..

23 + tachigin 89 + montcott

tachigin + 23 | stronger than you (caleb hyles)

I know you think I’m not something you’re afraid of

‘Cause you think that you’ve seen what I’m made of

“There’s no way you can outpower me, all alone.” Their target said, in a display of bravado that made Gin need to put on a bit of effort in order to avoid laughing; that would give away his location, and staying hidden until the last second was obviously important.

After all, that was their main thing.

Besides, the roaring laughter Tachihara let out made up for the lack of hers.

“I wouldn’t be so sure, pfft.” He said, finally charging forward as he started firing his pistol. “Also, who says I’m all alone?”

That was Gin’s cue to enter the scene, attacking from the rear as Tachihara had taken the front like they usually did. There was no way they couldn’t win, but even in the almost impossible case it happened… Winning wasn’t the end goal, not as much as distracting the enemy while Hirotsu carried out his part of the plan.

And, again, the two of them together were quite the force to be reckoned with. So there was no fear when Gin jumped on the man’s back, digging his knife in a very calculated move.

“See?” Tachihara added, as the cherry on top, then aimed for the head.

montcott + 89 | oshi no ko (idol)

(You're my savior, you're my saving grace)

Sometimes, Lucy would sing while doing something else, like right now as she made hot cocoa to share. And Louisa couldn’t help but simply stare at her, enthralled. 

At least, until she spoke.

“Dance with me? Please?” As the question reached her, Lucy also held out her hand for Louisa to take. “We have like, seven minutes to wait till this is ready. Enough for one song.”

“I-- I barely know anything about dancing.” Louisa replied, but she managed to take Lucy’s  hand before a pang of nervousness hit her.

“You don’t need a degree to dance a bit with your girlfriend, y’know.”

Those words and Lucy also grabbing her other hand when she accepted melted a big chunk of Louisa’s worries away. Besides, the motion she started wasn’t dancing in any actual formal way, just twirling and swaying at the music’s beat… Which, sure, was a tad more speedy than she had expected at first, but it didn’t matter; Lucy wouldn’t let her trip.

(It was also kind of funny, dancing so merrily when the lyrics were going in a very different direction. But that wasn’t what Louisa was focused on the most.)

When it was time to wrap it up, Lucy pressed a soft kiss on the tip of her nose, then let go of her hands and twirled away in order to tend to their now warm drinks, as Louisa clapped and smiled.

(Also on ao3.)

[zukkaoru]

bowing here, i find my rest

Before they go, though, Lucy stops Louisa in her tracks. She frowns. “Are you okay?” “Your hair is messed up,” Lucy explains. She reaches out, fixing the strand that had somehow gotten tangled around Louisa’s headband. It takes only a moment. Lucy wishes it required more time. She would spend an eternity in a safe room with only Louisa for company, running her hands through her hair, weaving little braids into it. Maybe one day, they can run away and find a safe place together.

on lucy, louisa, and the sanctity of church bathrooms

⛪ 5.1k words || montcott || childhood friends, no powers au ⛪ for @bsd-rarepair-week-2024 day 7: free day