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drkcnry67 · 4 years ago

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is it really you?

title: is it really you?

pairing: Jared x reader

rating: pg-14

fluff: soulmate au

H&H: free space (reincarnation)

tags: finding your soulmate, meeting for the first time, memories of past lives, finding eachother and never letting your S.O die, ending the cycle of reincarnation through some massive self exploration.

summery: there is none

mentioning @sweetness47

created for @spnfluffbingo @heavenandhellbingo

the beginning of your problems (what you know now as your first life) started with someone you love, someone who was yours as well as your lovers doom. the person who loved you was called “Cathal”, you were called “Caitir”.

you were not betrothed to this man, but somehow you and he still found comfort in each other’s arms. the man who would soon take you both from this world was called “Seoc”.

Cathal: to my love i present thee with this dagger, this is my gift for your hand in marriage. sweet Caitir forever is all we need, forever is all we shall have.

Caitir: brave Cathal, i shall accept your proposal for marriage.

whilst “entertaining” Cathal in your chambers, you both were too preoccupied to notice someone sneaking in behind you. Seoc waited till both you and Cathal were asleep and then stabbed you both killing you both instantly.

a curse placed on you both would reincarnate you both till such a time as the curse could be broken, but would the cycle end easily or have to be done the hard way.

“this curse placed on 2 murdered sleeping helpless. lovers written in stars for time cometh. these 2 coming together again and again as they are reborn, till the viscious cycle breaks, shall they live out normal and die for the last time. forever shall this incribed be to this dagger!”

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today, one mild summer day in what we call Vancouver British Columbia in what is known as Canada. you are called YN, your job is wardrobe for actors of a hit tv show. this would be where you would soon re-learn the truth.

the dagger you had received as a proposal present, was sitting as a long time artifact in a museum. you on the other hand were laying out the wardrobe for the 2 gentlemen you were working with that day. the same 2 guys that you worked with well every single day.

you were picking some stuff off the floor completely not paying any attention to your surroundings, Jared (Cathal-present day) had no idea of your past lives either till this moment.

Jared wasnt paying attention to where he was going, he didnt see you. he tripped over your crouched form, instead of falling on his face he grabbed you, pinning you to the ground keeping both of your heads off the ground.

he looks down at you, then the memories came to both you and Jared in flashes slow and fast. but in each memory was the both of you in this exact position. after 10 minutes of just layign there lost in eachothers eyes.

Jared: are you alright? Am I hurting you?

Yn: I'm alright and no your not hurting me. Did you happen to see..

Jared: visions of sorts after we fell ya I did. What does it all mean?

YN: it means I guess we know each other. It seems like we know each other very well. Cathal.

You say as if it was normal for you to call him that.

Jared: it would indeed seem as such Caitir. The question is what the hell happened to us to make us like this.

YN: obviously we have alot to figure out. let’s start with whatever happened to that dagger that i saw...

Jared shrugged helping you off the ground.

Jared: we could check where it all began. up for a trip to cairo?

YN: i guess we don’t have much of a choice if we want to figure out what happened to us... figure us out...

Jared ushers for you to sit beside him as he pulls out his laptop and begins looking for flights. found one on expedia the details were as follows for what was being booked:

one way flight from Vancouver to Cairo expected to take 21hr 41min to arrive

leaving vancouver at 1:20pm fly for 4hr 33min to montreal for a 2hr 12min layover

leaving montreal at 11:05pm (stupid time change) fly for 9hr 30min (over night flight meaning cuddles yay!) to instanbul for a 3hr 5min layover

leaving instanbul at 6:40pm fly for 2hr 20min to arrive finally in cairo for 8:00pm

you look at jared who also adds a hotel near the pyramids for you guys to stay in figuring you wouldn’t want to ruff it.

Jared: before I finish purchasing, I want you to know that whatever we find out in Cairo, it might as well be the biggest discovery of our lives.

Yn: I know but aren't you the least bit scared of what we might find out... I mean it isn't like we can just...

Before you can finish speaking Jensen busts through the door.

Jensen: umm Jared what are you doing and with our wardrobe artist.

Jared: about that ya come sit down buddy there is something we need to well show you.

Jensen sits between you and Jared as he eyes you both very suspiciously.

Jensen: alright what's going on buddy your acting very strangely.

Jared and you both place a hand on either side of Jensen's head willing for the memories you both had just experienced to flow into his mind to see what you both did.

Jensen falls off the couch a few moments later, looking between you and Jared.

Jensen: so what the hell are you...

Jared: we are going to Cairo to figure this out. Cairo is where it all began for us, Cairo is where we will find answers.

Jensen: when does your flight leave?

Jared: tomorrow afternoon. we have to be at the airport for 11am i think... 2 hours before flight leaves for international flights. we still have to pack and talk to Rob and the others to make sure I'm covered to go. That we can figure this out. For the entirety of our lives we have died and come back to find eachother for years now and we just want to figure this out.

Jensen got up and began towards the door.

Jensen: well lets go present this to Rob and the crew. and get set for your time away... it will not help to be unprepared for any of this. if what you showed me is true then you both have alot to discover and im gonna do whatever i can to support you both.

Jared: thanks dude, now YN are you ready for whatever lies ahead of us?

YN: im ready to find out why we have only just remembered all of this now, how many times it has happened and the story behind it of course.

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that was how the journey started, after a very long conversation with Rob and the crew, you and Jared were cleared to go on your trip. going to your hotel first checking out and taking your backpack with you.

you and Jared decide that you both should stay at the airport hotel considering it would just be easier. settling into the room, you sit down to make a journal entry. you did this every single day, but today felt like you definitely should document this.

Jared came out of the bathroom to see you sitting on a pillow on the ground with a pen and a notebook. you were writing out your journal, you didn’t see Jared approaching.

Jared came up to you placing a hand on your shoulder.

Jared: what are you doing?

YN: writing in my journal. making sure that whatever happens we can document what the hell we go through on this journey. maybe just maybe one day we can look back on this and realize that this was destined to happen as it has so many other times before.

Jared: look i know its alot to process and believe me i too am having issues processing this but i might have a way to take our minds off it.

you finished the entry, and then closed the book. turning to face Jared smiling.

YN: what did you have in mind?

Jared picks you up and kisses you, fierce are his lips against your own. his arms supporting you as your legs curl round his waist. he tears your shirt from the back as he falls while holding you onto the bed.

the rest of that evening well the next few hours were spent in the bed. Jared now petting your hair speaks.

Jared: that was amazing. definitely took my mind off things.

YN: that was an amazing way to loose my virginity. and i couldn’t have lost it to a better man.

Jared: do you think this happens every time we reincarnate?

You shrugged but stayed right where you were knowing you were comfortable and safe.

YN: no idea but im not ready to move can we just lay like this for the rest of the evening. we can eat in the morning.

Jared: that’s why we got the continental breakfast. plus i think i owe you a new outfit.

You looked to where Jared was pointing.

YN: that’s okay i think i owe you new boxers

jared looks to where you are pointing.

Jared: well we can do some shopping when we get to the airport. gift shops exist for a reason and money is no stranger.

YN: that’s true.

now that you both were settled into bed you both decided to get some rest. it was a long day the next would be, and being on a plane you both would probably sleep anyway.

you both woke up the next morning to a phone call from the front desk, telling you there was breakfast and that we had to be at the airport within the hour for the 2 hour head check in.

you hung up the phone and watched as jared slunk to the shower. you followed cause he looked like he could use a pick me up. after some shower fun and getting dressed into something comfortable for the plane ride.

you both head with your bags to breakfast. eating lots to avoid being too hungry later on, you decide that its time to check out and find the airport shuttle. getting to the airport you both get through check in and security and now its time to kill 2 hours. well that was easy, shopping and playing cards and crib and tic tac toe and buying some jewelry just for fun.

then it was time to board the plane. doing so and the plane took off. you and jared holding hands you resting your head on Jared shoulder. you both cuddle for the flight to montreal planing to take a couples photo and pick up some souveniers along the way.

same thing with instanbul except that flight was an over night so you both mostly took the opportunity to sleep. upon arrival in instanbul you both stretched and looked around and grabbed souveniers boarding the final flight to cairo.

cairo in the evening damn it was gorgeous. just the way things were supposed to be. Upon this their arrival to Cairo, they took a shuttle to their hotel. The entire way there Jared held your hand, walking into the hotel you both go to the desk to check in.

Clerk: checking in?

Jared: yes under Padalecki.

The Clerk types into the computer for a moment and then speaks once more.

Clerk: ah here you are, ah your in one of our exclusive suites. Give me one second to grab your package that goes with it.

You still holding onto the hand of the man you apparently have known for centuries, & just lost your virginity to night before last, made you all the more happier. The clerk a while later places a packet on the counter in front of you both.

Clerk: this has all the information one could possibly need as well as a list of shops near by and when tours leave and some information on local legends.

That caught both yours and Jared's attentions.

Jared: local legends???

Clerk: oh yes, our most popular one is of a High priestess who fell in love with the prince of this region, but they were cursed and murdered for it by his father's advisor who grew jealous of the young lovers. The advisor used the Dagger the young prince had given to the priestess as a token of his affection to murder them in their sleep. He then lied to the prince's father about the whole thing. He was never brought to justice for murdering that young couple. Legend also tells of their curse. In short form, Destiny will reincarnate them for all time till they can somehow break the vicious cycle of reincarnation so they can finally live and die like normal people.

you looked at the clerk, Jared knew you were struck, he was too but you knew what this clerk was saying had to be true.

Jared: is our room key in here?

clerk: yes it is your suite includes a jacuzzi and fabulous egyptian royal inspired decor. as well as complementary royal silk robes. these keys will also get you access to the pool area and the buffet. welcome to the pyramid valley hotel, please enjoy your stay and don’t hesitate to ask questions if you have any.

Jared holding the package walks with you to the elevator, he then turns to you while he continues to hold the bags and the packet.

Jared: are you ok?

YN: no, did you hear that story...

Jared: i know, don’t worry we will explore this more when we get into the room. amongst other things. tonight is all distractions, tomorrow we are gonna start checking this out. starting with this legend, then checking out where me and you back then would have been.

you nod as Jared and you final approach to your room. once there you and Jared walk in and are instantly amazed by the sight of this room.

jared closes the door behind you locking it before putting down the packet and the bags he was holding as he came up behind you.

YN: is it distraction time?

Jared: its distraction time as long as we need...

thats when he started kissing your neck and that was the night. that began the trip of your life.

- after a very very passionate time in bed you both woke at noon the next day. it was time to make the start to your day.

-you didnt want to move, Jared grabbed his laptop to do some research, he had put the packet with his laptop so it was all in one swoop. as he kinda sat against the head board and you were still kinda curled but kinda propped.

Jared and you make note of several locations to check out during your trip. this included the sphynx, the giza necropolis and a few more places.

Jared: what do we want to check out first?

YN: the museum. maybe we can find some clues there first.

~thats exactly what you did, you both got dressed and hit the museum. you both walked in and found out that the museum director who was kind enough to speak with you both was a firm believer in what you both had told him. he decided to show you some of the stuff that had been taken from both of your areas. this was to include the dagger. yes you had found the dagger. now the last thing that he told you both was that the dagger had to be taken to the spot where it all first started and you had to plea to the triple goddess, she would grant the curse to be lifted and reveal who Soec is to you in modern day. you both got the location of the original incident from him and decided to go into the halloween costume shop and grab the egyptian outfits. making sure to bring them with you both when you would go the next day to this place that will hopefully end your curse once and for all. Waking up bright and early the next day you both rent an atv to get you both to the sight. A little cavern within one of the pyramids there was no way in there except for this one entrance. It was sealed when you both arrived. But unlocked when both your hands touched the door. Must have been sealed with some pretty powerful stuff. Going inside you both saw what seemed to be a cavern which had been untouched by dust or anything for centuries or eons if you will. It would soon be your greatest feat. But Jared held the torch in one hand, your hand in his other and you carried the bag on your shoulder. Looking at the surrounding architecture, you both made sure you were safe but this seemed very very familiar to both of you, it was like a secret passage or something. We head back to the story now with a conversation between you and Jared.~

Jared: I know there is something bothering you. Is it the feeling of being in here.

YN: yes it is… Something isn't quite right about any of this. That dude at the museum seemed a little too excited about all of this. But you know what, as long as we figure this out and stop this curse normal is what we shall be eternally, or ya know as long as normal lasts.

Jared: whatever happens in here know that this will not change how I feel about you.

Yn: nor I about… Holy shit… Jared look!

You point ahead and Jared looks where you are pointing seeing the gold architecture turn into columns and statues of anubis and then blood on an alter shaped bed, with a canopy draped over.

YN: this has to be the place. The blood, the hole in the canopy. Don't touch anything yet we need to change into our outfits.

You and Jared careful not to touch anything get changed. Then you pull out the book and place it where it looks like it went. Suddenly the room shook.

Jared: what's happening?

YN: I think it's time for us to call on the triple goddess.

Jared: well whatever we do we should do it quickly…

you went over to the book, and opened it to a marked page, you brought it to the bed and sat beside Jared, both of you now finding it easy to read the arabic pages.

YN: نحن نلتزم بدعوة الإلهة الثلاثية ، فلطالما تجولنا في هذه الأرض ، ولفترة طويلة انتظرنا في دهشة. حان الوقت الآن ، نتمنى الآن أن تتعفى هذه اللعنة التي وُضعت علينا في اليوم الذي قُتلنا فيه ، وأن نتحرر من حياة التناسخ هذه. يا إلهة ثلاثية ، أرسل لنا لخدامك المخلصين علامة متواضعة للتأكد من أنك قد سمعت دعوتنا (we adhere to the call of the triple goddess, for too long we have wandered this earth, for too long we have waited in wonder. now it is our time, now we wish that this curse placed on us the day we were murdered be appeased, that we be freed from this life of reincarnation. oh triple goddess send us your faithful servants a humble sign to be sure you have heard our call)

that was of course when this light radiated from both you and jared, then a figure appeared before both of you.

Anubis: i am anubis, i am your guardian High priestess Caitir, in this time i would like to say the curse shall be lifted once the one who killed you both originally is dead. you will find him back where you both have come from, he has been living among you both, pretending to be your friend. but really was unfazed when you showed him your little secret. Seoc goes by...

a flurry of rage and anger filled both you and jared. that cut your trip short. you got reimbursed for the days you didn’t stay, as you both flew back to vancouver. you waited till it was night fall then approached this person at the studio...

the announcement of yours and Jared’s arrival seemed not to phase this person, after he had been a dear friend to Jared for many many years, and a loyal person to you. neither of you could understand why he would ever do such a thing.

Jared: Jensen, why did you do it?

Jensen turns to face you both, he once more didn’t seem surprised by the fact that you both were back early.

Jensen: what exactly do you think i did?

Jared: why did you kill us?

the cast and crew backed away from you Jared and Jensen as you three began to glow, the final showdown had begun.

Jensen: because i had to raise my status with your father Cathal, this bitch here was just a side piece that got in the way...

#spnfluffbingo #heaven and hell bingo

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cogham · 7 years ago

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hey hey here’s another writing tip from someone who probably shouldn’t be giving writing tips (me) because i wanna write but am still making myself sad working on actual writing whoops

i caught myself not using this enough while trying to work on stuff earlier, so i’m writing this out as a sort of lecture aimed at myself, pfft. but still it might help others out there too (ppl seemed to really like my last writing tip post wow thank you guys ;-;) so i mean u kno

(ofc tagging the writer pals @j4m-ch4n & @t3f3r)

So, there’s that old thing that everyone’s been told about how you should try to use words other than “said.” There’s also that old counter-thing that points out the fact that, if you’re afraid to use “said,” it can turn your writing into an unfortunately hilarious disaster. Honestly, you really don’t want to use “said” too excessively, since — like any other word, honestly — it can get repetitious, and is an easy word to fall into that weird I’ve-read/heard-this-word-so-many-times-now-I-can’t-even-remember-what-it-means trap, but using other words like “yelled,” “cried,” “whispered,” or even simple ones like “asked” and “replied” too much can totally detract from their power... as well as make a piece of writing sound silly.

So what’s my tip? Simple: just don’t say fuckin’ anything.

If a character is saying something casually, or with the same tone that had been established earlier, you really don’t need to say “[insert name] said” or anything of the like after they’ve spoken. All that’s really important is that you establish who the speaker is, and you can do that without an “[insert name] said.” You can use their name while pointing out an action they do, or a sound they make, or a shift in position, anything like that. As long as you establish who it is that’s speaking, you don’t need to acknowledge that they “said” anything after the quote’s been spoken.

Here’s just a few examples of paragraphs which establish a speaker without using any said-like words:

Kanrik rolls his eyes at the request. “No. And don’t ask me again.”

“Please hurry this up...” It’s clear in Simeon’s tone that he’s growing tired of this conversation.

Cathal’s grin has never been more smug. “I knew you’d say that.”

As long as the speaker is addressed somewhere before or after the quote, you can avoid using any said-like words altogether.

You can also “dress up” your saids by working them into larger sentences, making them less noticeable. For example:

Nickolas’ voice remains just as sober as he says a soft, “Don’t worry, I understand.”

“I am getting really sick of your bullshit, kid.” Apsy says this with a growl rumbling in the back of her throat.

Ajani has never been one to show emotion, so it catches Mer off-guard when the warrior smiles and says a gentle, “I’ll be sure to remember that.”

Another thing along these same lines is that words such as “hissed,” “sobbed,” “whined,” and other more descriptive alternatives to “said” hold a lot of power, and come with a lot of imagery. To avoid overusing them and accidentally making them lose their impact, you can set the tone of voice that the character is using by describing the character’s actions instead, or by just describing their voice in of itself.

For example... If your character is incredibly pissed off, and, like, legit about to stab someone, rather than saying “he/she/they threatened,” you could say something like:

Kamen’s voice, too, is now seemingly shaking with rage. “You’d better watch your tongue...”

“Leave. Him. Alone.” Novani’s every word is its own threatening statement.

Jenner clenches his hands into fists. There’s murder flashing in his eyes. “Don’t you ever show your face around here again, do you understand?”

So... yeah. There’s my little tip for the night.

//throws confetti//

#writing shit #tbh jam is the queen and king and entire holy cosmos of using all of these things like damn dude i wish i did it that naturally #i say ''says'' and ''asks'' and ''replies'' and such way too much i really need to work on it #jam gimme ur natural talent cus i like. know these things. but i'm bad at naturally implementing them #i always have to rewrite things cries loudly #ah well #maybe someday #if i'm lucky mister talent will rub his tentacles on my art #anyway i wanted to get shit done tonight but i'm useless so i didn't shrugaroo oh well #anyway night

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jamoire · 7 years ago

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Tea Time [unedited]

word count: 1,795 written by: Jammy💕 Fandom: Neopets

Honorable mentions: @bamboo-tea , @gelertassassin

Author’s comments: I was going back and forth from cleaning my room, listening to music, adding stuff to my queue and trying to find something to eat when I had this idea to write a thing about Jenner/Simeon meeting Oliver for the first time. It’s been a while since I’ve been so pleased with Jenner and Nickolas’ vocabulary, I gotta keep that groove, haha.

I also just realized that I don’t have a tag for Oliver on this blog, but I mean, his interests are just like his father’s so???

Anyways, here’s wonderwall.

“--and if it wasn’t for the Companion’s Guild then the village would’ve been completely obliterated the very moment the attack happened. It was such a dreadful event, I’ll tell you.” Nickolas comments, sitting back down into his seat across from the grey Gelert. Their small table just happened to be next to the open patio doors, the same patio that lovingly welcomed the cool spring breeze into his home. “But, easily overcoming—at least, that’s what the villagers have constantly told me—the way that they had rebuilt their homes was extraordinary, as well.” Jenner took the moment to uncross and cross his ankles again, his clasped hands not leaving his lap as he listened politely with the inquisitive spark in his honey colored eyes. Reading about these tales in books was quite the treat in itself, but knowing now that his dear friend Nickolas had once walked among that world, slept under the stars that were there and talked with the people who had lived in those times. It was remarkable and...well, being the genuinely curious man he was, he was eager to hear more about it from a very worthy source. His friend Nickolas, the cleric, who had lived and gained memories from many lives lived far before him.

“This was the same little village that had began to use the new home frames when they built, correct?”

“Yes! I shouldn’t be surprised that you had read about that. Anyways, back in my time it was ‘new’ and ‘state of the art’ sort of home frames. Just eight men pulling a rope to bring a side of a house up and—poof! There was a home right there in a matter of hours, instead of days.” Nickolas took the time to reach over and grab his own small tea-cup full of coffee as Jenner took a long savoring sip from his small cup, enjoying the strong aroma and the bitter liquid on his tongue. After a few moments the assassin looked up with a surprised expression, barely remembering to swallow before asking what brew were they drinking. “Oh, the coffee? It’s called ‘Apple Spyder Brand’, it’s from Haunted Woods apparently. One of my husband’s friends owes him a favor so he can get all the spiced wine and coffee he likes.”

“That’s one hell of a favor.” Jenner mutters looking back into the inside of his tea cup to observed the normal looking dark liquid, “Still, it’s absolutely delicious. It tastes like the grounds were infused with something else, but I can’t seem to put my finger on what….”

“Try as you must, I haven’t been able to figure it out myself.” Nickolas laughs leaning back into his seat and taking a long satisfying sip from the drink himself, Jenner was more than determined to try. He takes another sip and lets the liquid rest on his tongue so that he can study the flavor better, in the midst of his trying a Christmas Gelert wearing only a buttoned up shirt and dress pants came into the room from a hallway on the right. Jenner was certain it was Cathal the very moment he saw the pet come in at the corner of his eye, until he finished his drink and looked over to see that the Gelert actually looked much younger than the usual hunter he was used to seeing.

This man was off to one of the bookshelves on the left just behind Nickolas’ seat looking through the top shelf—half in a hurry, half taking his time to read the spines—and it seem like he wasn’t getting anywhere. Jenner leans forward a little, pretending that he was just setting the tea cup on the table in between him and Nickolas but in reality he’s leaning a little more so he can get a glance at this Gelert better.

His eyes and hair were a dark earthy brown, his features were much younger than Cathal’s and from the peach fuzz on his chin it seems that he was trying to grow out a beard or goatee. There was a mark on the back of one of his hands that Jenner caught sight of when the young Gelert reached up to grab another book, the assassin tilted his head a little to see it better but the mark didn’t look like anything he’s ever seen. Strange. “Oliver, dear. What are you looking for?” Nickolas finally asks not even turning around to see the young Gelert behind his seat, the Christmas pet looks over for an instant and goes straight back at looking through the shelf.

“One of father’s old journals, we can’t seem to find it in the library so--”

“Which one?”

“The, uh, one that had the giant disgusting looking leech on the first page?”

“Top right, it’s the navy blue book.” Nickolas comments taking another sip from his cup. The other Gelert halts his search and looks over at Nickolas’ direction with a sarcastic eye brow raise—actually, one that looks nearly identical to Cathal’s—and then looks over at Jenner with the same expression. Though he is clearly being observed the young pet just grins at him and holds a hand up with three fingers shown, he slowly counts down his fingers from three—two—one— “Oh! Faeries damn it, I’m so sorry Oliver.” Nickolas gasps quickly putting the tea down on it’s saucer and he stands up from his seat to hurry over to the young pet who still hasn’t left the bookshelf. The cleric looks among the shelf for an instant and finally pulls out a dusty book from it’s perch, handing it to the other with a flustered expression. “Sorry, I completely forgot that you and your father--”

“It’s alright Nicko, I’m used to it.” Oliver grins grabbing the book and waving it in the air with a laugh, “And for you knowing father as long as he says, I think he’s used to it as well.”

“That’s the thing, my son. I’ve known your father for years, it doesn’t slip my mind as much because he has glasses to correct his vision, you don’t.” Nickolas sighs in defeat but he can’t help but smile as Oliver says that the only glasses he wears is so he can actually see the world around him. “I shouldn’t be surprised, your father has used spells countless times to fix his nearsightedness.”

“But there’s not a spell for colorblindness yet, is there?”

“I’m afraid not, my son.”

“Well that’s alright, it’s not that I feel like I’m missing out on anything anyways.” Oliver said taking a peek around Nickolas to the tea table where Jenner still sat with accusing eyes, yup, still looking intimidating. “Is he…uh…does he always make that face?”

“My apologies.” the grey Gelert finally comments, putting his cup down on it’s respective saucer as well so he can stand up and walk over to introduce himself. When reaching the young pet he rests a hand on his diaphragm and give a respectful royal bow. “My name is Jenner Rathbone, I haven’t had the pleasure to meet your acquaintance yet Mr--?”

“Sir Oliver Pauper Callahan, sir.” Oliver grins that know-it-all smile that Cathal always gives whenever he tries to impress someone, when the two shook hands they were both surprised by the other’s stern grip. For Jenner, because this young man looked around to be Kanrik’s age so it surprised him that he can house so much strength. And For Oliver, well, he wouldn’t admit that this tired looking man might be hiding far more than he lets the world see.

“Yes, this is Cathal’s son.” Nickolas grins at his friend, Jenner glanced back with surprise and he was about to let go of Oliver’s hand but without any avail. The cleric chuckles behind his hand as Jenner turns to look at the smaller Gelert with a threatening stare and another tug of his hand to free himself. With no success a second time he finally comments ‘is that so?’ “Yes,” Nickolas answers stifling more chuckles behind a closed fist and he turns away from the scenario so he can quickly tend to their tea time snack. “he’s insisting on getting some study help from Cathal since he graduated from the Winterhelm college.” Nickolas knew that Oliver was just a very observant person, more so than his father and every other person he’s ever met in his life. Though whenever anyone asks why he’s so such, Oliver always seems to have a different story or excuse for every occasion, just like his father Cathal, so mysterious.

Oliver whistles an impressed note under his breath as he lifts his gaze from his and Jenner’s hands so that he can meet the assassin in the eyes. “So you’re a sword fighter and a dark arts caster? That must really come in handy in your line of work, sir.” Jenner would be apprehensive about this stranger commenting on his occupation if it wasn’t for the fact that this young man just saw through his craft like it was listed on his sleeve.

“Pray tell, what gave you that idea?”

“Well, your grip against my palm is the same as a ‘knight’s hold’.” Oliver doesn’t bother to let go of Jenner’s hand as he turns his wrist to show the grey Gelert his proof, “Though your fingers curl downward, that means you use this hand specifically to wield a lighter short-sword, rather than curling inwards as if you were to use a two-handed weapon...oh! Hm, interesting—hold on.” Oliver lets go of Jenner’s hand just for an instant so that he can grab a small statue from the bookshelf, turning on his heel in a full second to toss the small stone carved object towards the assassin’s direction and the moment the item was thrown Jenner caught it without bating an eye. Nickolas, on the other hand, nearly yells out Oliver’s name in warning. “There! See?” Oliver comes back and turns Jenner’s wrist again to see his fingers to show him, “Your fingers are spaced far more than it should be on a ‘hilt’, that means this hand plays instruments too, correct?”

“My, that’s very impressive.” Jenner claims smiling back the chuckles that threaten to escape him, but unable to hide the grin when Nickolas stomps over and grabs the small statue from his grasp. He knows it’s only because Nickolas doesn’t want Oliver to throw it again...or any other object of his. “And, how do you know I use magic with the other hand?”

“Simple.” Oliver grins gently nudging the assassin’s hand up by his wrist to show him his tunic’s cuff, “There’s still dark magic on your sleeve, that means you were working today.”

Sorry I ended this here, I hope you liked it!!

Bonus: At first Nickolas was a little worried of trying to get close to Oliver because he’s Cal’s son with a lady friend of his. He didn’t want to overstep boundaries or anything. But Oliver’s thrilled that he has two dads, since he didn’t really have a father growing up--now he can have two?! hahaha.

#witchywriters #neoart #neopets fanfic #the gelert assassin #gelert assassin #Jenner #Simeon #OC things #Nickolas #Cathal #Oliver #also Cal Oliver and I have the same colorblindness 'cause I don' give a fuck lmao #also I should specify that this is the first time that Jenner had met Oliver face to face and....well...covered in blood lmao

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scumbagmordremoth · 8 years ago

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Naniya

thefreelanceangel asked ✿ : A friend; ≈ : A passing acquaintance; ❤: A love interest; ஐ: A sexual partner; ♠ : An enemy

But Pepper she’s dead!!!!

But she deserved so much better so I’m choosing not to acknowledge that and filling up her tag with things that will make ppl regret her death as much as I do.

✿ : A friend

Naniya was a friend to most people she met but the most notable was probably Skoryy.

Skoryy and Caoilhain rescued Naniya from Len during a short little DMed plotline I’d done for @phonographzerohash to give her character the desired disfigurement via Courtier. Naniya and her lover Be’lial were created as NPCs for Oriaen to meet along the way and meat shields should the really hodge podged and kind of shittily balanced DnD mechanics I was using the run that dungeon actually conspire to kill Oriaen, they’d take the fall and die instead. lol While I hadn’t initially intended to play Naniya as much of a character, she grew on me with her optimism and, honestly, the tension between her and Oriaen that was caused by her lover’s death. Skoryy was also a large part in my decision to keep Nani as a character because I suppose in Nani I was able to give Skoryy like one depressed trauma victim who actually recovered with his support and encouragement.

RP with Nani and Skoryy was just so incredibly wholesome and while Naniya accepted and grew from Skoryy’s support and kindness it never felt like she was being like...put into a position of lesser power because of it. Skoryy and Naniya’s interactions were invariably uplifting. Even when she was teaching saplings and acting as a wise mentor, Skoryy was there supporting her the entire way without subverting the position she was in as a teacher. It was pretty much the ideal set up between a mentor and a sapling in that it straddled the line of friendship and parentage without overtly being either one. They both grew and learned from one another. Both were allowed to be vulnerable in one another’s presence without ruining the relationship dynamic.

So very often when doing dynamics like that ppl feel like the mentor figure, with their position of authority, has to be like, always strong and never wrong and shit and like nah man. The fun thing about teaching adults is that you can have an actual relationship with and learn from your students as much as they learn from you.

≈ : A passing acquaintance

Nani knew Caoilhain, as well as a majority of the Inflorescence members at least in passing. She met Elidryn once. She also helped the Sandford Cabal very briefly before becoming their test subject during the Maguuma campaign.

the general consensus, ofc, is that ppl generally like Nani. She’s fine and sweet and lives up to the flower she represented (The Daisy or the Sunflower depending on the day and my mood)

❤: A love interest, ஐ: A sexual partner

Naniya’s overarching, defining love interest was, ofc, Be’lial. The man who was trapped in Len’s Maze with her. He died upon arrival, but her relationship with him throughout her formative years informed much of her behavior, personality and tenacity to come.

Nani never forgot Be’lial but she did pursue a few other romantic interests casually throughout play. Off the top of my head I can remember Near Venn (emphasis on casual) and Largo, an old friend of Be’lial’s who had become a drunk in the wake of his death. He lived with Nani for a time as she tried to heal him. Though nothing ever happened in that respect because, well, it would be a betrayal of Be’lial almost,

Naniya had a brief flirtatious tryst with a norn named Miep in the Vigil as well as a date or two with Owaine of the Sandford Cabal before she succumbed to Mordremoth during their experiment. She’s also referenced having lovers in several of her fellow Pale Reavers and was known to openly flirt with Alisette of Cathal.

Naniya spent her life being rather flighty and non-commital when it came to romantic entanglement, so Be’lial being the one and only long term commitment she’d ever had is not out of the ordinary. However it doesn’t negate, in her opinion, her feelings for her more fleeting trysts.

♠ : An enemy

Naniya never really had any specific enemy. She spent most of her life fighting systematic threats (Dragons, Scarlett’s armies, the Court). The closest she ever got was probably Len, who was something of a protege of hers.

To test the shaper concepts that naniya had taught her, Len used her mesmery to form a living maze which she then threw Naniya and Be’lial into, and gradually more saplings and personal enemies thereafter. This is probably the most personal attack Naniya has ever been hit by, but even then Len was doing what she was doing more to test theory than she was to specifically spite the people within her creation.

Naniya, also, never took it to the vendetta levels that Caoilhain always did. She moved on with her life. I’m sure there were people Nani didn’t like or particularly get along with, but I wouldn’t say they were enemies.

#Naniya of Noon #Miep the Soothesayer #Owaine of Dusk #Skoryy

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dippedanddripped · 5 years ago

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Making things last as long as possible is part of Folk’s approach to fashion

Tamsin Blanchard

Cathal McAteer, the founder of cult brand Folk, is trying on pieces from his new line, It’s All Good Folk, at his central London shop and HQ. He’s excited about the new collection. The first pieces went into John Lewis’s White City store that morning and he is visibly chuffed. He’s already wearing the trouser samples, which will go on sale in November, and it looks like he’ll be living in them for a while. He’s his own best customer. “I personally like a dishevelled, worn garment,” he says. “I like that patina things take on when they look well-worn.”

The tagline for the collection made exclusively for sale in John Lewis and Folk, is “Wear it out”. “It’s not fast fashion,” he says. “It’s important that people wear the garments out.” Folk already repairs clothes that are returned if they have been damaged. “If they can be repaired or upcycled, then the team will make sure that happens,” he says. The same will be true for It’s All Good Folk. “If something needs a minor repair we will replace the garment, if need be, then we can repair it and resell it, or we can make a charitable donation so it can be used and worn again.”

Making clothes last longer is important, but it is only part of the story. Fashion has become an industry that even the people who work in it feel increasingly uneasy about. Designers and supply-chain managers like those in McAteer’s team are all too aware of news about microplastic-contaminated rain in remote parts of the world, about fashion brands burning clothes they can’t sell, and the unfathomable amounts of waste and pollution created by the production of fashion and textiles.

McAteer’s team are keen to drive change within the business. When John Lewis approached Folk to collaborate on a menswear line, it made sense to do things a little differently and rethink the way the collection is sourced and made. He employed the services of sustainability consultant Dan Holmes. “We have been studying how we can make our supply chain, suppliers and ourselves do things better,” said McAteer. The result has motivated the team and re-energised the whole business.

A lot of it made both common and business sense, like making sure factories were close to fabric suppliers so they were no longer shipping a material from, say, Japan to Poland, to cut down on air miles. “It’s always a balance,” says Holmes. “Is a recycled fibre better than organic? Is organic better than BCI – which is Better Cotton Initiative? It’s all about trade-offs. Is the focus on ocean plastic or climate change?” These are the questions all brands – big or small – should be asking. But there are no easy answers or quick fixes. “There are definitely people doing it much better,” says McAteer. This is a starting point. The whole team is really excited about the fabrics we’ve chosen to use, from BCI cottons to the organic cottons, recycled nylons, polyesters. It is definitely positive and we are pretty happy.”

Rethinking materials and sourcing is all very well, but it still doesn’t address the issue that we are fundamentally making too many clothes. That’s why McAteer is so determined to communicate the “wear it out” message to ensure that nothing ends up being worn a few times before ending up in landfill.

He shows me the video he made to promote the new collection and its underlying message. It was filmed in Glasgow, inspired by the early days of Folk, when he and a couple of friends would go on a road trip and take pictures. It perfectly encapsulates the Folk spirit – utilitarian clothes to have a good time in. It’s the details that are all important: the seams designed to flatter the lines of the body, the subtle logo printed on the side of a jacket, the fit that allows you to move.

Cathal McAteer grew up in Cumbernauld, outside Glasgow, in the 1980s, with little interest in school and an obsession with clothes and design. He got himself a milk round at 12 so that he could save up money to buy cool stuff he was into, and, by the time he was 16, he was working in Glasgow’s cult designer boutique, Ichi Ni San.

In 1990, Glasgow was the City of Culture (the Independent dubbed it “City of Couture”) and was enjoying its moment in the style spotlight with a thriving music and fashion scene. McAteer was at its epicentre, modelling for the store and soon travelling to the shows in London and Paris, in search of new collections to sell. Already, he was dreaming of his own shop and label.

He moved to London in the late 1990s and, after a few years working for brands including Nicole Farhi, he was convinced there was a niche for a new label for people like him and his friends. In 2001, Folk was born. The name was suggested by a friend – the perfect unassuming tag for a quietly cool Modern British brand that was to gain a following of people in the know, tuned into the worlds of music, art and design, as well as the finer details of utility tailoring.

I really like the patina that clothes take on when they are well-worn

Eighteen years on, Folk has grown a loyal and dedicated following. Womenswear was introduced in 2012 along with accessories, shoes and the odd bit of furniture and a selection of other products that have caught McAteer’s eye and share his values. There are now five stores and regular collaborations with artists, designers and musicians.

The collaboration with John Lewis meant McAteer had to make sure his manufacturers were signed up to the partnership’s Responsible Sourcing Code of Practice that sets out expectations on pay, working hours, child labour, worker rights and the right to freedom of association as well as responsible sourcing of materials, with factories being audited by third-party companies. It meant asking some of his suppliers who weren’t already on the list to sign up, which he says is due diligence and good for them, too.

While you could argue that if Folk is serious about reducing its impact, it wouldn’t be expanding with a new collection in 12 John Lewis stores, but fashion is a business and McAteer wants to grow in a measured way. The irony is, the brand now has a greater access to more sustainably sourced materials which were previously too expensive for him to buy in smaller quantities.

McAteer doesn’t believe people should pay more just because a product is made in a more sustainable way. That, surely, should be standard. Through economies of scale, It’s All Good Folk is cheaper than the main Folk line. A print shirt is £75, while a T-shirt made from Global Organic Textile Standards(GOTS)-certified organic cotton is £40.

As he zips up his minimalist twist on a classic MA1 jacket, which is made of recycled polyester, he talks me through the collection. All the pieces are based on archive favourites, redesigned for today – which means not just the fabrications but the styling, too. There’s a shirt that was originally made in cotton but has been reimagined in a new low impact viscose called EcoVera. The original version felt stiffer, this one has a lovely drapey feel to it.

“It’s all Good Folk is designed with the Folk ethos at heart – that’s unrestrictive clothes designed beautifully with every detail marked off,” says McAteer. “And then we apply this new ethos in that we make these garments in the best possible way, with a trusted manufacturer, using fabrics that are locally sourced next to the manufacturer in great factories. And we will make those garments as clean as possible. We will be scrutinised. But let’s do the best we can… we’re asking all the questions.”

#fashion #life and style #Cathal McAteer #folk #streetwear blog #fashion blog #Global Organic Textile Standards #good folk #womenswear #menswear #streetwear brand

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spookyboywhump · 4 years ago

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heres a. kind of a prompt. im just saying words tho. gags. knives. and bruises. with vanessa. and cathal. yes its edwin again. please my children are starving

@ihaventwritteninsolong I hope this feeds your children uwu

Cathal belongs to Edwin up there :D

(this one got a slight bit longer so it goes under a cut)

CW: Dehumanization, knives, scarring, blood

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“Will you hold still for me, puppy?” Vanessa asked sweetly, as if Cathal had any choice in the matter. One of his hands was bound to the arm of a chair, red rope tied tightly around his wrist. If he struggled too much he was sure to rub the skin raw, more pain on top of whatever she planned.

“You know, it’s rude to not respond to me.” She said, but she couldn’t hold back a smile at her idea of a joke. He whimpered behind the muzzle she forced onto his face, silencing any attempts to beg his way out of this. She held his free wrist in her hand, gripping it so tightly he swore she’d leave bruises. He wanted to pull away, he wanted to escape this somehow, but he also didn’t want to make her angry as he stared at the knife in her hand.

She had held it up to his face when she first tied him to the chair, the blade uncomfortably close to his eyes. She seemed proud of this one, telling him it was brand new, and he couldn’t help but remember their first encounter, when she told him he wouldn’t want her to choose a Cathal knife. He was just as sure as he was back then that she was very right about that.

“I won’t say I’m as skilled as your owner, but I don’t think he’d mind me adding to his, ah, work.” She said, bringing the tip of the blade close to the back of his hand, ignoring Cathal’s desperate whining behind the muzzle. There were already tears in his eyes, but when she briefly looked up to his face, she just smiled. “In fact, I think I’m doing him a favor.”

He squeezed his eyes shut as the blade broke skin, and unfortunately familiar pain by now. His heart hammered in his chest, and he found himself wishing it were Clement instead, at least he knew what he was doing. He’d seen Vanessa’s work, angry, quick slashes and nonsense scars. He didn’t doubt that her only goal was to cause pain and he felt like this time would be no different.

She didn’t even care to wipe away the blood as it ran down his hand, not even caring when it stained her own fingers as she repositioned his hand. He cried out when she cut particularly deep, but she simply shushed him, as if he were being overdramatic.

Please, please, please just stop! He wanted to beg, he would’ve gladly gotten on his knees and cried and begged if he thought it would get him out of this. He hadn’t been given that chance though, the only option was to stay still and endure this, to be good for her.

When he dared to open his eyes, the sight of blood made him sick, he let out a shuddering sob that wracked his whole body, and she glared at him when his hand trembled.

“Hold still.” She said sternly. “I’d just love to punish you, puppy, but I don’t want you to mess this up.” He almost felt the urge to to apologize, a pathetic I’m sorry as tears ran down his face, but all that came out was a muffled sob, causing her to roll her eyes.

He didn’t get to see her design until she was completely done, running her finger over the fresh cuts, before forcefully lifting his hand to show him.

“Come on, even you should know what that says, right?” She teased him. She was right though, he knew what the scratchy C.S. meant. The letters were nowhere near as clean or elegant as Clement’s would've been, but it was still clear enough to him, another mark that he was owned.

By now he was used to that, he knew he was just a dumb puppy who belonged to his sir, but he didn’t like it coming from Vanessa.

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Tag list: @ihaventwritteninsolong , @legallylibra , @to-whump-or-not-to-whump , @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi , @ohmywhump , @grovegrocer , @renkocchi , @whumpasaurus101 , @inky-whump , @lonesome--hunter , @wildlywhumping , @ladygwennn , @withered-whump

#whump #my writing #my oc's #other people's oc's #vanessa #cathal #dehumanization #knives #blood #pet whump #Anonymous

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spookyboywhump · 4 years ago

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if you’re taking requests for your bthb can I request puppy cain for sensory deprivation? Pleeeeeease 🐶

Here you go anon! Thanks for the request!

Trope: Sensory Deprivation

Character: Cain

Fandom: Original Work

Word Count: 1,153

tag list: @ihaventwritteninsolong , @legallylibra , @to-whump-or-not-to-whump , @just-a-raccoon-with-wifi , @ohmywhump , @grovegrocer , @renkocchi

(let me know if you’d like to be tagged, I’m re updating the tag list!)

there’s a brief mention of Clement/Cathal who belong to @ihaventwritteninsolong

CW: Sensory deprivation, dehumanization, pet whump, stress position, mention of being forced to strip (nothing detailed/graphic), muzzles, blindfolds

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It was a struggle for him to stay upright at this point, and his back ached from the forcibly held position. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been on his knees like this, but at this point it was almost agony. He knew there would be hell to pay if he tried to move at all- and even then, his only options really were staying upright or falling to the floor, his limbs bound too tightly to allow for much else.

Though he tried not to focus on the searing pain, there wasn’t much else he could focus on. He knew where he was positioned in the room, but with the blindfold tied tightly over his eyes, he couldn’t even watch the door, hoping for Master’s return. Headphones had been placed over his ears, nothing played but he couldn’t hear much more than his own breathing, his heart pounding away, and the soft whines desperately trying to escape the bit in his mouth, the muzzle locked in place so he wouldn’t say a word until Master allowed it.

He wanted his Master so bad right now.

He supposed that this was his own fault in the end, he shouldn’t have tried fighting Master. He’d only wanted to show him off after all, dress him nicely, force him to wear the harness he liked so much, be pretty and behave for his guests. Thinking back on it, Cain felt like it wasn’t that much being asked of him, and he couldn’t help but be angry at himself for refusing to behave.

He’d stubbornly ignored him when he tried to tell him to change- which only got his clothes torn off him, bruises forming where he’d been grabbed too roughly, his shouting and swearing ignored. Master had told him he could either wear the clothes he gave him, or endure another round of public humiliation, and though he took the first option he wasn’t happy about it, swearing and mumbling under his breath until Master grabbed him by the collar, jerking him close to him.

“You’ll want to shut your mouth, understand puppy?” He snarled, and Cain glared at him.

“I’m not your fucking puppy.” He snapped, and he could tell right away that he’d made a mistake, the moment he saw his master’s cold, grey eyes narrow, he knew that he should’ve just behaved from the start.

If he had behaved he wouldn’t be in so much pain, if he had behaved he would’ve only had to endure a little embarrassment, rather than this punishment. If he had behaved, surely Master would be holding him around his waist, praising him for being his good boy, and maybe even willing to reward him, and that’s what he should’ve wanted, wasn’t it?

I don’t want him, I want the freedom he can give me, He thought, still stubbornly set in his belief that he wasn’t at all attached to his master. Once he unties me I won’t need him anymore, I don’t need that fucker for anything.

Anything except for relief, of course. He shifted in his restraints once again, whimpering pathetically through the gag as pain shot up his back. He squeezed his eyes shut behind the blindfold, angry and embarrassed by the tears welling up in his eyes. He didn’t care that no one was around, Master would surely find him like that, ugly and crying, and he’d be sure to comment on his looks. He was always so quick to remind Cain how ugly he was when he cried.

Just once can you stop fucking crying? Do you really have to prove you’re as pathetic as he says you are? He thought angrily. For fucks sake, you’re almost as bad as Clement’s stupid fucking puppy.

His anger and frustration really didn’t help his situation any, tears streaming down his face. He couldn’t even try to wipe them away, and didn’t even bother to hold his sobs back. Even if anybody was there to hear him, they really wouldn’t hear much through the muzzle. He supposed he should be thankful for it, if he made any disturbances by crying and wailing there was sure to be hell to pay. In the back of his mind, he almost thought he should feel lucky Master stopped him from making that mistake.

It felt as if those thoughts got stronger every day, as if Master was in his head at all times. They would creep up on him, reminding him how kind Master was, how he was so lucky to be owned by him and not somebody worse, how this was so much better than his old life. They caught him off guard, they made him sick to his stomach, scared and angry, and unfortunately, nothing calmed him down quicker than Master lovingly running a hand through his hair and calling him his good boy.

He hated to admit it, but being good really was so much easier than all this.

He jumped when he felt somebody touch him, though he quickly relaxed, by now he was more than familiar with Master’s hands. He gently wiped away a tear running down his face and Cain couldn’t help but lean into the touch, desperately hoping that being sweet and needy would be enough to convince him he’d be good, he had learned his lesson and the punishment didn’t need to last any longer. He almost held his breath as he waited, but finally, the headphones were removed first, then the muzzle.

“You did so good for me, love.” Master said, speaking softly as he removed the blindfold. Cain squinted against the bright lights, but tried to open his eyes enough to focus on his master, and the gentle smile he gave him that made him relax almost instantly. “It must’ve been difficult, staying in position the entire time, hm?”

“Y-yes sir…” He murmured, grimacing at the dryness of his mouth, silently hoping Master would be quick to give him something to drink. “B-but I was able to do i-it, I, I took the punishment well, right?” He asked, looking at him hopefully.

“Punishment? You think this was your punishment?” Master asked, holding Cain’s face in his hands. He could see the amusement in his eyes as his heart sank, more tears threatening to fall.

“I… it… wasn’t…?” He asked, face red with shame as his voice cracked. Master just laughed, pulling Cain forward to kiss his forehead before he got to his feet.

“You really are a dumb puppy, huh?” He said, and Cain’s eyes widened, anxiety creeping up on him as Master continued to speak. “This was just to keep you out of the way until I had time to punish you.” He looked at him with a grin, and it took all of Cain’s self control to not sob out loud as he said, “Lucky for you, darling, we have all night to deal with that.”

#whump #my writing #bthb #bad things happen bingo #sensory deprivation #dehumanization #pet whump #my oc's #cain #Master #god i fucking love puppy cain stuff so much #im really proud of myself two pieces in two days and neither felt forced #i haven't done this in a while #Anonymous

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