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INDIE 'THE WOODS' RP BLOG//CALDER MACREADY//WRITTEN BY ASHER//SELECTIVE & PRIVATE

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hello here to make the psa from my main blog:

i might not be around much the next few days. thing are very rough at home and i have in a bad place emotionally. you can like message me here or on sk.ype (cheyenne.love1216) or k!k (cheyenne.kitten) and i will love u

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YELLS

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👍👍👍👍👍👍👍 bc calder is a pure and sweet baby who has done nothing wrong and you show that so well

Send 👍 if you like my character portrayal; please say why.

i love him so much

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CALDER MACREADY META

Casey’s Abuse

casey had always been a little more mean than necessary to calder than he needed to be, but both his parents and calder had chalked it up to casey being an older boy and being a littler angrier. nothing ever too serious to worry about, right? but then their parents died and something in casey snapped. a thirteen year old can be so much more cruel than any grown adult could be. it started out wth his pinches and punches getting a little more rough, leaving bigger and darker bruises. calder could excuse it, because really, he understood why his brother would be angry. he understood his brother might need an outlet. they'd just had everything they ever known taken away from them. he couldn't really blame his brother for being extra harsh with him, could he? then the harsh words starting tumbling after shaking fists that left calder breathless. his brother loved to tell him how worthless he was, how he was the reason everything bad ever happened to them, how calder should just off himself. they'd be better off without him. gran didn't even like him anyway. no one would miss him anyway. and honestly, when had his brother ever lied to him? when had his brother ever stirred him wrong? maybe everything he was saying was true. maybe he was nothing. was he doing this to break him? to toughen him up? because he hated him? or was it to make sure he knew no one but casey would ever care about poor little calder macready? and it all escalates to the one thing that gets calder completely wrapped around casey's finger. the one thing that cemented the fact that casey was the only person to ever want him, in any sense of the word. they were so young when casey started crawling into calder's bed at night, when they started to explore each other's growing bodies in the dusty lamp light of their grandmother's home. the three year age gap never seemed so big until they were in those intimate moments, until calder realized just how adult his brother seemed to be. his brother drove the idea that he was undesirable to anyone but casey into his head with every almost rough carress that came with those secret nights. every single thing casey ever did seemed to be so thought out to pin calder down under his thumb, to make him his pawn. to make sure his brother need him and only him, and that he would know that anyone else was unreliable. and it seemed to work. who would ever want calder macready, teenage fuck up and local deliquent?

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“don’t change the SUBJECT, calder. i’m not going to sleep until you TALK to me.” in all reality, she wishes she had left already. that she’d stuck with her first idea and just went back into the woods. left for a month or two, alone, for the first time. but she pushes away the tears, letting the anger CONSUME her. “you do this every time we come home, calder. you do this ALL the time. every time we come home, someone sees you walking out of casey’s in the middle of the night. EVERY TIME. and most times, you can’t walk a STRAIGHT LINE. you can’t do this to me! to US!” her voice shakes by the end, jaw set as she waits for an answer. there was BLOOD on his nose, though, and despite her BEST ATTEMPTS not to, she reaches out and wipes it off. it’s enough to bring TEARS to her eyes. “i can’t– i can’t BELIEVE you.” 

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“’m not changing the subject, karen, just--just want you to rest. i worry about you.” and he does, but right now, he doesn’t want her to tear into him. she knows too many ways to get under his skin and he knows she can lash out when she’s hurt. and all he’s done with this is hurt her. all he’s ever seen to have done is hurt people. “i miss my brother, karen. i miss home. is it so bad that i-i-i wanna relive that?” his voice shakes a little bit as he tries to look at her dead on, struggling a little bit with all the soft swirls in his line of sigh. he’s a little taken aback by the soft gesture, reaching out to grab her hand loosely. “don’t cry, karen. please. i didn’t want--this wasn’t supposed to hurt you.”

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“where have you BEEN?” they both KNOW she knows. it’s been the latest rumor for a few weeks– calder’s been seen slinking around casey’s again, always STUMBLING out to head back home. he would climb back into bed with karen, act like nothing was wrong, but today was DIFFERENT. they got back from their hunt, but she didn’t go to sleep when he didn’t come home. she WAITED. he was still high when he walked in, eyes faintly yellow and lips so dry it almost hurt just to LOOK at. was THIS really better than her? was THIS what was taking him away from her? it was so UNFAIR. “i’ve been waiting for HOURS.” 

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her voice makes him jump, never expecting her to be awake. she never had been before, why would she be now? “i was--was just hangin’ out with casey.” his voice is weak and slurred and he blinks a few times to really focus on her. after a few weeks of doing gazer, he’d been building a tolerance to it and it took much more to get him high. only downside is it fucked him over on the down swing of it more. “you shoulda gone to bed, kare, you need your sleep.” being the best hunter had it’s downfalls, but hey, someone has to be the best, and it certainly wasn’t him, right?

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it’s been a long day; they’ve been in the woods at least a week, and karen knew they both not only smelled awful, but felt awful. it’s been harsh and cold, more so than usual, but calder never failed to fix it. he’d set up a nice spot for them and got a fire going for the first time in nights, but even after it dies, karen’s comfortable just to have him wrap his arms around her. god, she wouldn’t trade this for the world, even when he shivers with the cold.         “shh, i’m here.” 

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it was nice to have so much time with karen, loves to be able to do something they both love so much together. it’s even better since they do it so well together. still, a few nights of suffering cold with no fire has definitely lowered their spirits. but the last few hours had been spent trying to start a fire, and when he finally had, he could tell they were both thankful. they easily fell asleep in each other’s arms as the fire died down. even if his body was shivering as the fire died down.

“i know, you’re here, karen.”

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                 BUT IF YOU LOVED ME                               WHY’D YOU LEAVE ME?                                           TAKE MY BODY                                                     TAKE MY BODY

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Send me a '✉' for five times my muse didn't text yours, and one time they did.

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i have the ugliest theme in the woods fandom lmao

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i’ve been watching so much mario maker that my dreams have a mario maker set up now