I'm Caitlin and I write sometimes.

Caitlin |30+| I pretend I'm a writer Working on a series called Taming the Mad Bear and the AUs that come with it.

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Hello new friends!

My name is Cait and I am a Tumblr Old who writes chaotically between whatever my brain decides it's flavor of the day is. I do write adult themes.

My main story that I have recently picked back up is called Taming the Mad Bear:

A mad bear.

A limping wolf.

A beat dog.

A caged bird.

A fawn that had played dead too long.

A story about the people and the animals they had become. A story about learning to live with the wounds. A story about finding peace in the little moments between the heartache.

I have 102 different alternate universes that I will also write.

My current obsession is my Pirate Alternate Universe and posts can be found under #The Kinsman

I try to have all my writing tagged under #My Writing.

Might I suggest searching both #Tahlia and #Damien as well- they seem to be my fan favorite characters.

Most of my tumblr is shit posts and screaming into the void. Please come tell me about yourself/your stories!

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Tahlia holds out the pack of cigarettes after mouthing one of her own, holding it between her lips as she waits for Leilani to decide. She hesitates, looking up to watch the way Tahlia rolls the paper between her teeth gently before taking one out for herself.

The match schicks to life as Tahlia strikes it, leaning in close, cupping her hands around the cigarette between Leilani’s lips as she lights it before lighting her own. She shakes the match once before tossing it to the side, both of them quiet as they take their first drags.

Leilani still coughs softly as she exhales, not quite used to the smell or the burn, but the way the nicotine eases the tension in her trembling hands helps.

They’re outside, sitting on the edge of a retaining wall. Leilani’s skin is pricked up into goose bumps that Tahlia tries to ignore, her own hands rubbing together in the night air.

“How is he?” Leilani’s voice is hardly above a whisper, but it’s stern, like she won’t take no for an answer and Tahlia shifts her shoulders.

“Who?”

They both know and Leilani runs her tongue over her teeth, a humorless smile on her face. She taps the ash off her cigarette, her free hand crossing over her stomach. When she doesn’t respond, Tahlia lets the smoke leak slowly from her nose.

“He was fine before you. He’ll be fine now.”

“I’m stuck here, Tahlia.” I’m not a threat. You're all he has. She doesn’t add, though they both hear it.

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to.” her voice is muffled around the cigarette and she won’t meet Leilani’s eyes. Blaise’s face from the last time she saw him had been haunting her- those deep purple bruises under his eyes, the way seeing her had brought this sick ease into his expression. The way he’d been stalking around Springwell, he might as well have been a ghost. Not the terror that demanded a wide berth as he walked, but a man who drew the eyes of the townsfolk who held nothing but pity for the man who used to be a monster.

“I’m not.” Leilani’s easy response broke through as her feet bounced across the mossy wall, “I want to know.”

When the silence spills between them again, Leilani thinks that’s that- the cigarette was the only kindness she could expect from the woman next to her. When Tahlia snuffs out hers, she looks away, out over the sprawling building that housed them.

“He’s needy. Doesn’t like to be left alone anymore.” Both of their foreheads crease as they think of the words and Tahlia swallows, hard, “He reads your journals. Gets mad when I touch them. He leaves the tea kettle on the stove. Leaves his door unlocked.”

It’s the cruelest and kindest thing she could’ve offered, and Leilani nods her head, taking a deep breath as she tries to blink the tears back.

“Thank you.”

Tahlia is surprised that the words feel genuine as they hit her chest, and she still doesn’t look over to the hollow shell of a girl that sits beside her.

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“Things change. I’m not that naive girl on the beach anymore- I can’t live your life. Or Damien’s life. I can’t… I can’t put aside this… this safe warm home for that damned ship. I can’t live under Tahlia. I can’t fight anymore.”

“Then…” he runs his hand over his jaw, and then he’s moving himself in front of her, taking up her hands even as she tries to pull them back, “Let me put you up.”

She starts shaking her head, and he’s dropping to his knees to look up at her, brown eyes sparkling.

“I’ll buy you a house. I’ll take you to sea whenever you’re ready for that adventure. I’ll bring you home when you’re ready for that safe warm bed.”

“Rainer, please.” she’s speaking over him, and there’s warmth and panic in her chest and he’s not letting her go, but she’s not pulling very hard. “I can’t just sit in your house alone waiting for you to come home.”

“We’ll take turns.” he’s earnest, bringing her knuckles to his sternum, “Madsen, McAllister and I. Robin too when you’re tired of us fools. We’ll keep you company. It’ll be your home, Leilani.”

“This is dramatic, don’t you think? This is Damien’s idea, isn’t it?” she’s bent over now, shaking her head as they fight to get their words out between the others, “Please, James. Please get up. This is humiliating, and improper, and-”

“You wouldn’t say it.” he breaths, “You wouldn’t say you loved him.”

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Leilani freezes, her features falling as she tries to remember- of course she had told Damien, hadn’t she? He’d asked, he’d prodded. Of course she told him that she loved Charles.

But she didn’t. She had just asked him to leave when he pushed, hadn’t she?

“Please, James.” she whispers, her hands shaking in his. “Please don’t do this to me.”

“If you loved him, I could live with this, Leilani. I could live with you choosing this.” his voice is strong, even, “But I don’t think you’re choosing this for him. I think you’re choosing this because you don’t think you can do better. Because you’re scared.”

“Please.” it’s all she can say, her voice trapping itself in her throat. “Please, just get up and let me go.”

“Did we hurt you this much?” Rainer smiles sadly, squeezing her hands, “That you won’t even think on it?”

“Let me go.” She has tears in her eyes, her voice a plea.

He kisses her knuckles before he finally listens to her, putting her hands back in her space before he slowly releases them. Leilani’s entire body is trembling now as she takes a shaky step back, and then another, and then she leaves him there, kneeling in the street. When she turns her back, he rises to his feet, shoulders slumping as she tucks her tail and runs.

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Haldis doesn’t wait like the others had. He walks straight up to the bar, sitting down in front of Leilani with his leather journal falling open in front of himself. His light eyes are taking her in, pulling a pen from his inside jacket pocket as she stops, her hands on the bar.

“We’ve pooled our money together.” he says as his way of greeting, voice matter of fact in the way he always is, “All three of us. If you’ll have us, I have a house picked out in Disment. It’s in a town not far off from the water, far enough away from the camps so you won’t be bothered if you don’t wish to be. Close enough that we can be to you within an hour of landing on shore.”

She raises an eyebrow, and he flips the page, pushing the journal to her. There’s a drawing there, the door of the home is arched, two rocking chairs on the porch.

“This is a slight exaggeration.” he admits as her fingers brush along the flowers at the windows, the tree at the corner. He holds up a finger, asking her for her patience, “Tahlia has been convinced that Disment is a lovely home base when we’re not at sea. We are heading there at the end of the week, and we’ll be staying long enough for her to set down roots, stake her claim.”

“Haldis,” she starts shaking her head, and he taps the page again.

“I have it all taken care of, Lei. We’ll stay and buy the house, and we’ll do any updates and furnishings you’d like. We have the coin upfront, and then you’ll be able to live off of the money you’ll make selling eggs, milk and kids.”

“Eggs, milk, and kids?” her shoulders slump, but he’s the only one that’s pulled a smile from her lips, always the one with a plan.

“There’s a barn and a coop- I’ve budgeted for a herd of goats and chickens.”

“Of course you have.” she pours him a glass before she moves down the bar to fill another patrons, pulling his coin. She works the bar until he’s finished half of his drink, making her way back to him.

“So,” she’s smiling at him again, but he can see the wariness in her eyes, “What’s your reasoning for trying to convince me?”

“Same as the others.” he shrugs, crossing his arms in front of himself, “I want you happy.”

“And who says I’m not?”

“Are you?”

They stare at each other for a long moment, and then she looks down at his book, turning it back to herself and flipping through it.

“Which one told you about the flowers?”

“Damien.”

“He’s a gossip.” she murmurs, though her finger runs longingly over the porch railing. She snorts lightly, tilting her head, “Did Rainer tell you how he volunteered for each of you to stay on land with me?”

“He did.” he smiles back, eyes on her face as she relaxes ever so slightly, “He went straight to Captain and told her.”

“Did he now?” she shakes her head, “And how did Ms Bowen take that?”

“She said we’d be in charge of finding our replacements. And that you two would have to work out a contract.”

She snorts again, then looks up at him, “All of you, really?”

“All of us.” he nods once. He watches her gently fold the page, running her thumbnail over the edge before she slowly, carefully rips out the picture. She folds it and places it in her apron pocket, and then she rolls her shoulders back, standing up straight.

“So, who comes next?” Leilani asks, “Who else is Lord McAllister and Mr Rainer trying to bring in their crusade?”

“No crusade, Leilani.” he’s serious again, and she reaches forward, taking a long swallow of his drink as he repeats, “We just want you happy.”

[ren-is-real]

You know when

[molabuddy]

having ocs is so fucked .... i miss them so bad but im the guy who has to create new content. but im sleepy

[caitwritesstuff]

Me, every 6-9 business months coming to jump scare my mutuals in their notifications

[crabussy]

sometimes it's important to injure the character

[yardsards]

but i stay silly! *←said in the most world-weary voice you ever did hear*

[fizzlepop-frog]

“but I stay silly!”

[sensiblereblogifposts]

Reblog you stay silly

[weaselle]

on it boss

[abalonetea]

"it's fine."

"Your bleeding from the eye. Pretty sure that's as far from fine as you can get. Did you get hit in the face or something?"

"or something."

"Still not being helpful."

"wrong. i was very helpful. you would have been eaten by that thing if i had been less helpful."

"Honey." Lem curls a hand around Honey's chin, tilting his head up. The sunlight halos behind him. "Stop jerking me around and just tell me what happened."

And Honey, against his better instinct, does.

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Now she knows how it feels; that half hearted attempt to hold her bones together between her skin and her lungs. The wince after taking a breath a smidge too deep, twisting too far, reaching too fast.

Her fingers prod, palpitate against the xylophone of her ribs, assessing, analyzing, and her words from a lifetime ago rang in her ears.

“You’re lucky she didn’t puncture a lung”.

Standing on Dakota’s porch in the sweltering summer night, her chest aching from only emotional wounds, staring at Blaise as he looked back, desperate, wanting.

“I’ll do anything, Lei, just come home with me.”

Is that what he had pleaded? Pounding against the window, rattling the door, fighting, just as he had everything else. Just come home with me. I’ll tell you everything.

She sucked in spit that threatened to drip from the corners of her fat lip. When Damien appeared in the corner of her vision, she took the bottle in his outstretched hand, pressing the corner dripping with condensation to her pulsing mouth.

“Fucking Tahl.” the man in front of her whispered as he looked her over, and then he was shaking his head, his hand smoothing down his frazzled hair, “Dumb bitch.”

She could feel the corners of her vision fuzz as she watched him move and he blended, fused, and before she knew it, Blaise was settling heavy into the seat across from her, his fingers twiddling with the handle of his mug of tea.

“I killed her.” his voice was soft, “13. Can you believe it? Just imagine what I could do now.”

She blinked and he was Damien, beer bottle pressed to his lip.

“She’s taking this whole fighting shit too far. What the hell was she thinking dragging you into this?” he asked as he pulled it away, mug clinking to the table.

“I deserve mean, and violent, and angry.” the scar across his face, the paint flaking off his skin. “You’re nice.”

“I can’t let her do this.” hand shoved through blond hair, fingers gripping tight, “Fuck, I can’t tell anyone.”

“I’ve never told anyone.” Blaise shoved away from the table and she wanted to reach out, grab his hand, just as she had a million times before. But he was gone in another blink, her hand splashing into the condensation ring on the table, the only proof that someone else had been there with her.

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“You’re the quarter master,” she hisses lowly, though she doesn’t swat his hand away as it hooks on her belt, reeling her in.

“Aye,” he nods, his grin lopsided as his other hand comes to rest on her neck. His voice is warm, deep, “We’ve established this, little Lei.”

“I’m the grunt.” Her hand is a fist over her heart, “I can’t have you treating me differently.”

“Who says I am?” Damien laughs, her eyes narrowing, but she doesn’t so much as squirm under his hands that edge her closer to his chest, “You’ll still be cleaning everyone’s laundry and scraping the haul and running the errands no one wants to. Does that make you feel better?”

Her brow creases, and her eyes flick from his black eyes and his pink lips.

“No.” She admits, an uncharacteristic whine to her voice, and as he settles their hips together, she tilts her head, “Why?”

“You talk too much.” He murmurs, leaning in, “Are you trying to get out of kissing me, Lei?”

It’s her turn to smile, her lower lip between her teeth as her eyes flit again, landing on his eyes before she shakes her head, her lip rolling free just in time for his mouth to catch it.

His lips are as warm as his words had been, her hands catching on his chest as he pulls her closer. She nearly falls into the kiss, stretching up on the tips of her toes as he starts to pull away, missing the way he feels against her before he’s even gone. She wants to melt into the heat of his palms, relish in the soft kiss that she hadn’t expected from a man like Damien McAllister. When she stops chasing his lips, he chuckles softly, his fingers caressing the hair at the nape of her neck.

“Now was that so bad?”

[booksinthelakes]

@prudencegoodewitch on instagram

Literally would watch this on repeat.

Like daily. Hourly. EVERY MINUTE OF EVERY DAY.

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@abalonetea didn't know I needed a LOTR/Muppet crossover, but apparently I do

[abalonetea]

There is something wrong with the people who have come to the holler seeking shelter. There is something wrong with the young woman that they’ve brought with them. Whatever has culled the city down beneath Minnow Brook, it’s gotten inside of her. You think that must be how the devil works. Sin under the skin that makes the whole world seem to glow.

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what if i came back and did nanowrimo

[astronomical-bagel]

fellow writers i am twirling you into a dramatic dip and kissing you sweetly and passionately. go do your nano

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The first words from my new book, Howl! Consider checking it out HERE if you’re looking for a YA werewolf story about family, small towns, and beasts in the woods!