Vincent

He/him trans n gay I'm a minor btw so don't be a freak 🥹 NO I DIDNT NAME MYSELF AFTER MY PFP OF VINCENT WHY WOULD YOU ASK THAT YOU WEIRDO I luv luv luv dandy's world, especially Tisha and cosmo! 🩵🩷🤍🩷🩵 ‼️‼️‼️

[whump-bunny]

Whumper, holding a syringe: "Hold still."

Whumpee: "Wh-what the hell is that?"

Whumper: "A strong pain killer. Morphine, to be exact."

Whumpee: "I-I don't need that."

Whumper: "Oh, I know."

Whumpee: "Then why-"

Whumper: "I'm going to make you dependent on it. That way, I can take it away when you're bad. And you'll be begging for your next hit. Now, like I said... hold still."

[man-offical]

TAG GAME OF MAN!!! TAG YOUR FRIENDS OK??

answer my questions. ok?

1. What the thing you last consumed?

2. When did you go to sleep last night?

3. When you wake up this morning? Hmm?

4. Do you ever shut up?

5. Do you still sleep with stuffed animals?

6. What is your favourite gender? not your gender. your favourite.

7. What is your least favourite colour?

@incognitostunner @woman-offical @stagefrightbaxter @callofwinter @holymolyitssam @tagging-officals-offical @archangel-gabriel-offical @eric-cartman-offical and open tags. ok? answer my questions. DO IT.

[themonthguy]

1. A nice apple

2. Crashed at 21:30, but i woke up multiple times during the night

3. 4:10 am and i started doing homework

4. NO

5. ofc i do i have one big teddy, then one small teddy, then my first plushie ever which should be a dragon but looks more like a donkey so we called it "ciucciodrago" (ciuccio is dialect for asino which is donkey) then an autism creature i made, two kitties i made, harethur Lester which i also made and then a hermit crab my mother gifted to me

6. genderfluid and agender you guys rock

7. purple which is ironic since my fav is yellow

Open tagsss

[izzynstuffz]

hello i think we chill so i shall reblog..

salami and cracker

11:30? i think?

probably 6:30…

yes… when i am sleepy ….

yuh huh!! i have a big mushroom plushie and an amorphous batman blob that i cuddle

women (basic (im a dyke)) but also! genderqueer!

probablly neon orange….. but i like most colors!

TAGS @clownfish-casino @misty-zzz @choppedliver12 @bellefromhelle (i miss you bro) @cecilsrandomeverything @doveofthejay boom!!!!

[clownfish-casino]

Hellooooo

granola bar 🥰

I DON'T KNOW maybe like... 12:45-1:00... I was tired

ooughh like. 9:00 (eight full hours of sleep !!!!! this is so rare for me)

YES ::(

YEAH I have three on my bed rn 🥰 duck (matching with my best friend), corgi Thing (qlsooo from her) and this freaky long cat thing from my other friend, her name is Debby

dunnoo if they have specific names for specific sets of neopronouns but ? neopromouns usersss ooo... I rememeber seeing big long comprehensive lists of neopronouns and thinking they were so epic

y'know the color of those butter or snot flavored jellybeans. ickkyy color and icky candy I do not like

@hauntieannes @entity-system @howardisawkwardlyexisting @jadealaide anndd anyone else I am not great at remebering usernames

[howardlyexisting]

Small bag of Famous Amos cookies

Not a DAMN clue

Probably an hour go or less

Sometimes but most of the time absolutely not.

Well there’s: Willoughby the Buffalo, Mimikyu, A white cat with pink wings that @featured-the-creature gave me, a plush dog that looks like and is named after my childhood dog: Stryker, Luffy and two Laboons (one big and one small) that mom crocheted, and a couple of others I can’t remember rn

I quite enjoy the people who looked at gender and said: “No thanks” like Agender, Nonbinary, Voidgender, etc.

Uhhhhh I’m not sure I actually quite like most colours… But if I had to pick then like the colour of cat puke, yk? That dull greenish-yellowish shit.

@thetravelingfrogwizard, @featured-the-creature, @ramdomassaccountname, @blinddetective, @churchedcannibal, @urfriendlyneighborhoodbiderman + the ones who scroll now past this post (open tags)

[thetravelingfrogwizard]

1. A creamsicle i believe

2. Around 1:09 am

3. First 4:23, then around 9-10:00

4. Yes a lot actually

5. Yes! Usually a frog i named Muriel :3

6. Good question i have no idea

7. Anything neon that does NOT need to be neon

@ilikegarlicbread1673 @robination @akirazb @theindescribable1 @ryderthequeerious @queerbookbitch and anyone else :D

[queerbookbitch]

ice cream!

2. like 11:00

3. 8:45

4. no, not particularly

5. yes, obviously. I sleep with a dinosaur also named muriel

6. people with xenogenders are cool. though being agender is also a vibe

7. beige

open tags

[glassesghosties]

last ate french toast

went to sleep at 3:30 am

woke up at 9:30am

it varies

yes many

honestly cloudgender and colourgender. But the thing is im genderfluid so sometimes those are mine. There are no genders that are not occasionally mine.

orange. I quite emphatically dislike orange

@myphycopharmacologist @ink-stained-ambition @hyyl18 + open tags!

[hyyl18]

pizzas. Lots of pizzas

.

Omg idk but early it was 21h33 i think or 9h33pm

.

8am

.

Yeah sometimes. Depends. Dunno

.

YES YES YES

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i love all the colors tbh bro

.

Omg my fav gender is gender fluid cuz what do u mean u can be everything bro thats amazing asf

Thanks for the tag

@patroclus-is-the-bigger-person @bardosomethinglikethat + all my mooties pls join yall

[emotional-traffic-cone]

wasn't tagged but doing it anyways

Mac and cheese

accidently fell asleep at 11:00 pm but then woke back up and went to sleep on purpose at around 1:00 am

10:00 am ish??

only when i get really overwhelmed/fatigued lol

not usually but it's not unheard of

gender non conforming is really cool to me

that's a good question... hmmm... neon green maybe?

npt: @caffeinated-drarry @mikeandwillsweddingofficiant @southerncutss @coffeestainedstars @edensolace @a-sucker-for-a-sucker-offical @loonylara @b4rty-r0s13r-w1ll-fck-y0ur-m0m @sweetcreatureeternal +open tags

[b4rty-r0s13r-w1ll-fck-y0ur-m0m]

Ty for the tag :)

1. Water

2. 00:05

3. 08:34

4. No

5. Sometimes

6. Enby they're so cool 🥹🥹🥹

7. Green, brown, orange and grey.

Npt!! @kissrosier @p3rpetual-moti0n @rosekiller27 @darlingmylovethatsmurder @buckelys-starb0y @lawnmower56 @laced-in-ruin @fictionalsimp09 @maliciouslittlewhiteboy @vivaciousmessypixie + anyone else who wants to <33

[rosekiller27]

Ty for the tag !!

1. Butter naan

2. 1:00 am

3. 9:30 am

4. Sometimes

5. Yes, my stuffed raccoon

6. Genderqueer

7. Orange, even though its one of my best friends colours...

Npt: @my-sanity-left-to-get-milk @maliciouslittlewhiteboy @ineffablelyqueerwolfstarshipper @laced-in-ruin @darlingmylovethatsmurder + open tagss !!

[maliciouslittlewhiteboy]

eek thx for both tags

water and cold pizza

sometime at 2-3am idk

like 11:11(conan gray ref)

nope!

yesyesyes but rn since im moving rooms they’re just kinda on my floor

demiboy/demigirl

i like all colours but i guess i dislike neon yellow the most

@ghostlynocturnalspirit @rustytyperwriter @space-girliee @hyyl18 @tumbleintomyheart @em0tionallymotionsick +open tags ofc

[ghostlynocturnalspirit]

★ sushiiii

★ 2330

★ 1000

★ yeah absolutely (i'm swedish)

★ yes of course. i have my bunnies

★ can i say my own? 🥺 (i'm agender)

★ i don’t dislike any colors lol

@leninthestarlight @18magnoliastreet @moonbooked @felixharbingerofangst @lilyduhhh16 @prongsievans @starcroww @moonyisnotonfire

[moonbooked]

thanks for the tag!!

1) naan with kadai chicken

2) 2am…

3) 9am

4) absolutely not, it’s not in my DNA

5) YESS I’ve got a big bear on my bed

6) enbies give me so much gender envy

7) i love them all but im gonna go with orange

@laneofpoplars @loonystarlightpoet @lilly-starx @banistersblue @hinny-is-my-comfort-ship + open tags!

[shelookedlikestarlight]

1. currently eating a tube of smarties rn

2. like 1am

3. 11:32

4. no, i was born talking

5. yes, i have over 10 chilling with me rn

6. genderfluids! i envy u guys

7. yk what i love them all, i can’t choose

thanks for the tags!! anyone can contribute but I’ll do a few tags anyway:

@awhimsicalwhirlwind @wheresmypick @hinny-is-my-comfort-ship @leninthestarlight @7975348473 @moonyisnotonfire @silvert4bby +open tags <3

[wheresmypick]

oki lets go ig

1: coconut water. fuck i love coconut water

2: oh so.. 3:30 probs

3: 8:30 (mom woke me up💔)

4: no came out of the womb yapping

5: yes, specifically i have this old ass dog plushie from when i was like 7-8

6: final girl in a horror movie

7: beige. if you like beige get Away from me

@theres-a-bug-like-an-angel @secretlifeofsombr @m1dnightdancer @b4rty-r0s13r-w1ll-fck-y0ur-m0m @the-calinator @oh-no-love-youre-not-alone @moonlitmacy

[the-calinator]

What the thing you last consumed? A s’more

2. When did you go to sleep last night? Likeee 10:30-ish? Maybe 11:00? Pm

3. When you wake up this morning? Hmm? 9:00-ish am,

4. Do you ever shut up? NOPE

5. Do you still sleep with stuffed animals? Jst my blanket :)

6. What is your favourite gender? not your gender. your favourite. Uhmmm women cuz they’re pretty

7. What is your least favourite colour? Dark yellow

@curiosityig @pop-culture-and-suicide @goldfishfromspace + open tags

[goldfishfromspace]

TY FOR TAGGING ME DIVA

Pancake and strawberries

9:00pm

7:30am 😼

…yes I do. (Sad) 😕

yes I do. (Proud) 😼

honestly my favorite gender gotta be either bigender or any gender that uses neo pronouns, yall are so cool

least favorite color? Hmm…. Probably piss yellow or that slightly clear translucent yellow that also looks like piss. Guh. I hate that color.

anyway. I don’t have anyone to tag so open tags ig

[german-offical]

hallo guys! yall should take my uquiz to see what silly sounding german word you are

German isn’t English and so it’s got some silly words, which one are you? (this is my first quiz ever so sorry if it’s bad) (also I’m not fl

[rainbowkessem]

oh I am SO making this a tag game. Especially because my irls (specifically school irls) MUST do this (*giggles hysterically*)

@ovloppy @heliorescens @oliverquary @angelicm00nzdreams @callmemreep @monochromedevdle @rusty-spooooooooon @hopelessplutonium @sams-hyperfixations @slasheddream @wind-out-to-sea-deactivated2026 @gleebledee-glorp @luxthegenderlessblob @stephanieyumyum @nothing-special-i-guess @emstheles

I should just learn German atp. Because since ive accidentally gaslit myself into thinking I know it, I might as well actually know it, yk?

[the-calinator]

Not tagged but i wanna do it

fuchs me bro

also woah first tag game ever

@curiosityig @goldfishfromspace @wheresmypick @pop-culture-and-suicide

[goldfishfromspace]

Mine is Dick because my dick is very big 😋😋😈😈

(cries in having no one to tag because the only person I could tag already tagged ME in this what the fweak 🥹🥹)

[jorongbak]

It is sad that Caine probably would never know it was never Kinger's intention to delete him.. and Bubble being there in the recycle bin with him would only go so well

[notreallyx78]

...why is it so fucking sad? /pos

[toblaronie]

take my SLOPPPP

[goldfishfromspace]

new special interest unlocked: the Lego movie. I haven’t watched this in like. Forever. But I remember now why I freaking love this movie.

AND HEAR ME OUT. HEAR ME OUT.

EMMET?? HES SO HUSBAND MATERIAL AND AUTISTIC I FUCKINF LOVE HIM HOLY SHit

(also I cried when I was little and saw the scene when his “friends” didn’t think he was special. I really felt that, especially growing up neurodivergent. He’s the best rep for autistic people and they didn’t even mean for it to be like that, I can MAKE HIM feel special:3)

[chaotic-orphan]

So actually I'd love to stand in front of Nathan, shield Ambrose and punch that silver eyes freak. /silly

Surely that won't go awfully for me. And naturally we don't just forgive and forget in this house but jesuschrist.

In any way the chapter was so good!! Hwsjsk. May I pretty please be added to taglist for everything Intoxicating Fear related :)

Aurora, Aurora, Aurora… surely you know that anybody that gets between Nathan and his darling Ambrose, gets destroyed… how can he manipulate Ambrose if he’s got a black eye and is torturing you, silly!!!

But yes I would endorse and condone his beating if you feel brave enough to face him *coughs* and don’t really care for your life anymore, I mean PFFTTTT whaatt??? I condone this, beat that silver eyed freak!!! Wooo!!! You got this!!! I hope you’re really tall and freakishly strong, ahem

Anywayyysss~ of course!!! I will add you to the lists!!! So you can see this d-bag get his comeuppance!!!! Or succeed in getting his Oskar back, either one is fine😇who knows😌

[goldfishfromspace]

tfw schools over and summer just started

but your summer classes start in two weeks (pray for me)

[runawaygecko]

The way he's holding them here makes me feel conflicted. Like, this scene is terrifying and I can't imagine what's it like to be on a receiving end of it but... just look at it.

- he's holding Zooble in a way so that their parts don't fall out

- he's not squeezing Gangle so that her fragile ribbons don't get tangled

- he's not putting too much pressure on Ragatha so that she doesn't get ripped apart

- he's only holding Pomni and Jax firmly because their bodies are solid and rubbery

And this scene is right after the torture too. You would think he would be more violent, but no. He wanted to hurt them, not break them.

Caine wanted them to listen. And because they never did, he made them feel what he felt when they poked at his biggest fears and insecurities.

I guess what I meant to say is - even when at his worst, there was still something considerate in him. Something resembling the real him and not the angry monster he'd become.

[goldfishfromspace]

me when mother (my favorite writer) updates her bedtime stories (whump and angst writing) and she didn’t even kiss the brick before throwing it at me (i gladly accepted the brick to the face)

[chaotic-orphan]

Intoxicating Fear (XXXI)

Inferno

Read part one // Masterpost // Continued from here

*****

Ambrose cut all his meetings short when he heard the panicked plea of Kit calling his name across the city. He was in his car and driving as fast as he could to Nate’s, blasting past the speed limits. All he could hear was the pounding of his heart, his eyes remained on the road, but his mind kept trying to reach Kit’s. He couldn’t feel him when he reached out. If that bastard hurt him again… Ambrose tightened his grip on the wheel of the wraith as the city’s stone was replaced with trees and green out towards Nathan’s family home.

The wheels kicked up expensive stones as he pulled into the estate, skidding to a stop at the entrance. Nathan only opening the door by the time Ambrose shuts the door to his car, with an uncaring slam, and is running up the steps.

Before Nathan can speak, Ambrose grabs him by the sweater and slams him back against the wall next to the front door, his eyes blazing. “What did you do?”

It comes out as more of a guttural sound than a question, but the surprise that flits across Nathan’s face is worth the dramatics. Plus, Ambrose really, really, needed someone to punch.

“Nothing,” Nathan says, going still. His expression softens as Ambrose’s hands ball more fabric in his fists, disbelieving. Silver eyes narrow. “Nothing, Oskar. The kid woke up with a fever.”

Ambrose searches his face for another beat before he shoves him back and stalks inside, Nathan close on his heels. “Where is he?”  

“He’s out cold. He’s fine.”

Ambrose whirls on Nathan, his eyes furious. His mind lashes out to Nathan’s and there is an empty, vacuous nothing. “Where. Is. He?!”

Nathan’s lips smooth into a thin line as he walks around Ambrose and takes his hand. “This way.”

Ambrose rips his hand away, glaring through Nathan rather than at him, but he doesn’t miss the hurt that flashed across his face. Not that he particularly cared if he hurt Nathan’s feelings, especially when it felt like he was deliberately stalling him from seeing Kit.

Nathan’s jaw ticks. “I didn’t do this to him.”

“And I’m just supposed to believe that, am I?”

“Yes.”

Ambrose raises a brow but otherwise doesn’t react. Nathan scoffs and shakes his head before he mutters a terse, fine, and turns right towards the kitchens. Ambrose follows, his little finger twitching by his side, setting his teeth on edge until he curls his fingers into fists to stop the blasted thing from exposing more than he wanted to show.

Anger blooms hot in his chest again as Nathan walks to the door off the kitchen, towards the wine cellar. He can feel his anger slip passed his façade as his eyes flash to Nathan’s irritating impassive face. “Why the fuck did you—”

“You’ll see,” Nathan replies, tone clipped. Ambrose doesn’t bother speaking anymore as Nathan gestures him in first. Ambrose obliges and steps past Nathan, the chill of the cellar sending shivers down his spine. Or at least that’s what he told himself. That it had nothing to do with the man that follows, closing the door behind him, blocking the natural light from getting in as they descend.

The oil lamps are lit, so the concrete, slab steps are illuminated at least. Still, Ambrose’s heart slams against his chest, and he’s intimately aware of how close Nathan is to him. How he could probably hear his heart pounding, betraying him.

He needs Kit to be okay.

He needs to be okay.

As the stairs open to the large wine cellar, the stone breathes with memories of Nathan and Ambrose, years ago, falling over each other as they raid Nate’s parents’ cellar, laughing and carefree. He remembers Nathan pushing him back against one of the shelves, his lips on his neck, how Ambrose felt like the only person in the world when Nate looked at him like that… He forces the memories away, but they lodge like a lump in his throat that doesn’t disappear as he swallows.

It’s not important right now, only Kit is.

They pass two wooden shelves of wine until Ambrose sees Kit spread out on a cot at the very back of the cellar, his skin a nuclear sort of red.

Ambrose abandons all semblance of control and dignity as he rushes over to the unconscious hero. He puts a hand to his forehead and hisses at how hot his skin is.

“What— what happened? Kit. What’s wrong?” He focuses his gaze on Kit’s twisted features, like he’s in pain despite sleep. His stomach twists at the sight. If Kit contacted Ambrose telepathically, then that’s how he can reach the hero. “Hey, Kit, what’s—”

The moment he makes contact with Kit’s mind it is like an inferno bellows within, flames of every colour twisting, breathing, roaring. They slam into Ambrose with all the force of a train, stealing his breath. Ambrose gasps as he tries to get through. There’s no space between the writhing flames, no small gap for Ambrose to even attempt to reach Kit’s mind, it’s – oh god. His mind is burning, burning, burning. Fuck, it’s so hot and –

Suddenly hands are on Ambrose, and he falls back with a pained, startled gasp. The cool air of the cellar hits him and he blinks.

“K-K-Kit?” he whispers and tries to reach him again. This time he doesn’t even breach the flames before a red-hot knife slices through his skull, leaving a raw, blistering wound through his brain and he cries out, grabbing his head in his hands.

“Oskar.” The voice seems very far away. He can barely hear it over the ringing in his ears. “Oskar? Oskar! Are you okay?”

He’s turned and he sees mercury eyes beside him, crouching, concerned. Ambrose swallows as he ignores the pang in his chest and shakes his head, the ringing in his ears quietening. Nathan pulls him closer, his hand cradling Ambrose’s cheek, and despite himself, he leans into it.

“No… no. I can’t—”

“Get into his head?” Nathan finishes. Ambrose blinks back the pain, focusing on Nathan’s voice, his swirling eyes. “I tried, too. I was moving him to a bedroom when he started talking nonsense. I think he was seeing things, so I tried to see what it was but the minute I tried all I could hear was static.”

Ambrose’s expression crinkled from pain to worry as he looks back at Kit. “What?”

“I think whatever is happening to him wants to keep us out of his head.”

Ambrose blinked at Kit. His mop of brown hair clung to his skin with sweat as his skin glowed that radioactive red, like somebody replaced his blood with a light source and put a battery in his heart. The flames burning him up from inside out.

“You said he was sick,” is all Ambrose can manage to say.

“Not ill,” Nathan replies. “This isn’t a normal fever. I don’t know what it is, but it doesn’t want us interfering.”

No.

No.

Kit called for him. He called him, for help.

Well, maybe not help, but he sounded desperate. When his voice reached Ambrose’s head from all the way across town, Ambrose thought the worst. He swallows as he pushes himself up to his knees, gently prying Nathan’s hand away from him.

“Oskar,” Nathan says, his tone warning.

“He needs me, Nate,” Ambrose says softly. “I have to try.”

Nathan realises too late. He lets out a startled, “Oskar, no!” but it’s too late.

Ambrose puts his index and middle fingers on Kit’s temples, and then he lets out a wounded, animalistic shriek. Nathan watches as the red stain creeps back along Ambrose’s fingers, through his veins, towards his knuckles, climbing towards his wrists.

“Oskar! Stop!” Nathan yells, watching as the red veins sear into his flesh, like an invisible pen of fire was tracing Ambrose’s blood vessels, climbing up, and up and up.

Nathan’s stomach twists as he looks between Ambrose and the boy, and he longs to stab the boy through the chest and be done with it. His eyes flicker towards Oskar then, his Oskar, hurting himself to save this fucking kid and he knows he could never hurt him. He sucks in a breath as Oskar’s scream turns to a roar, his heart skipping as he watches Oskar throw his head back, the red veins spiderwebbing out of his eyes.

Too much time has passed.

Too much time.

Oskar will kill himself if he continues.

Nathan whispers a soft, “I’m sorry,” before grabbing Ambrose under the arms and yanking him backwards. He doesn’t budge at first, like he’s stuck, his mouth open in a silent, pained scream. Ambrose’s eyes roll back, exposing the inky black that comes when Ambrose uses his abilities. Red lightning follows the veins in his eyes, piercing the ink. Nathan lets out another, more concerned, “Oskar!”

Nathan pulls again, harder, his grip tightening. “Oskar, you have to let him go!”

“What the fuck is going on?”

“Jude!” Nathan cries, twisting his head to the blond whose heavy, bagged eyes are glued to the scene in front of him. “Grab Oskar’s wrists!”

Jude’s nose curls. “Isn’t that more your jo–”

“JUDE!”

“On it.” Jude rushes forward and grabs Ambrose’s hands with a hiss. With another powerful pull, the pair of them manage to get Ambrose’s hands off of Kit. Electricity surges and shoots Ambrose and Nathan backwards. Nathan keeps his arms wrapped protectively around Ambrose as they careen back. Their momentum stops short as the stairs of the cellar crack against Nathan’s lower back. He cradles Ambrose in his arms and doubles around him, letting out a pained groan as his back flares in flame.

His mind is buzzing, and dumb blunt all at once. He can feel his nerves chase away the electric signals, banishing them so he can focus, but it takes too long for his mind to regain control over himself.

“Fucking hell!” Jude curses from the other end of the basement, shaking his hands as if they’d been burned. His voice rips Nathan back into the real world. “What the fuck, Nate?!”

But Nathan is only focused on Ambrose in his arms. He groans as he sits up, his vision blurring slightly as he looks down at the man in his arms, arm cradling Ambrose’s lolling neck. He slaps his cheek lightly. Gently.

“Oskar. Hey, Osk. Wake up. Come on. Wake up.” Desperate eyes flash to Jude’s before glancing back at Ambrose. He pulls his eyelid down with the pad of his thumb, exposing the inky black. “Oskar, wake up. Come on.”

His stomach swoops as the black recedes into white sclera. Ambrose blinks and sees Nathan’s face looming above him and he realises what happened. His brows pinch over his eyes.

“No,” he mumbles. “No, whatdidyoudo?” His hands grasp uselessly at the air, before settling on Nathan’s chest.

Nathan only tightens his hold. “You were going to burn up like him, Oskar. I had to pull you out.”

“Fuck you!” Ambrose snarls, but there’s no real bite behind it. He curls his fingers into fists and hits Nathan’s chest. It’s about as strong as a toddler’s punch, but Ambrose can’t manage more than that. “You don’t want him to be okay. You don’t want me to save him; you just want me to yourself.”

“Oskar, that’s not true.”

Ambrose’s eyes grow furious as he fights back tears. “Yes, it is,” he hisses. “We both know that’s exactly what you want.”

“Okay, yeah, I’d love if the kid wasn’t here, or in your life at all, everything would be so much easier, but why would I kill him if I knew it would hurt you?”

Ambrose shoves himself out of Nathan’s arms, twisting to get to his feet. He pushes himself up, and the world tilts. Nathan reaches out to steady him, but Ambrose catches himself on the wall and barks, “don’t fucking touch me.”

A silence descends on the cellar, punctuated only by Ambrose’s ragged breathing and Jude’s footsteps as he walks towards the pair, looking between them before throwing his arms in the air.

“Hey, so loverboys, want to tell me what the fuck that was about?”

Nathan lets out a heavy sigh as he reaches a hand to the back of his head. It comes away bloody, but only a sheen of the oily substance coats his fingers. “I don’t know,” he mutters, holding his head in his hand, propping his elbow up on his knee.

Ambrose scoffs. “Sure, you don’t.”

“I didn’t do this, Oskar, how many times do I have to–” Nathan starts, but Ambrose cuts him off.

“Oh, so the one time I leave him with you alone, he just coincidentally gets sick, how stupid do you think I–”

“Oskar–”

“Stop fucking calling me that!” Ambrose yells. His chest heaves with anger and exertion as he turns to rest his back against the wall of the stairs, but his eyes… His black eyes are furious, brighter with rage. Even Jude doesn’t seem to want to interrupt when Ambrose looks like that. Nathan, however, is not that smart.

Nathan tilts his head at Ambrose. His lips pursing in challenge. “It’s your name.”

“I abandoned it, long ago,” Ambrose tells him, his voice low, filled with a venomous darkness that poisons.

Nathan barks a laugh, humourless, cold, as he pushes himself to his feet. Blazing eyes follow his movements, noting the way Nathan grimaces as he straightens.

“You mean when you abandoned me?”

It was Ambrose’s turn to scoff. “Abandoned you?”

“Yes. Abandoned me, Oskar.”

“I left you. I escaped you.”

A wry smile pulls at Nathan’s lips as he spreads his arms. “And yet, look at where you are.”

“You know I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for–”

“Kit?” Nathan demands, an edge to his voice that spikes a bolt of fear in Ambrose’s gut, but he smothers it. He wasn’t afraid of Nathan anymore. “Yeah, I know. I know, Oskar.”

At some point Jude passed them, footsteps disappearing upstairs followed by the old wooden door opening and closing. Ambrose barely noticed it. His eyes were set on Nathan’s who stepped closer again.

“That’s why he’s like this, isn’t it? Your love? Your obsession?”

Ambrose glared up at him as he stepped closer, pinching Ambrose’s chin between harsh fingers and forcing it up higher to keep eye contact with him as he steps impossibly closer, forcing Ambrose further against the wall.

“Your little plaything, right? Your pet? You just got in his head one too many times because you couldn’t help yourself, because you break everything you love, Oskar. Always have, always will.”

Ambrose swallows, trying to stifle the lump forming in his throat at Nathan’s words, but he doesn’t let it show on his face. He forces his features to neutral and lets his hate shine out only through his eyes.

“You blame me for our relationship?” Nathan asks, his voice deceptively gentle. “Of course you would. Nobody could be with perfect Oskar Ambrose and be worthy of his love.”

Ambrose grabs Nathan’s wrist at that and tugs but Nathan doesn’t budge. His grip tightens, his eyes darkening to a gunmetal grey in the dim light with the challenge.

“Get off of me.”

“You are just so high and mighty, aren’t you? That’s why you couldn’t keep up any friendships.”

“That was your fault,” Ambrose spits. “That was you, isolating me from everybody.”

“And I probably abused you, too, right? You’re the victim in this, hm? Is that what you tell people, Oskar?” Nathan leans down so his breath fans Ambrose’s ear, his voice softening. The gentleness at odds with how Nathan splayed his fingers and gripped Ambrose’s jaw in one hand, forcing his head back against the stone wall, arching his neck higher. “Is that what you tell yourself?”

Ambrose pulls at his wrist again, gritting his teeth. “Get off me.”

“Did you ever stop when Kit asked you to?”

Ambrose’s eyes flash to his, his lips parting at the question. He froze, his body stiffening under Nathan’s grip and he felt it. Nathan felt it. There’s no way he didn’t. Ambrose swallows, feeling oh so exposed. Vulnerable. A chink in his armour and Nathan slides the blade between the chinks, ready to pierce flesh.

Nathan smirks, a cold, scathing thing. “That’s what I thought. Don’t fucking deflect your guilt towards me, because we both know that your precious Kit is like this because of you.”

Ambrose doesn’t reply because there’s nothing to say. Nathan voiced what Ambrose fears is true and he is stuck, laid bare, frozen again under Nathan’s stare, his hands, his touch.

He hates it. He hates him. He hates how he managed to get under his skin so easily. After all these years, Ambrose built his walls around himself, made himself untouchable. He was untouchable. And less than a week with Nathan he is back, right where he was before.

“You destroy everything you touch, Oskar,” Nathan says, his voice a soft, mocking coo. He drags his fingers up, tracing Ambrose’s cheekbone, before he settles his hand on Ambrose’s cheek. “Just like your father.”

He would rather Nathan punched him than say something like that. All the air sucks from his lungs as his gaze turns long, staring at nothing. His stomach swoops, and for the first time in years, he feels tears prick his eyes. He tries to turn his cheek away from Nathan’s grip, tries the hide the shame, the hurt, but the monster doesn’t let go.

“Look at me,” Nathan whispers in that same deceptively soft voice. Ambrose swallows again, trying to get rid of the lump but it remains stubbornly. “Look at me, Oskar.”

Oskar obeys that time with dead eyes. Hollowed out.

“There he is,” Nathan whispers, his other hand cupping Oskar’s cheek tenderly, keeping his heavy head up. “That’s my boy. See? I knew you were still in there.”

“Why did you pull me out?” Oskar asks, because that’s who he was with Nathan. Who he will always be. Keeping up the façade of being Ambrose around Nathan was exhausting when Kit is like this, his attention divided. Right now, all he wants is to help Kit. His feelings are secondary. His job is secondary. Everything else falls behind the damn hero’s health.

When did that happen? A small voice echoes in his head.

Oskar’s eyes flitter to Kit, laying in the cot. “I…” he swallows, the words failing him, so he starts again, worry lacing his voice as he says, “I did this. I did this to him. I did this. I- I have to fix it.”

Nathan’s expression softens as he brushes hair away from Oskar’s forehead, sweeping it back. A swipe of Nathan’s blood paints Oskar’s hairline, and the silver eyed man represses a loving sigh at the sight. “You can’t fix it if you’re comatose like him, or worse. I’m sorry.”

Ambrose swallows hard. Deep down he knows Nathan’s right. There’s nothing he can do if he gets stuck like Kit, but he felt it. He felt him. Kit, trapped, fighting. It was only an essence, a sliver, but he knew it was him.

“This is my fault,” he whispers, barely audible, wide eyes staring somewhere far away. “This is my fault, Nate, I- I-”

“Shh, it’s okay,” Nathan coos. “It’s alright, Oskar. We’ll figure something out, okay? We always have.” Nathan holds him closer, wrapping his arms around him properly, so Oskar’s head is tucked against his shoulder. Oskar can’t help but succumb to the gentle touch, the familiar relief and release. For the first time in his life, around another telepath, he wishes for nothing other than somebody’s thoughts to bombard his. To drown out the sound of the guilt, to storm the swelling nausea at knowing he caused this, whatever this is, unwillingly in Kit. Unknowingly.

He felt it. The illness, whatever was keeping Kit there, under its thumb; it was pure, raw power, the kiss of it like an inferno. Ambrose never felt anything like it before. It was wild. Angry. Conscious.

Alive.

Ambrose always knew Kit was powerful but this… this is on a whole new level. A pang of guilt flares harder as he remembers the amount of time he forced Kit to repress his abilities. How painful it must have been.

Nausea climbs his throat, but he forces it down. He steels his gaze as he looks at the Hero. He can feel guilty later. Kit needs him to be level-headed and figure out a way to undo all the harm he caused. He can’t wallow in his exes arms and just hope it gets better.

He did this. He'll fix it.

He is not his father.

He'll save Kit, no matter the cost.

*****

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[whumppromptoftheday]

"look at me," villain says, snapping their fingers in hero's face. "I'm gonna get you out of here."

hero stares wearily back at villain and shakes their head, "no, no, no. you need to get out of here before superhero comes back."

[jame7t]

awww its ok little guy [steps towards you with intent to harm]

[absolutedream-art]

Part 1 (You're Here)

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

After the events of the "Gun Adventure", the story takes a turn as Caine decides to postpone his "Escape the Circus" Adventure. As a last minute decision, he has the group play a small game of "Truth or Dare". Pomni continues to try to reach out to Jax, but he continues to spiral.

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[chaotic-orphan]

Holy fuck, Intoxicating Fear has over 115,000 words... what the fuck? That's a lotta words... and there's like... maybe two arcs left??

Fucking hell... I am so concise in my wording guys, mmhm, mmhm, I do not use too many words at all, nope...

What the fuck... oopsies! I just love the boys and giving them more problems, who even needs plot??? Not me, clearly hehehe, oh my god

I didn't even consider it would be coming to an end, like, ever, wow. Fuck, but it is, we're like, close to the end (ish) like there's at least another ten chapters, but fucking hell.

I recommend all writers do this if they haven't already

My working drafts are full of notes and deleted parts that I keep in the document but put to the side, so I didn't know the definite word count until I put the full thing into a separate document lol

[goldfishfromspace]

INTOXICATING FEAR MENTION 🥹🫰🫰

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WAIt a MINUTE?? TWO MORE ARCS??? OH GOODNESS THANK YOU MOTHER FOR BLESSING ME WITH THIS INFO AND GIVING ME LIFE 🔥🔥🫵🫵🫵

anyway. I realized I’m 5 days late to seeing this update cus I keep forgetting tumblr exists. Haha… anyway… IM SO EXCITED FOR THE NEXT UPDATE BUT ALSO TAKE YOUR TIME WRITING AND MAKE SURE ITS AWESOME

[girlsdogmotif]

whumpee with dissociation, derealization, and/or depersonalization

whumpee that develops disassociation and dp/dr as a coping mechanism to deal with what they are put through

whumper gives them drugs that make them hallucinate or worsen their symptoms (on purpose or by accident - even weed can trigger pretty bad derealization for me)

dialogue prompts for a whumper that gets frustrated with whumpee not responding:

"Stop that."

"Ugh, you're no fun like this."

"Oh where you goin'? C'mon I've barely started!"

inexperienced whumper that doesn't understand what's happening:

"Shit did I break you already?"

"Hellooooo???"

"Are you like asleep with your eyes open or something?"

maybe they bring in someone else to consult and are informed what going on

"Damnn so I'm just really good at this?"

"I mean that's one way to interpret it."

or a whumper that knows exactly what's going on:

"Come back to me, baby."

"I know you're not here right now, but that's okay. I'll fix it."

*Deep sigh* *dumps bucket of ice water on whumpee*

"Nope, you're not getting away that easy. If you're not present in 10 seconds I'm turning up the voltage till you really can't think straight."

other things

truly destroys any sense of time and combined with vivid dreams and memory loss just no idea what actually happened to you. being unable to trust your brain is terrifying and makes it all the easier for someone to manipulate what you believe.

dr/dp can also trigger or be triggered by a panic attack which can have a variety of physical symptoms

whumpee in their cell or room just curling up as small as possible, rocking back and forth, pulling at their hair or picking at scabbed wounds, gasping because it feels like they can't breathe,

or if they are just disassociating their eyes are glazed over, focusing on nothing in particular, refusing to make eye contact, maybe doing very small repetitive self-soothing behaviors.

[goldfishfromspace]

guhhh I’m back in the dead plate fandom holy shit I love this game

does anyone wanna be the Vincent to my Rody but without the cannibalism and instead it’s just us being gay? 🥹