#cater angst

[inside-floyds-walls]

CATER ANGST GO!!

Ever see a character who you just KNOW isn't allowed near razors?

[cloudcountry]

Fem cater w/ a reader who’s camera shy? Idk I’m thinking bout fem cater

SUMMARY: you're camera shy and cater compromises!

COMMENTS: i'm camera shy ourgh i hate pictures. everyone in my life loves pictures though so i try to be cooperative KJAGSDKASG

Cater isn’t about to let a totally cammable moment with you go to waste, whether you’re camera shy or not! She’ll research different poses that leave her the center focus or have the both of you in the background somewhere.

She'll place her hands in the shape of a heart over your face if you’d prefer that, responding to any comment asking why she did that with “it’s a secret!~ <3”

It’s easy to take pictures with her, she’ll never judge you for any of your preferences. If you’re comfortable throwing up a peace sign with a close lipped smile, or holding some sort of book over your face, or hiding most of your body in her arms, she’ll do whatever it takes.

Honestly? I think Cater would just be happy to have someone to show off. You’re letting her take pictures whenever she wants to, regardless of the occasion (every day is an occasion, she thinks) and she loves you for it.

She loves you for a lot of other things too. She loves the way her shiny orange lip tint shimmers on your skin, she loves the way you giggle when her hair tickles your neck, she loves the way your fingers curl around your sleeves when you feel shy.

She loves the way you look in pictures too, so mysterious and beautiful, so lovely just like a rose from Heartslabyul’s gardens. Cater tells you so every time she wraps up one of her photo snapping moments, cooing over the pictures like they’re precious treasures.

Oh, and don’t worry, she’ll certainly save some loving for the real you too, showering you in tangerine flavored kisses and nuzzling against your warm cheeks.

TAGLIST -> cater's cuties . . . @vivigoesinsane @identity-theft-101 @dove-da-birb

[liliths-missing-pen]

Queens Rule No. 90

Character: Cater Diamond x Reader

Warning: Not happy ending, pure angst

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“You’re leaving?”

Cater’s heart dropped, and the feeling of sickness washed over him. Why did he even bother? “Yeah, my dad is being transferred…” He reluctantly spoke Alice, Kurt, Milo, and now you…

It was like losing a battle whenever he wanted to make friends. Choose not to make any, and he was there for over a year. He chooses to? Not even 3 months later, he’s moving to the other side of the Shaftlands.

“Wow, you really weren’t kidding that your family moved a lot…” He always felt like his heart was ripped into a million pieces, no matter how many times he felt emotionally abused by the number of times he’s moved.

He felt a boiling resentment for his parents. “You have your sisters!” They always went back to that. His sisters, the same ones who he pitied others who were their friends. The ones that pulled him into their room and did his hair and makeup. They would giggle and chatter amongst themselves; whether it was boys, schoolwork, or more serious matters, they spoke about their successes, their troubles or their qualms. They were united.

He was isolated, sitting there with them, listening because there was nothing else to do. They restrained him, and it was easier to be restrained than to fight them. A word spoken to them would just bounce off of them. They only wanted him to be their doll. He had nothing against his makeup being done by them. He surprisingly got quite the giddy feeling whenever he was dragged, but he was always locked away in terms of his thoughts and socialization.

How could he have his sisters to lean on when all they did was fix him to be a doll to pretty up? He was met in terms of his physical needs, but never in what he wanted to be met in.

Cater painted a forced smile, “Yeah, but don’t worry, I’m used to it!” He had this perfectly practiced, the number of times he brushed off the pain he held. The pain which always lingered in the back of his mind, but he never made time to acknowledge it. You realized something was not right here. You only knew Cater for a couple of months but the way he acted sometimes just felt unnatural. His tightened smile, the way you thought he acted overly peppy, along with the fact that you practically harassed him to the point of being your friend, something didn’t sit right with you. “Let me give you my home number! When you settle down at your new place, call me!” You wrote it down double, triple-checking to make sure it was the right one. Cater left things to the last minute, and you didn’t want to be just another memory. Cater didn’t either, but he let you be dangerously close, and now it was freshly clear once again to him; he couldn’t have anyone.

He wished he had taken that number. Whenever he was left alone with himself for too long. His mind would wander as he stared up at the drywall-popcorn ceiling, counting each speckle that protruded. Where were you now? Did you get into the school you wanted? Are you okay? All because of the rule he made up for himself.

Queens Rule No. 90 - Goodbyes are for people who belong. Smile, wave, vanish. Clean exits hurt less, for both them and you.

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[obmika]

I drew this back in November for a secret Santa. And decided to post it here cus I just remembered I can post stuff here

[heatofmyexoheart]

The Court Jester • C.D

Fandom: Disney's Twisted Wonderland Characters: Cater Diamond (Yuu briefly mentioned) Word Count: 359 Warnings: None

>Masterlist<

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His smile drops as soon as the curtain does. His own dorm and school a stage to act upon. All smiles and jokes. The beloved court jester of Heartslabyul. Cater sighs as he sits on a bench within the rose maze. His only safe haven. His only escape from the mask he wears. Day in and day out the mask is worn and smiles brightly, but its bearer is weary.

Cater checks magicam for the nth time that night. Another ten likes here, two more there, a share or two make their appearance. The phone’s blue light illuminates the contours of his blank face. He’s tired. Exhausted even. But going to bed means walking the halls of his dorm and interacting with other students. He doesn’t have the energy for that right now. Not after today’s unbirthday party.

His face slightly drops at the lack of activity on his most recent post. He even got the Ramshackle prefect to take that selfie with him. He guesses they’re not as popular as he originally thought. That’s a pity. The prefect is so sweet. The whole school likes them, but apparently that’s not enough. Another sigh leaves his lips.

Cater puts his phone back in his pocket. He can check it again later. For now, he’d like to simply bask in the peace of the rose maze. Here, there are no expectations. There is no stage. There is simply the actor taking his duly deserved break from the audience. He lifts his face to the sky, his gaze floating towards the stars. How beautiful. It’s a pity he doesn’t have a better camera.

A slight chill in the calming breeze derails his train of thought. Right. He’s supposed to be taking a break. A short recharge before the act goes on. Cater closes his eyes, head still tilted towards to the stars. Tomorrow. Tomorrow he can put his mask back on. Tomorrow he can act again and keep his true self safely hidden. Tomorrow he can be the jester again, dancing and laughing to amuse and misdirect. Tomorrow. He wipes a hand over his tired eyes. Tomorrow.

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a/n: Y'all, I just love him so much. Requests coming out soon.

[ruggiethethuggie]

HAPPIER THAN EVER

WC: 1722 tags: cater x reader, gn!reader, cussing, concerts, angst angst angst, toxic relationships referenced, i am so sorry, this bitch ain't proofread lmao

also be sure to listen to this song as you read to really feel the full effect 😈 ❤️ Spotify Link | Youtube Link ❤️

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“Please go with me. It sounds fun; I don’t want to go alone.” Your friend’s words fell on deaf ears as you ignored them, aimlessly scrolling your phone instead. You felt your phone ripped out of your hands. “Please,” your friend said with pleading eyes and holding your phone high up in the air from you. “Fine,” you said as you snatched the flier from their hands. “What even is this?” You looked over the printed ad, staring back at your friend confused. “It’s a concert. They have tons of talent come in and they do covers of songs and sometimes you get to hear originals. Look, this is who all is gonna be there,” they pointed at the bottom of the paper at the list of group names.

“Red Royals, The V is For Vampire, Diamond,” you shook your head at your friend. “I haven’t heard of any of these people. What if this is ass?” Your friend scoffed at your words. “You never want to do anything fun. You haven’t wanted to go anywhere since you and whatever his name was broke up and that was like two years ago. Don’t you think you should try to be happy for once?” You rolled your eyes at their response, but they were right. That breakup was messy, the turmoil of the toxic relationship had finally erupted and you decided to end it. No one knew the real story of what happened, you kept that to yourself. Maybe it was time to finally move on, try to put yourself out there again. “This place is over an hour away, I’m not driving,” you said sternly. Your friend’s eyes lit up, taking that as a sign that you were going to attend the concert with them. “That’s fine, I’ll drive!” they exclaimed.

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Later that evening you and your friend arrived at the concert venue. It was already packed before the first set ever played. “Wow, there’s so many people here. It’s just small bands, right? I didn’t think there would be this many people,” you said as you looked around the room. The crowd was so full it looked like everyone was standing shoulder to shoulder as they waited. “Some are small, but a few already have a good size following. Like The V is For Vampire guy? His fans are wild, I’ve seen them on the internet before. They’re insane. And that other group, Diamond, they have a good following, too,” you friend explained. You nodded your head as you saw the lights flicker off overhead. The crowd shouted in anticipation, the lighting change meant the first set would start soon.

You enjoyed the concert as the first few sets took the stage. Most of the songs they played were your typical rock covers of pop songs, but you didn’t mind it. You were actually glad you had been invited tonight; this beat sitting at home and wallowing in your self pity. You heard a few excuse me’s coming from behind you. You figured someone was trying to get through the crowd. You moved out of the way towards your friend as a band member for one of the groups made his way by you. You assumed at least he was one of the members, he was carrying an instrument case over his back and had his drumsticks in his back pocket. You could see the logo on the side of the case that read “Diamond” as he motioned for his other bandmates to follow him through the crowd.

Without even realizing, you looked in the direction he was gesturing to. And that’s when you saw what you weren’t expecting to see. The ginger haired, green eyed member carrying his guitar case on his back. You could feel your heart stop in your chest, the air in your lungs getting caught in your throat as he walked by you. “Cater?” you said puzzled as he was next to you. Hearing his name, he stopped walking and looked at you. His gaze looked annoyed, maybe it was because they were late to the venue? “Cater?” you said again. “Oh, hey,” he said with a small nod as his gaze shifted to other parts of the room. You hadn’t seen him since the day that you two had broken up, the day that you had ended it all. The day that you broke his heart. But seeing him here in front of you, it gave you a warm feeling in your chest that you didn’t expect.

The silence between you two grew awkward. “Cater, come on, man,” his band mate shouted from up ahead. “I have to go. But it was nice seeing you,” he said with a slight smile. “Yeah, duh, of course,” you said with a pause. “I- I can’t wait to see your set.” He lightly chuckled as he looked down. “Yeah, me too. I hope you like it.” He gave another small nod and made his way to his other bandmates, disappearing off backstage to get ready for their own set. You felt your hand grab your arm. “What was that about? You know Diamond?” they asked confusedly with their mouth hung open. “That’s … Cater…,” you said looking at the direction to go backstage. “Wait, you mean like the Cater? Like your ex Cater?” You didn’t think your friend’s mouth could hang open any wider than it was.

“Yes, the Cater,” you said with a sigh. Your friend huffed and crossed their arms. “Hmph, well. We don’t have to stay for his group’s set if you don’t want to. I wouldn’t wanna watch my shitty ex’s performance,” they said, narrowing their eyes at the stage. “No, it’s- it’s fine. We can stay,” you said quietly as the group on stage finished. Part of you felt guilty for what you told all your friends. None of them had actually gotten to meet Cater during the time that you two dated. He was busy working two jobs, trying to save enough money for the real dreams and goals he had. You had told your friends that the breakup was because of how toxic he was in the relationship, but in all actuality, you were the one who was toxic- always upset that he was putting his dreams first, upset that he tried his best to give you the time and attention you craved, but nothing was ever good enough for you. He was never good enough for you. Your breakup with him ended with you telling him that his love for you wasn’t ever going to be good enough because he never made you a priority and only gave you excuses.

The anticipation for his group’s set was agonizing. You knew he would write song lyrics in his free time when you were together, something you always said didn’t make any sense. You didn’t think he would be in a band actually performing. Would he be performing songs he wrote, or did another member write their music? Finally, after a while, you saw his group take the stage to set up their guitars and equipment.  The crowd cheered as Cater approached the mic stand. “Hey everyone, uhh, thanks for being here tonight. We’re Diamond, hope you enjoy the songs,” he said with a heart melting smile and wink to the crowd as his group started their performance. Watching him perform on stage was mesmerizing. Why did you ever tell him that this wasn’t worth it? He looked so happy on stage, strumming his guitar and singing his heart out. They played a few songs before he spoke again to the crowd.

“You guys havin’ a great time?” he shouted with a wide smile. The whole crowd, including yourself, screamed in bliss. “Awesome! We have one more song. This one is an original; one I wrote a few years ago about the love of my life,” he said with a shake of his head and sigh. You could feel your friend’s eyes on you, burning a hole through your skull as they stared. “What?” you said harshly to them. They raised their eyebrows at you. “You think it’s about you?” They gave a playful laugh as you rolled your eyes at them. You figured that Cater had already moved on, the song was probably a love song about his new partner. But you were wrong.

He started to play the chords on his guitar and sing. “You called me again, drunk in your benz. Driving home under the influence, You scared me to death.” The lyrics of the song hit you like a truck as you thought back to after your breakup. You were reckless back then, upset at the world and blaming everyone but yourself. You remembered the night you had called him, a few weeks after you broke up with him, drunk and saying nonsense to him on your way home from the bar. That was the last time you had decided to go out before tonight. The venue felt like it and time were frozen, except for you and Cater, as he sang on stage. You could feel your anxiety rising, your whole body heating up as you tried to contain your emotions. Your friend didn’t even realize what you were going through.

“I don’t relate to you. I don’t relate to you, no. Cause I’d never treat me this shitty, you made me hate this city,” he sang with a silvery voice with his eyes closed, really feeling the lyrics and music. Your mind was blanking, your hearing muffling as he strummed his guitar. He opened his eyes and looked at you in the crowd as he sang the next part of the song. You couldn’t hear half of it, your anxiety high enough that you felt like you wanted to pass out. You stumbled as you turned around, trying to make your way through the crowd and to the bathroom to try and catch your breath. You felt panicky as you got into the bathroom, grabbing the sink to try and stabilize yourself. Cater’s muffled performance ringing through the bathroom. Your anxiety reached its peak as you stood there, tears streaming down your cheeks as you fought your body from hyperventilating. You never knew exactly how much you had hurt him that day, but now you did.

© please do not copy and or repost my work as your own, my brain is massive and these are my thoughts. Also- I love Cater, I swear.

[jd-loves-fiction]

I saw you had your requests open 👀

Any chance I could get some angst for Cater ♦️? I’ve practically exhausted all that I could find.

Thank you ❤️

🌑 I don't feel too confident about this but i think it's because I'm not too used to Cater yet. Also, I started watching an Elder Ring playthrough towards the end🙃? The fancy-speak came out

[17:47] "Cater, I really don't think you should do this. For both your sakes." Trey tells him, pleads with him, but his insecurities are all Cater can listen to. And so he follows their gentle murmurs into his ears, muttering a spell and splitting himself into 2 pieces, not at all made equal. Something he hopes from the bottom of his heart that you'll be able to see through.

“Oh? Cater, hi! You’re late.” You tell him, pouting, oh so sweet. Not stern, perhaps just worried and a bit displeased.

“Sorry, princess, hope I didn’t make you wait for too long.” Cater smiles, but there's something about it. It seems too light.

"Anyways, I hope you're late for tomorrow at least."

"Oh, I'm not going tomorrow." His tone is starting to sound odd.

"What do you mean? I promised I'd help you study and we both know you need it. Did something happen?"

"Nothing happened, I just don't feel like it."

"You don't feel like it? I thought you were serious about this, Cater." You ask, dejected, you'd been planning this for a while; after a long, heartfelt conversation about Cater's struggles with studying you'd promised to help him out. Starting tomorrow. And now it's likes he's completely forgotten.

"Cater what-" That's when it clicks, your hands slips out of his and he doesn't notice, not only that, your Cater wouldn't just cancel on you so nonchalantly. Specially when you were trying to help him out.

"Alright, I don't know what's happening exactly, but I'm gonna need to drop whatever's going on." Cater's eyes shift as you speak, twitching for a second before he sighs, looking to somewhere over your shoulder.

"You figured it out so quick..." Cater whispers in wonder, appearing from behind a tree.

"Cater..." You speak somewhat desperately, finally understanding the situation as the clone you'd been talking to disappears before your eyes. "What's wrong?"

You're not mad? You just want to know 'what's wrong?' God, it feels like his heart might just split right down the middle.

"It's just- I needed--" He stammers, twitching and twisting his fingers in hopes an explanation would weave itself from them. But alas, even in a world full of magic, none such things are yet possible.

"We can talk about that later. Come here," Perhaps the path between the gardens in not the best place for gestures such as these, but still you call him into your open arms, comforting him with nothing more than the sound of your heartbeat beneath his ear. For all he needed was that to prove that you are real.

[luxaryllis]

Cater dying<3 (take your time hun)

Oh my goshhhh

The actual fic is below the cut.

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"Cater, you should be awake now! It may not be a school day, but we have an Unbirthday Party today!"

"... no response...? Cater? Cater, are you there?"

"..."

"Cater Diamond! If this is one of those pranks of yours, cut it out! It's not funny!"

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"Cater? Cater? Cater?!... *Gasp* CATER!!"

"Oh... oh my gosh... T-Trey!! Trey, someone!! Can someone call the nurse!!"

"What do you mean, Dorm Lea- OHMYGOSH, DIAMOND-SENPAI IS ON THE FLOOR BLEEDING!!!"

"Deuce what the heck are you talking about? You sure it isn't some trendy prank he's doing?"

"No... it can't... it smells like actual blood in here.."

"Oh my goodness, Cater. I'm calling the school nurse!"

"Yo! Cater!! Lilia-senpai and I decided to come visit you cuz we got an idea for the Light Music Club-... w-what is going on here...?"

"Kalim-senpai! Lilia-senpai!"

"Goodness, is that Cater on the ground?! Quick get him on a bed and put pressure on that wound of his!!"

"R-right, senpai!"

"Cater-senpai... don't leave us... please... YOU STILL HAVE SO MUCH TO LIVE FOR!!! *sobs*"

"Oh my... I... I don't think even magic can fix this... it appears that he's far too gone..."

"E-eh...? No... no, no, no, NO!! NO! CATER-SENPAI PLEASE!!"

"He will be remembered and missed. Although... I would like to add that looking at the state of this room and how Cater was a while ago, it seems that this was self-inflicted. Suicide, perhaps?"

"No way... a student... committed... suicide... while I was in charge...?"

"Guys! The nurse is-"

"My condolences, Clover. However, he's already gone now."

"W-what...? No... that can't be real..."

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