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SIX SENTENCE SUNDAY
y'all i promise i'm still working on this willmack cockwarming fic
okay. now that i've knocked out most (?) of the requests for the nice time loop and made some good progress.
*cracks knuckles* time to mpreg that bortion
crossover of our interests
Happy writeblr live, Ollie!
Tell me more about cas’s background, why did he run away? How old was he? Why don’t you let him rest? Why can’t you just let him be happy 😭
(The last two questions are non serious but you can still answer them)
HEY :)
oh this is a cool question. sometimes i forget everyone doesn't automatically know everything about cas.
he was seventeen. he had just come second in the world surf league junior championships. he had been accepted into a good university on full scholarship with his boyfriend and best friend. said boyfriend had just agreed to marry him. he finally had a way out from his abusive, alcoholic father. he was, by most degrees, on top of the fucking world.
and then one night he's out in his backgarden by the pool making out with his boyfriend, blasting shitty 90's pop. his dad is gone for the weekend, or maybe the week, on a business trip. it's summer in november in australia and he's warm and happy and a little bit wine drunk and his very sweet boyfriend slash fiance is all over him and life is good.
until his dad gets back early. and the thing is, caspar should have heard him. he should have been paying attention. except they had music blasting and he was trying to get jacob's fly unzipped and he didn't notice until his very abusive, very angry, very drunk, and very homophobic father started screaming at them.
caspar's dad wasn't trying to kill jacob. he was trying to kill caspar, and even then, i don't think he was really trying to kill him. beat the gay out of his perfect surf champion son, maybe. it should have ended in a short a&e trip and some lies told about a fight with some local boys like it usually did, but jacob got in the way and things got ugly real fast.
caspar hit his dad over the head with the mostly-empty wine bottle and the man fell and hit his head on the concrete. by the time caspar looked back, jacob was floating in the swimming pool, scarily still. caspar hauled him out of the pool and tried to resuscitate him but jake had taken a heavy blow before landing in the water and he was always a very fragile boy. it hadn't taken much.
so caspar is sat in his backyard with the love of his life staring at him with dead, empty eyes, and his dad passed out on the concrete. he thinks he might have killed his dad and he doesn't want to check. he calls an ambulance and then he fucking legs it, because he's scared and traumatised and doesn't want to go to prison and also jacob is dead. he ends up on a flight to italy, because they have a holiday home a little outside of rome and the other side of the world seems far enough.
and then he's in rome. things get ugly really fast. he finds out that he didn't kill his dad, but it doesn't matter. he doesn't want to live in a world that doesn't have jacob in it, and the memory of his dead, empty eyes follow him no matter where he goes or how many drugs he takes.
so. i went semi-viral for screaming and cringing over my 2016 creepypasta art.
baby me is absolutely THRILLED that there’re so many eyes on their work, genuinely. they’re listing their favorite ‘pastas in the comments, talking in all caps, and thinking overtime about what the next wattpad update should be.
current me? honestly, feeling pretty 🥲 because nothing i’ve made since finding my style/preferences has really done well online. I have one drawing with +1k notes, but that took me less than two hours during a month-long challenge where I’d regularly spend 6+ hours a day on one piece.
i don’t wanna sound ungrateful bc people have been SO lovely, it’s just a very unexpected double-edged sword.
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