𝖢𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖾𝗅
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𝑨 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒎 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎.
𝖯𝖾𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖪𝖺𝗂.
𝖯𝖾𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖪𝖺𝗂.
"I could say the same," Cas teases, unfolding just a little more and giving Richie a peek of his 'go lower' lines, which are barely visible above the waistband of his pants.
Richie rolls his eyes, and throws another pillow at him.
“I have more where that came from, you know!”
“I have more where that came from, you know!”
"Wear a pillow?" Cas echoes, then he sits up a little more, giving Richie a slanted smile. "Enjoying the view, Rich?"
November 20, 2025 at 11:16 AM
"I could say the same," Cas teases, unfolding just a little more and giving Richie a peek of his 'go lower' lines, which are barely visible above the waistband of his pants.
Every vulnerability that Cas has worked so hard to hide until this point is now on display, laid bare for the world to see. He follows Tom like a little duckling, more than ready to enjoy a hot meal and sink into bed so he can rest his tired bones.
"I trust you," he murmurs. "Please... save us."
"I trust you," he murmurs. "Please... save us."
“MacNamara’s dead?” Holloway asks, the first note of fear from her. She disappears into the tent, and reappears wearing a dark cloak.
“Cas, you said your name was? Please — just stay here. I’ll bring Richard back. Hopefully save this town for good, too. Tom — please. Make sure he stays.”
“Cas, you said your name was? Please — just stay here. I’ll bring Richard back. Hopefully save this town for good, too. Tom — please. Make sure he stays.”
"I..."
Cas looks into Tom's eyes and finally loses what's left of his composure. He sinks against the nearby wall, absolutely exhausted, tears spilling down his flushed face.
"I just wanted to protect him," he murmurs weakly. "John did too... John's dead and it's... it's my fault, I..."
Cas looks into Tom's eyes and finally loses what's left of his composure. He sinks against the nearby wall, absolutely exhausted, tears spilling down his flushed face.
"I just wanted to protect him," he murmurs weakly. "John did too... John's dead and it's... it's my fault, I..."
November 20, 2025 at 10:56 AM
Every vulnerability that Cas has worked so hard to hide until this point is now on display, laid bare for the world to see. He follows Tom like a little duckling, more than ready to enjoy a hot meal and sink into bed so he can rest his tired bones.
"I trust you," he murmurs. "Please... save us."
"I trust you," he murmurs. "Please... save us."
Reposted by 𝖢𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖾𝗅
|| Either my phone will fall asleep or I will, but we're both on very low battery, so back tomorrow. 🩷
November 20, 2025 at 3:03 AM
|| Either my phone will fall asleep or I will, but we're both on very low battery, so back tomorrow. 🩷
"I..."
Cas looks into Tom's eyes and finally loses what's left of his composure. He sinks against the nearby wall, absolutely exhausted, tears spilling down his flushed face.
"I just wanted to protect him," he murmurs weakly. "John did too... John's dead and it's... it's my fault, I..."
Cas looks into Tom's eyes and finally loses what's left of his composure. He sinks against the nearby wall, absolutely exhausted, tears spilling down his flushed face.
"I just wanted to protect him," he murmurs weakly. "John did too... John's dead and it's... it's my fault, I..."
+ him up gently, and even made him a pillow and blanket of spider silk. To wait until the witch arrives.
Webby spins and spins, grateful for once that her brothers are focused elsewhere.
Webby spins and spins, grateful for once that her brothers are focused elsewhere.
November 20, 2025 at 3:00 AM
"I..."
Cas looks into Tom's eyes and finally loses what's left of his composure. He sinks against the nearby wall, absolutely exhausted, tears spilling down his flushed face.
"I just wanted to protect him," he murmurs weakly. "John did too... John's dead and it's... it's my fault, I..."
Cas looks into Tom's eyes and finally loses what's left of his composure. He sinks against the nearby wall, absolutely exhausted, tears spilling down his flushed face.
"I just wanted to protect him," he murmurs weakly. "John did too... John's dead and it's... it's my fault, I..."
"No, I... I don't need a bed or food, I need the man I love to be safe!" Cas whimpers in desperation, his identity spilling from his lips as easily as water from an upturned pitcher. "They're going to get to him, they probably already have! I need to protect him, I... I need to be there with him!"
+ “Cas?!” He calls for his boyfriend. “Please… come back…. Come back…”
November 20, 2025 at 2:52 AM
"No, I... I don't need a bed or food, I need the man I love to be safe!" Cas whimpers in desperation, his identity spilling from his lips as easily as water from an upturned pitcher. "They're going to get to him, they probably already have! I need to protect him, I... I need to be there with him!"
"Wear a pillow?" Cas echoes, then he sits up a little more, giving Richie a slanted smile. "Enjoying the view, Rich?"
“You don’t have to find it,” Richie mumbles, surprising even himself.
He clears his throat loudly.
“You could always uh… wear a pillow?”
He clears his throat loudly.
“You could always uh… wear a pillow?”
"This is as chill as I get around cute guys, if you're looking for a culprit then I'll find you a mirror."
Cas sits up, stifling a yawn.
"Can't believe I got so drunk last night that I passed out in your bed. I should probably find my shirt at some point..."
Cas sits up, stifling a yawn.
"Can't believe I got so drunk last night that I passed out in your bed. I should probably find my shirt at some point..."
November 20, 2025 at 2:42 AM
"Wear a pillow?" Cas echoes, then he sits up a little more, giving Richie a slanted smile. "Enjoying the view, Rich?"
"The Lords in Black are... They have my friend, my... Richie, they have Richie. He's special to me. I promised them servitude in return for his safety but they hunt him still."
Cas exhales softly, resisting the desire to simply collapse.
"His mind is breaking due to the torture they've inflicted »
Cas exhales softly, resisting the desire to simply collapse.
"His mind is breaking due to the torture they've inflicted »
+ gone?!”
He turns and gallops away. Holloway breathes a short sigh of relief, and then turns to Cas. Her gaze darkens.
“Webby told me you would come,” she says simply. “But not why. What do you need?”
He turns and gallops away. Holloway breathes a short sigh of relief, and then turns to Cas. Her gaze darkens.
“Webby told me you would come,” she says simply. “But not why. What do you need?”
November 20, 2025 at 2:41 AM
"The Lords in Black are... They have my friend, my... Richie, they have Richie. He's special to me. I promised them servitude in return for his safety but they hunt him still."
Cas exhales softly, resisting the desire to simply collapse.
"His mind is breaking due to the torture they've inflicted »
Cas exhales softly, resisting the desire to simply collapse.
"His mind is breaking due to the torture they've inflicted »
"This is as chill as I get around cute guys, if you're looking for a culprit then I'll find you a mirror."
Cas sits up, stifling a yawn.
"Can't believe I got so drunk last night that I passed out in your bed. I should probably find my shirt at some point..."
Cas sits up, stifling a yawn.
"Can't believe I got so drunk last night that I passed out in your bed. I should probably find my shirt at some point..."
Richie snickers, pulling the pillow off.
“Come oooon! You said you’d be chill!”
“Come oooon! You said you’d be chill!”
"Okay, okay, I'm chilling," Cas giggles, pretending to be flattened by the pillow and laying under it. "Gah, I've been taken down my one of your admirers! Felled by a rival! Help!"
November 20, 2025 at 2:35 AM
"This is as chill as I get around cute guys, if you're looking for a culprit then I'll find you a mirror."
Cas sits up, stifling a yawn.
"Can't believe I got so drunk last night that I passed out in your bed. I should probably find my shirt at some point..."
Cas sits up, stifling a yawn.
"Can't believe I got so drunk last night that I passed out in your bed. I should probably find my shirt at some point..."
'Kid.'
Cassiel isn't sure why, but the utterance of that name just breaks him. He runs behind Tom, staring at Nibbly in terror.
He's only eighteen, still in high school, and already facing horrors that most people couldn't even fathom.
"Thank you," he whispers. "It's... always hungry. It's »
Cassiel isn't sure why, but the utterance of that name just breaks him. He runs behind Tom, staring at Nibbly in terror.
He's only eighteen, still in high school, and already facing horrors that most people couldn't even fathom.
"Thank you," he whispers. "It's... always hungry. It's »
“Kid, what’s that thing behind you?!” Asks Tom Houston warily.
“Becky, get Holloway, quick,” he says, and the woman rushes into another tent.
“YUMMMY!” screams Nibbly.
“Kid, get behind me,” Tom says, pulling out his gun. “We gotta stop it somehow!”
“Becky, get Holloway, quick,” he says, and the woman rushes into another tent.
“YUMMMY!” screams Nibbly.
“Kid, get behind me,” Tom says, pulling out his gun. “We gotta stop it somehow!”
» by getting any closer, but he can't just stop now.
"Excuse me? Who's in charge here? I... need to speak to someone with... power," he states, as cryptically as possible, as he's approached by two adults, one man, one woman.
"Excuse me? Who's in charge here? I... need to speak to someone with... power," he states, as cryptically as possible, as he's approached by two adults, one man, one woman.
November 20, 2025 at 2:22 AM
'Kid.'
Cassiel isn't sure why, but the utterance of that name just breaks him. He runs behind Tom, staring at Nibbly in terror.
He's only eighteen, still in high school, and already facing horrors that most people couldn't even fathom.
"Thank you," he whispers. "It's... always hungry. It's »
Cassiel isn't sure why, but the utterance of that name just breaks him. He runs behind Tom, staring at Nibbly in terror.
He's only eighteen, still in high school, and already facing horrors that most people couldn't even fathom.
"Thank you," he whispers. "It's... always hungry. It's »
"There's no witch in these woods!" Cas calls out to whoever might care enough to listen.
He squeaks as he tumbles over something in his path, stumbling desperately to stay upright.
"A... wallet? Did someone get mugged here, or?"
No, it's not just a randomly dropped wallet. There's more to the »
He squeaks as he tumbles over something in his path, stumbling desperately to stay upright.
"A... wallet? Did someone get mugged here, or?"
No, it's not just a randomly dropped wallet. There's more to the »
+ worry, Richard. I’ll take goooooood care of you.”
November 20, 2025 at 1:59 AM
"There's no witch in these woods!" Cas calls out to whoever might care enough to listen.
He squeaks as he tumbles over something in his path, stumbling desperately to stay upright.
"A... wallet? Did someone get mugged here, or?"
No, it's not just a randomly dropped wallet. There's more to the »
He squeaks as he tumbles over something in his path, stumbling desperately to stay upright.
"A... wallet? Did someone get mugged here, or?"
No, it's not just a randomly dropped wallet. There's more to the »
"Shit."
While his plan was to lure Nibbly away from Richie, he does now have to contend with the fact that if he gets caught, he's likely going to get eaten.
"That's it, come on!"
He sprints through the woodland, hastily scanning his surroundings for any kind of coven-like area.
While his plan was to lure Nibbly away from Richie, he does now have to contend with the fact that if he gets caught, he's likely going to get eaten.
"That's it, come on!"
He sprints through the woodland, hastily scanning his surroundings for any kind of coven-like area.
“WAIT! You — don’t leave!!” Richie yells after Cas.
“Cas, I still don’t understand! Why am I getting new memories?! Who are the Lords in Black?! WHATS GOING ON?!”
Nibbly chases after Cas, transforming into his monstrous form.
“HUNGRY…!”
“Cas, I still don’t understand! Why am I getting new memories?! Who are the Lords in Black?! WHATS GOING ON?!”
Nibbly chases after Cas, transforming into his monstrous form.
“HUNGRY…!”
"Look after him," Cas whimpers, giving Richie one last desperate look before tearing into the forest. "Nibblenephim, over here! It's your favourite meal escaping! Come on, come and get me!"
November 20, 2025 at 1:34 AM
"Shit."
While his plan was to lure Nibbly away from Richie, he does now have to contend with the fact that if he gets caught, he's likely going to get eaten.
"That's it, come on!"
He sprints through the woodland, hastily scanning his surroundings for any kind of coven-like area.
While his plan was to lure Nibbly away from Richie, he does now have to contend with the fact that if he gets caught, he's likely going to get eaten.
"That's it, come on!"
He sprints through the woodland, hastily scanning his surroundings for any kind of coven-like area.
Reposted by 𝖢𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖾𝗅
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November 20, 2025 at 12:55 AM
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"Look after him," Cas whimpers, giving Richie one last desperate look before tearing into the forest. "Nibblenephim, over here! It's your favourite meal escaping! Come on, come and get me!"
“You… won’t leave?”
Richie asks softly. He puts a hand to his head again, and this time his hand comes away red.
“I… urghhhh….”
“You must hurry,” whispers Webby. “You must find the witch! Go now!”
BANG! A door flies open and our pops Nibbly.
“OOOOH! I thought I smelled BLOOD!”
Richie asks softly. He puts a hand to his head again, and this time his hand comes away red.
“I… urghhhh….”
“You must hurry,” whispers Webby. “You must find the witch! Go now!”
BANG! A door flies open and our pops Nibbly.
“OOOOH! I thought I smelled BLOOD!”
He freezes like a deer in headlights, looking back at Richie. He's desperate to hold him again, but the words still sting more fiercely than he can endure.
"Richie..."
Yet he returns, offering open arms for an embrace that's always ready to accept.
"Richie..."
Yet he returns, offering open arms for an embrace that's always ready to accept.
November 20, 2025 at 1:13 AM
"Look after him," Cas whimpers, giving Richie one last desperate look before tearing into the forest. "Nibblenephim, over here! It's your favourite meal escaping! Come on, come and get me!"
He freezes like a deer in headlights, looking back at Richie. He's desperate to hold him again, but the words still sting more fiercely than he can endure.
"Richie..."
Yet he returns, offering open arms for an embrace that's always ready to accept.
"Richie..."
Yet he returns, offering open arms for an embrace that's always ready to accept.
“Cas,” Richie says weakly. “Cas, w-wait.”
Richie tries to follow, but another splitting head pain accosts him. He staggers again, reaching out for Cas.
“Cassiel!”
Richie tries to follow, but another splitting head pain accosts him. He staggers again, reaching out for Cas.
“Cassiel!”
"I..." Cassiel falters, trying to filter the questions and accusations but failing miserably. "I-It's not that I don't care, I just..."
Shaking his head, Cas suddenly races ahead of Richie, his heart thumping painfully.
"I need to find the witch, just... just stay... stay safe..."
Shaking his head, Cas suddenly races ahead of Richie, his heart thumping painfully.
"I need to find the witch, just... just stay... stay safe..."
November 20, 2025 at 12:23 AM
He freezes like a deer in headlights, looking back at Richie. He's desperate to hold him again, but the words still sting more fiercely than he can endure.
"Richie..."
Yet he returns, offering open arms for an embrace that's always ready to accept.
"Richie..."
Yet he returns, offering open arms for an embrace that's always ready to accept.
Reposted by 𝖢𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖾𝗅
Putting my inevitable death on pause to be homosexual for a second.
November 19, 2025 at 11:35 PM
Putting my inevitable death on pause to be homosexual for a second.
"I..." Cassiel falters, trying to filter the questions and accusations but failing miserably. "I-It's not that I don't care, I just..."
Shaking his head, Cas suddenly races ahead of Richie, his heart thumping painfully.
"I need to find the witch, just... just stay... stay safe..."
Shaking his head, Cas suddenly races ahead of Richie, his heart thumping painfully.
"I need to find the witch, just... just stay... stay safe..."
+ like visions or memories that I don’t remember having before and it is FREAKING me the fuck out!!”
Webby removed the chip, after all.
“And — and you don’t care that everyone in Hatchetfield is MISSING?!”
Webby removed the chip, after all.
“And — and you don’t care that everyone in Hatchetfield is MISSING?!”
November 19, 2025 at 11:47 PM
"I..." Cassiel falters, trying to filter the questions and accusations but failing miserably. "I-It's not that I don't care, I just..."
Shaking his head, Cas suddenly races ahead of Richie, his heart thumping painfully.
"I need to find the witch, just... just stay... stay safe..."
Shaking his head, Cas suddenly races ahead of Richie, his heart thumping painfully.
"I need to find the witch, just... just stay... stay safe..."
|| Plot twist: My muse is the reason. 😏
November 19, 2025 at 11:33 PM
|| Plot twist: My muse is the reason. 😏
"I..."
The words stop him in his tracks.
He's used them himself in the past, and they don't come with positive connotations.
"I was just trying to keep you safe... You've been through so much that you don't even know about and I wanted to protect you..."
The words stop him in his tracks.
He's used them himself in the past, and they don't come with positive connotations.
"I was just trying to keep you safe... You've been through so much that you don't even know about and I wanted to protect you..."
“Cas! Cas, stop! Jeez! You’ve been all over me for months now!”
Richie pulls away from Cas quickly, shaking his head.
“Stop, please! I — I’m not some — some fragile thing!”
Richie pulls away from Cas quickly, shaking his head.
“Stop, please! I — I’m not some — some fragile thing!”
"Richie!"
He darts to support the teen, holding him protectively, a look of panic in his eyes.
"What's wrong? Is your head hurting? I can absolutely carry you, but we've gotta go NOW."
He darts to support the teen, holding him protectively, a look of panic in his eyes.
"What's wrong? Is your head hurting? I can absolutely carry you, but we've gotta go NOW."
November 19, 2025 at 11:20 PM
"I..."
The words stop him in his tracks.
He's used them himself in the past, and they don't come with positive connotations.
"I was just trying to keep you safe... You've been through so much that you don't even know about and I wanted to protect you..."
The words stop him in his tracks.
He's used them himself in the past, and they don't come with positive connotations.
"I was just trying to keep you safe... You've been through so much that you don't even know about and I wanted to protect you..."
"Richie!"
He darts to support the teen, holding him protectively, a look of panic in his eyes.
"What's wrong? Is your head hurting? I can absolutely carry you, but we've gotta go NOW."
He darts to support the teen, holding him protectively, a look of panic in his eyes.
"What's wrong? Is your head hurting? I can absolutely carry you, but we've gotta go NOW."
“Is… everyone at this party? Seriously, where are all the people?” Richie asks again, staring at the empty streets around them.
“I… I don’t like this. Argh…”
He staggers suddenly, putting a hand to his head.
“Ow….”
“I… I don’t like this. Argh…”
He staggers suddenly, putting a hand to his head.
“Ow….”
"I'm not risking anything that can be hijacked," Cas mutters darkly. "I'll carry you if I must, but we can't trust anyone. The Lords are planning a party and we're pride of place, so we have to stop them before it comes to fruition."
November 19, 2025 at 7:05 PM
"Richie!"
He darts to support the teen, holding him protectively, a look of panic in his eyes.
"What's wrong? Is your head hurting? I can absolutely carry you, but we've gotta go NOW."
He darts to support the teen, holding him protectively, a look of panic in his eyes.
"What's wrong? Is your head hurting? I can absolutely carry you, but we've gotta go NOW."
...fair.
I really look thirteen?
Heh, I might use that to my advantage.
I really look thirteen?
Heh, I might use that to my advantage.
I am kinda interested in everything that is unkown to me. 🤔
Eighteen.
I'm eighteen.
...nearly nineteen.
You always start conversations with questions?
I'm eighteen.
...nearly nineteen.
You always start conversations with questions?
November 19, 2025 at 6:18 PM
...fair.
I really look thirteen?
Heh, I might use that to my advantage.
I really look thirteen?
Heh, I might use that to my advantage.
"I'm not risking anything that can be hijacked," Cas mutters darkly. "I'll carry you if I must, but we can't trust anyone. The Lords are planning a party and we're pride of place, so we have to stop them before it comes to fruition."
“Where… is everybody?”
Richie asks softly, allowing himself to be guided by Cas, but glances around at the eerily empty streets that surround them. His eyes still glow green, but he doesn’t seem to notice.
“Can’t we just call an uber or something?”
Richie asks softly, allowing himself to be guided by Cas, but glances around at the eerily empty streets that surround them. His eyes still glow green, but he doesn’t seem to notice.
“Can’t we just call an uber or something?”
» concluding that if the chip is out, Webby didn't want it there. John's soldier did say something about it getting potentially overloaded by Richie's brainwaves, so perhaps it's best that it's been removed.
"We can cut through Pinebrook, it should be safer than taking the main streets."
"We can cut through Pinebrook, it should be safer than taking the main streets."
November 19, 2025 at 6:18 PM
"I'm not risking anything that can be hijacked," Cas mutters darkly. "I'll carry you if I must, but we can't trust anyone. The Lords are planning a party and we're pride of place, so we have to stop them before it comes to fruition."
Eighteen.
I'm eighteen.
...nearly nineteen.
You always start conversations with questions?
I'm eighteen.
...nearly nineteen.
You always start conversations with questions?
Dude, what are you doing??? You're, like, 13.
Excuse—
November 19, 2025 at 6:14 PM
Eighteen.
I'm eighteen.
...nearly nineteen.
You always start conversations with questions?
I'm eighteen.
...nearly nineteen.
You always start conversations with questions?