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The cave and its secrets

Summary: Will and Horace end up in a cave as the sun sets. Horace is alone and claustrophobic. Will helps.

Word count: 881

Tw: Anxiety/ claustrophobia

Horace was going to kill Will Treaty. Never mind the fact that he was a hero of Arulen, never mind that Gilan would be very put out or even that one could go so far as to say it was treason- the Rangers were, after all, Kings Rangers. Horace was going to kill Will Treaty for neglecting to mention one detail. He had told Horace to keep watch while he scouted ahead, deep into the yawning cavern that was the cave. Horace was fine being left behind, really he was. Until he realized Will hadn’t told him how close to sunset it was and how dark even the mouth of the cave was without the sun sending rays to warm to cold stone. Horace didn’t mind the dark so much as the confined space. He’d always hated tight spaces, ever since he could remember. Something about walls on all sides of him, unable to stretch or even breathe always set Horace’s teeth on edge. And now he was alone in the dark, with shadows breathing down his neck. Horace shuddered, gripping the hilt of his sword tighter. He crossed to the other side of the cave, attempting to put space between himself and the shadows. The wind screamed, sounding suspiciously like Horace’s own name. The knight shuddered, glancing at the cavern where Will disappeared. He was always braver when he had the smaller man to protect. Even though Will didn’t need his protection, Horace gave it anyway. He’d give anything for that man, even his life.  Horace whimpered, feeling the walls of the cave tighten around him, settling their weight against his chest. Horace rubbed his hand against his chest, trying to dislodge the anxiety that swirled in his stomach, heavy like food gone bad. Horace sighed, shivering as he glanced at the cavern mouth, willing Will to reappear. Horace could feel himself panting slightly and focused on slowing his breathing. One hand on his chest, Horace wrapped the other around his mid section, applying enough pressure so he didn’t feel like he was about to fall apart. Horace slid down the cave wall dropping to his knees, head lowered. Horace gasped, giving up on slow breathing, focused instead on keeping himself upright. Horace felt if he fell further than he already had, that he would never find his way back from the chasm in his mind, far darker than the one Will had disappeared down. The wind screamed, and Horace broke. 

“ Horace” The wind whispered, and Horace swore he could even feel hands on his face. 

“ Horace. “  The wind sounded exasperated now. Ghostly fingers trailed across Horace’s jaw. Horace tensed as the wind picked up, raising in volume, shrieking around the cave. 

“ Horace?” Horace was shaking, and the wind sounded like Will, a low hum. Horace was still shaking, a rhythmic back and forth that made the wind sound out of focus. 

“ Horace.” The wind was louder now, closer to Horace. With a strangled gasp, Horace’s eyes snapped open. Will was crouched beside Horace, one hand on his shoulder, worry knotted in the furrow of Will’s brows. Will was murmuring something, speaking in the quick, low voice he uses to soothe animals and children. Will was shaking Horace, though he stopped when he noticed Horace’s blue eyes on him. 

“ Horace?” Will questioned softly. Horace nodded, jerkily but he was responding. 

 “ I need you to breathe for me love” Will’s voice was soft, his eyes gentle. Horace gasped, shaking his head. 

“ Cant breath” He ground out, teeth clenched. Will’s eyes scanned his face, before Will was standing, pulling Horace to his feet, supporting the weight of the larger man easily. Will moved quickly, pulling Horace alongside him. Will pulled Horace out of the cave, settling him easily on the grassy knoll. 

“ Breath with me.” He instructed gently, hands giving Horace an anchor point.  Horace took a shuddering breath, finding his chest no longer fighting against the motion. Horace sucked in another deep breath, feeling his lungs fully inflate for the first time that evening. Horace dropped his head to Will’s chest, feeling the smaller man wrap an arm around him. 

“ I hate you” Horace muttered, the words muffled by Will’s tunic. Will’s arm tightened for just a moment before relaxing again. 

“I know. Horace I’m sorry. I just didn’t think” Will whispered into Horace’s hair. The larger man shook his head. 

“ Not your fault- I’m the one who can’t handle rocks in the dark, '' Horace joked, lifting his head to meet Will’s gaze. Will smiled at Horace, pulling him tighter against Will’s chest. 

“Ready to go? “ Will questioned softly. Horace nodded, thinking of the cabin that he called home and the fire that would be waiting for him there. Horace took Will’s hand, following the Ranger as he picked his way home. 

“ I had planned to murder you, you know? “ 

“ For leaving you in the dark cave? “ Will clarified, glancing back at his partner. Horace nodded. 

“ Why didn’t you? “ Will asked. Horace shrugged. 

“ Gilan would be put out,” He explained with a laugh. Will laughed along, relishing in the feel of Horace’s hand in his as he led the way to the cabin they shared, content in the knowledge that all in all, his life was full and he was happy.

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#I spent this year reading nearly all of the Rangers Apprentice series lol

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Reblog to give Halt a pair of noise-canceling headphones

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fuck it *teenagers your halt*

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A mouth-watering fuck-ton of hand angle references.

By Shadowcross on DA.

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#potato of luck

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If your plot feels flat, STUDY it! Your story might be lacking...

Stakes - What would happen if the protagonist failed? Would it really be such a bad thing if it happened?

Thematic relevance - Do the events of the story speak to a greater emotional or moral message? Is the conflict resolved in a way that befits the theme?

Urgency - How much time does the protagonist have to complete their goal? Are there multiple factors complicating the situation?

Drive - What motivates the protagonist? Are they an active player in the story, or are they repeatedly getting pushed around by external forces? Could you swap them out for a different character with no impact on the plot? On the flip side, do the other characters have sensible motivations of their own?

Yield - Is there foreshadowing? Do the protagonist's choices have unforeseen consequences down the road? Do they use knowledge or clues from the beginning, to help them in the end? Do they learn things about the other characters that weren't immediately obvious?

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🎵 You better watch out 🎵

🎵 you better not cry🎵

🎵 you better not pout 🎵

🎵 I'm telling you why🎵

🎵 santa is a government spy🎵

#oh no Santa why

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I'd love to see baby Cassandra in your style!

[Image ID: Baby Cassandra sitting with her hands between her legs. One shoulder is making her rosy cheek squish. She has golden curly hair going to about her ears, a large, square shaped head and big blue eyes. She's smiling, open mouthed, but no teeth are there. She's wearing a red long-sleeved dress with riffles at the end, and white socks. /End ID]

#goofy

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Stuff kids on tumblr better relearn

1. You are responsible for your own media experience. 

2. There is such a thing as a healthy level of avoidance towards topics that make you feel unwell or even (in a real-life clinical definition of the term) trigger you - but you are the one to actively take care of what you view.

3. Avoiding does not mean policing others.

4. You have no right to tell artists to censor themselves - you may criticize what others do, you may dislike it, that’s fine - but actively asking for censorship when you could easily unfollow or block a person just makes you look incompetent in your use of the internet.

5. Do not give people on tumblr or /any/ website the responsibility for your emotional well-being. Because these people do not even know you so no, you have no right to ask them to take care of you.

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his prodigal son

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Halt, pissed off, yells in Hibernian:

Crowley, shouts back: I don't understand but likewise!

Halt, stops shouting immediately:

Crowley:

Halt:

Crowley: Okay, now I need to know what that meant

Halt, just a little tiny bit confused: Nothing

Crowley: Come on!

Caitlyn, smiles:

Halt, panicked for the third time in his life: NO DON’T YOU DARE

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hurt & comfort

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since there’s apparently some sort of confusion on the matter (read: people are idiots)

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I want something with all the ward kids, maybe when they were all younger :D

[Image ID: Above the young kids is the words "It's the Hard Knock Life." Will is in the middle with his arms outstretched and his mouth wide. Kneeling on either side of him is George and Alyss; George is wringing out a cloth into a bucket while Alyss is scrubbing the floor. Besides George is Jenny, who is sweeping and looking up to the right. By Alyss is Horace, carrying a large heavy bag, saying: "Will, get back to work." /End ID]

#silly silly children

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EDIT: CHECK MY LATEST ADDITION BEFORE YOU START SHIT IN THE NOTES, THANKS.

warning for discord users

If you're on the app, immediately go to your dms and then "add friends". After the latest update they allow your contacts to find you and have that option turned on by default, so make sure it's unchecked!

This is very obviously not great for a multitude of reasons, but especially for people in vulnerable positions who do not want people in their contacts to see who they are on discord and/or know they have discord in the first place. I've also tried finding out if this is a thing on desktop but haven't been able to find any mention of it, so either it's not a "feature" (yet) or they've hidden it. Either way, stay safe, and turn off finding friends via contacts!

[ID: three screenshots from the discord app with circles around the buttons to press to get to this "feature". 1: the messages/DM button, 2: the "add friends button", 3: in the add friends page, the "allow contacts to add me" checkbox. /END ID]