hwaugh. having a time over here tbh
The Beast In On His Chain (chapter 24)
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[ch 21] [ch 22] [ch 23] [ao3] [???]
Fandom: The Penumbra Podcast
Relationship: Lord Arum/Sir Damien, Sir Damien/Rilla, Lord Arum/Sir Damien/Rilla
Characters: Sir Damien, Lord Arum, Rilla, Sir Absolon
Additional Tags: Second Citadel, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, prisoner/guard dynamic, Dehumanization, (which feels like a weird word to use for a nonhuman person bUT. it’s what i got.), Despair, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, (EVENTUALLY!!!! it’ll take a while), Captivity, Suicidal Thoughts, (that will be a theme throughout. inescapable in this particular fic. alas.), Eventual Romance, (Yes the dynamics in this one are fucked. honestly i’m kinda Stretching my limits these days.), (having fun with it. fucking around. it’s fine.), Recovery, (eventually), Self-Reclamation
Chapter Summary: Arum does something inadvisable. Damien tries to clean up the mess.
Chapter Notes: Wowsers bowsers. a doozy, maybe. short, but. yeah. (ch warnings on ao3)
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Arum has learned patience, in his time as a trophy. He knows what he wants even before the moment Damien leaves the room, but he bites his tongue, he curls his tail around his body, he settles and resettles on his uncomfortable stone, he ignores the intervening guards as they march their thoughtless circles past him, and he waits.
(Nothing to be gained from drawing further attention to Damien's shifts. Cannot connect what Arum intends to do to Damien at all, if possible.)
Difficult to keep track of time, down here, but- Arum knows he should be reasonably safe when the shift after Damien's trades off with next. They seem to have split the day into thirds, so... he should be as far from Damien, for the sake of association, as it is possible to be.
He makes sure that he has the Janus Beast's attention, aiming his thoughts towards it until it meets his eye, until it grins that teeth-and-acid grin, waits until the guard is far enough away not to hear, and then he begins to speak to it.
[read more on ao3]
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hello hello i'd like to hear some adam cole thoughts you have? 👀
OOOOOOOOOOOO GOOD QUESTION
okay so, Adam Cole is an EXCELLENT PERFORMER like good in the ring and FANTASTIC on the mic whether in the ring, a vignette, or in a backstage segment. He can do comedy he can do drama he can do it all!
BUT RIGHT NOW IM MAD AT HIM FOR THE DEVIL REVEAL
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Tagged by the lovely @missanniewhimsy for last lines of a WIP, but this whole conversation only makes sense together. Thank you babe :)
It wasn’t the Brucie Wayne voice- the Bat voice- no, just that soft spoken secret between Jasons innumerable siblings, and apparently, this one woman.
“Eleanor,” Bruce said, gloom abated only by the smallest uptick of a smile at the baseball bat in her hand, corona of broken glass gleaming crunched beneath her steel-toed boots, “Should I open the garage?”
She had to tilt back her head to look at him, and the action made Bruce slump, shoulders low.
Muffled by Dick’s sweater, Tim wrestled free enough to to ask, because he was a little fucking shit, “Did B adopt your soulmate?”
The bat disappeared. Elle crossed her arms and glared up, backburn sear of anger reaching Jason, even here and now, fucking soul mark empathy filling him with something so much warmer than all the whiskey in the world.
“What the fuck were you thinking? Sending Dick to my house. You know- you knew what he’d”-
Terrible, Bruce gently interrupted. “You stopped coming home.”
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