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That voice comes out of this bitch?

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âI hope everyone gets fucked raw and goodâ
- Seph, episode 106, Happy Pride
it's always interesting to encounter people in fandom who don't seem to understand that interesting characters are not always 100% perfect/make bad decisions/aren't morally pure/etc. look. this isn't my little pony. i don't want a moral lesson, i want an interesting, complex, flawed character.
i like my adult media to have complex, adult characters "that character is irredeemable now because [insert moral failing here]" have you ever made a bad decision? have you ever hurt anyone? have you ever made a mistake? are YOU irredeemable? are YOU not worthy of atonement? what about love?
jfc.
Look. I know Erik has never stated it outrightâŚ
âŚbut in my head Lincoln is MASSIVE. Crazy tall, yes, but also SOLID. He has to be, to account for the weight of gravity. Heâs just BIG. But heâs also hella shy, and everyone is always watching him, which he has shown to be hyper sensitive to.
Logical conclusion?
Lincoln slouches and tries to make himself as small as possible, which is why he always sits. He always wears hoodies, and hides in the deep hood so he doesnât have to see all the eyes that follow him.
âŚyes, I have at least three more fics of Lincoln on the way, why do you ask? đ đ
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Imagine you're laying in the dentist chair and the dentist is doing dentist stuff and then the dentist looks at you very seriously and they're all up in your mouth and they tap on one of your teeth and then they say
"Who's tooth is that?"

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the damihux pill. you can take up to one billion a day
asher and david while they still lived together
what do you think was going through vincentâs head when lovely was turned?Â
when he saw them get picked up by that shade, their body going limp as their life was drained out of them. was there a moment, a horrible split second where he thought he was too late?Â
then he was cradling them, trying so hard to heal them, but it wasnât working. he learned healing magic to help them, so that he could heal them like he couldnât after adam. but it didnât matter, because there was nothing he could do. sam said they didnât have long, and he could see it. he could feel their muscles getting weaker by the second, see the focus and clarity in their eyes dimming ever so slightly. the love of his life dying in his arms.Â
now they had to make the choice between death and eternal life. even in a situation as dire as this one, he was determined to give them the choice he didnât have. selfishly, he was internally begging, pleading for them to agree. he couldnât live forever without them by his side. every cell in his body was screaming at him to just do it, just turn them, save his love. but he couldnât, wouldnât, unless they wanted it too.Â
and they do want it. the relief that flooded him was intense, but snuffed out quickly when heâs pulled back into the reality of the situation. he doesnât even know where to begin. sam tells him, his body knows how. blood for blood. so he bites into his own wrist, putting the wound against lovelyâs mouth, telling them to drink.Â
and as theyâre drinking blood for the first time in whatâs about to be an eternity of surviving off of it, he takes a moment, just one moment, to look at them. to look into their eyes, trying to memorize the exact color, knowing this was the last time heâd ever see them. then the moment ended, all too soon, and then he was biting them, draining them, tasting their blood for the final time.Â
then it was over.Â
they were unconscious, their body exhausted from the transformation. he held them in the underground until sam called him to fight again. their heartbeat was the same, that distinct rhythm he knew like the back of his hand. but their scent was different. it was still them just, different.Â
his body didnât yearn for their blood anymore. that unconscious pull to feed heâd felt in the back of his mind every moment since meeting them was gone. it was still lovely, still his lovely, but it felt so wrong. there was a new pull though, a new bond, an  unconscious connection to them. his progeny. his partner.Â
then the ward fell, and he could take them home. he laid them on their shared bed, tucked them in under the covers. he didnât want to leave their side, but he had to go find william. even still, it almost physically hurt to pull himself away from the bedside, to leave them alone for even a few very necessary minutes.Â
then he was asking, begging will to take away his ability to invoke them. he never would, of course he never would. but he knows what itâs like, to be aware that somebody could. he feels it with william, despite knowing will wouldnât invoke him, hadnât invoked him unless it was a last resort, he still felt it. that little voice in the back of his mind reminding him that william could. that he only had agency so long as william allowed it. his stomach turned at the thought of lovely feeling that way about him.Â
then he was back at their bedside, staring at their sleeping form, waiting for them to wake up. he wanted to run his fingers through their hair, to soothe them, to soothe him, but he felt hesitant to touch them. he felt like heâd already done more than enough. their life had been a rollercoaster ever since heâd carelessly walked into it. he didnât want to hurt them more than he already had.Â
then they shifted just slightly, and their eyes opened. silver and red, just like his. he knew their eyes would be different, but it still felt surreal to see it. some part of him, some illogical, irrational part, was still expecting to see the eyes he knew.Â
he began speaking, rambling, trying desperately to comfort them, to get them to understand it wouldnât feel like this forever. he knew first hand what they were experiencing and his heart ached for them. they held his hand as he spoke, grip far tighter than they wouldâve been capable of just hours before, when they were still human. he held back just as tightly, wanting to ground them, wanting to keep them at his side.Â
they kissed softly, but their lips were firm. strong, like his. there was a new solidness to them. to their body as he laid down beside them to hold them. their movements were jerky, trying not to move too fast. their arms around him squeezing too tight, unaware of how to control their newfound strength. he didnât mind. he would be content if they never let him go again.
they had forever now, didnât they?Â

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is that song actually character-coded or is your brain a character-shaped hammer looking for lyrics to nail down somewhere
Iâm sick of f*ck, marry, kill! tell me which redacted character youâre:
⢠painting a nude portrait of
⢠singing a karaoke duet with
⢠pushing down a never ending flight of stairs
Rahhhhh
Darlin' is the type to stretch their entire body while still laying in bed and everytime Sam sees it he says "biiiig stretch", then earning a pillow hurled at his face
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What I would give for Aaron or morgan to be back. I might hire and Etsy witch at this point
shout out geordi he said âi can fix themâ and he fucking DID that shit