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Moiraine Damodred the way I miss you.
“wish you were sober” kandrew. kevin, seeing glimpses of the man andrew is beneath the medication. his potential, not just for exy, but to be a real person that kevin cares about and can care for him in return. letting him play off his meds, allowing andrew to have as much control as possible. andrew, watching as kevin self-destructs with his alcoholism. wanting to intervene but feeling that it isn’t his place. kevin, wasted and begging andrew not to leave him, and andrew doing everything he can to comfort kevin without crossing boundaries. because he does care, he can care now, he is sober and kevin is only getting worse.
tennickel do you want me dead
this post was made for kevin day btw

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are there any evil scientist william afton songs.... feels like people only focus on the murder aspect of his character (as they should) in music but i think if executed well scientist william could be cool ..... especially if u flesh out his character outside of "i kill kids wuhuhu"
https://archiveofourown.org/works/77847686
… So this is a series now.
A SERIES THAT RUINS ME
how many times do I need to tell my friends I do not need to get on tinder I need to be courted 18th century style by a shy polite well-dressed educated gentleman who can barely hide his affections for me despite the fact that we’re both men and it’s 1785 and his parents intend to betroth him to my sister for the sake of the family’s reputation but I’m the one he invites for long walks around the country estate under the pretense that we’ve gone hunting to deepen our fraternal bond with one another I’m the one he gazes at over his glass at dinner in a way that tells me to meet him in the library at midnight I’m the one whose hand he kisses in the moonlight when no one is around to see it and to whom he utters his barely audible confession that he wants me desperately but he loves me too much to ever risk my life and reputation by acting upon it even though he would throw away his in a heartbeat if it meant he could pretend have me for even a moment