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Under the Mistletoe (Dec. 16-22)

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Support group for each of them

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Part 09!!

You can find the other parts here

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watching his situationships haggle is his favorite hobby

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(I know this has been gifed a thousand times but I couldn't help it)

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like orpheus, i am not strong enough to not look at what i want

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Builder Aka Gameplay when Being bombarded by reverse confession be like. Thanks @el-dritchknight for the idea

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We’ve got forever to figure out the rest

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It's Awful Here

Finished up the Dead Girls piece, and oh I'm love. Decided against a corset for Edith, just a chemise and bloomers. I kinda wish I'd done more with Charlotte's clothes, but they're just Charles' right now. His outfit is pretty gender anyway. Also enjoyed the lighting here - back lighting AND holding the lantern made for some fun puzzles to solve.

Hope you like!

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Another collab with the AMAZING @asidian for their fic The Case of the Abandoned Mine for Day 26 That's no barn spider: Venomous bite / Arachnophobia / “You'll be okay, we can help.”

Its been such a joy to do these with Asi 😍 We have the same mind so anything she writes just is right upp my street and I always see so many moments I want to draw.

@whumperless-whump-event

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me and my besties at the front door of Netflix headquarters

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edwin payne x 8 letters (acoustic)

the words don't seem to fit quite right.

a sort of edwin counterpart to my last edit with charles x eyes off you!

[twt. | ig. | tt.]

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tossing his bag with enough force to split the wooden poles nearby, charles wants nothing more than to scream; to throw his fists until something breaks, until splinters take him apart and reveal the monster beneath.

he is his father's son, forever shaped by his father's hands, he must be. it's hard to think of himself as anything else when anger starts to feel like a familiar embrace, a familiar rush, a familiar love—when anger starts to run through his every thought like blood.

his father's shadow is long, deep. sometimes charles wonders how he can see in the dark, with only the glow of his own despair to guide him, only the sting of a buckle to keep him from finding the walls and clawing his way out of the chasm of his past.

he sits in the office, and catches glimpses of his father at the desk. he breaks something, and finds his father in the way his hands clench around its pieces. he yells, and the sound of an unraveling belt swings below his words. he blinks, and any room looks at least a little like the basement. he looks at edwin, and wonders how long it will take for him to ruin him beyond repair.

sometimes, when it's dark and cold and there is a familiar sting against his skin, charles wonders if his soul was collected in that attic after all, if he has become nothing more than a hollow shell for his father's lessons to be unleashed into the world; a way for his father to stretch his bloodied fingers further than their little house. sometimes, it feels like he is in the passenger seat of his own mind even after death, forever made to watch his father jerk the leather wrapped wheel with furious hands and force him into the ditch filled with thorn bushes and shattered glass.

he feels like a chained dog, trained with tight leashes and tighter fists until bark and bite are the only things left inside. truly his father's son, a rowland through and through, tainted forever by a legacy of bruised knuckles and broken toys.

but fuck, he thinks with furious tears spilling despite his wishes, he doesn't want to be.

(edwin smiles like there is nothing more ridiculous than charles being like his father. edwin flips up his collar, tilts his head, and calls him the best person he knows. edwin melts into his hug like it's a sanctuary, not a prison meant to escape. edwin stays.

charles wishes he could see himself in whatever light that makes edwin look at him like this, like something precious to be cherished, something to be kept around. he holds on tighter and renews his oath to never leave, even with the fury forever licking up his insides. he'll do anything to stay.)

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five things you know (and one thing you don't)

[inspo. | twt.]

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Modern AU where the boys save each other from their canonical deaths