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hey babygirl, want to come back to my place and I'll inject you with this totally safe, definitely not toxic, chemical substance?

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Young Frankenstein (1974) dir. by Mel Brooks.

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trying to draw ed as a guard member is difficult because he keeps looking too much like a wizard

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why are you as a man wearing a suit? so other men can pull on your tie to bring you in for a kiss? so you can take off your jacket and loosen your tie and unbutton your shirt like a whore? so the process of undressing is an intricate ritual for you and other men to undergo? gayass.

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me after reading one fan fic about swansea: i love this stupid doctor

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EDIT: this shirt is better and matches the fit. please continue.

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who wants to date me!!! i’ll give you oddities, medieval weaponry, and even a vial of my own blood for you to wear around your neck ;)

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swanreid commission, from @lacrimalis for @eeveebethfejvu​ :)

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me sitting with a tea playing wobbledogs: damn, edgar would love this

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sometimes people speak and you know what i just dont listen

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     This is the Morphogenic Engine. A few lines of mathematics, an algorithm. Reprogram us, turn us into nightmare factories. A few numbers on a dry erase board. Give me a hacksaw and a few hours alone with Dr. Wernicke’s corpse. I feel I owe him a debt.

           miles upshur of outlast || 18+ || recorded by moss

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pov: you are watching a medical soap opera and edgar will not shut up about how wrong everything is

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only thoughts tonight are of edgar going batshit feral on a group of guards whilst being drenched in blood.

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@vampyrdoctor asked ;; ‘ When i breathe, i will think of you, for without you i would have been dead years ago, but you have hurt everyone. Everyone whose life you have touched. They say time heals all wounds, but that presumes the source of grief is finite. You, Edgar, no longer have the luxury of time's erasure. ’

“As you have told me before, yes.”

You hurt everyone.

It looks as if his face isn’t too sure if it should frown or give a sullen expression.

It was justified. Edgar knows he wouldn’t escape from the deep grooves he had caused. He would always be reminded of the epidemic; the textbooks and historical relics held the proof. It wasn’t the whole story, but it was enough to usher his eyes away from the plaques and texts with a guilty conscience.

There had been little knowledge about the bond between a maker and their progeny. Edgar had done his research back when he was part of the Brotherhood, as did the others. There had been brief entries but nothing extensive. He didn’t know how loud Jonathan’s voice would be. He couldn’t predict when his voice would occur, but it was daily. Some would be pleasant, yet others frustrated and sometimes they were about the Pembroke. Sometimes about him. It kept Edgar restless during his waking hours, and he had yet to discover a way to silence them. There used to be days when he could only dream to be inside the mind of the brilliant surgeon, but it now only filled his stomach with cement.

Edgar looks at Reid now, standing within the walls of yet another office, another hospital. It was many years after the fact, yet this moment holds some air of familiarity. The man looks the same, which shouldn’t come as a surprise due to their conditions but the doctor still finds some sense of awe about it all, despite the fact. It is the same, yet Jonathan's eyes are cool and judging.

Edgar isn’t foolish. He knows that it couldn’t be outrun or simply put to bed, but he wishes it could be at times, and that had been what Jonathan had pointed out before; this was a punishment.

Features still conflicted, Edgar smooths down his jacket expelling a slow huff of breath through his nose. His gaze leaves Jonathan’s to go back to his things, tucking folders away from the night’s new patients.

“I can assure you that the grief haunts me all the same.” He catches his tongue. Now that Edgar had time to digest his actions, he had thought about what he wanted to say about it all, but his throat goes dry. He wonders if his words about it are acceptable now, or if they would even put an end to it.

He pauses to let out a frustrated, tired sigh, pretending to reread some note he had placed about some woman's bypass surgery before neatly closing up the folder.

“Now, excuse me if I'm blunt, but if that is the only reason you’ve come to grace me with your presence, you can kindly leave, Dr. Reid. Perhaps we can speak another time.”

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Sometimes you think your writing is meh, but other times you reread your work and amaze yourself. Maybe I'm not as bad as I think I am lol

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it's still monday for me since I haven't gone to bed yet, leave me be. yes this is really me. a true self portrait.