BILL SKARSGARD MENTIONEDDD!?!?! I literally love him so bad. When I saw you post I almost screamed because I’m literally writing about him rn. Can we bring him back fr😩🖤
WE DO NEED TO BRING HIM BACKKKK
that man was SO FINE. the cataclysm of my mainstream vampire obsession, my blood kink, my knife kink, etc. probably one of the most toxic men that’s ever had a hold on me 🫠 BUT THATS OKAY!!
fun fact: this account was originally just a bill skarsgard account. i was in the trenches.
still am, clearly, sometimes.
we’re not even gonna talk about all the kas!eddie smut ive also fantasized about with inspiration from roman’s scenes
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Pumpkin, can we have Genesis do some of the shit shit that your brother has done? Askin' this because they all sound like Genesis things to do so far.
Absolutely not. But I will leave you with one more tidbit of information about him -> he has played Jesus in his school play for three years in a row because his teachers think he's the only one who "understands the role." Parents have complained but Jesus little bro persists.
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x reader but it's tumblr x reader. your love interest only speaks in tumblr quotes and jokes and you're just A Normal Gal (or Guy) who's always like "babe are you okay? you were staring at that Misha Collins collage again."
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And I've had these for ages. But I just wanted to make an Arkin and Abby.
Listen.
I've given up on Abby. She's a head and a body in 2 pieces and I can't figure out how I want her hair. Sadly she wasn't dismembered, so I dunno....
I made Asa 2 ways.....as we know, I support that there is more that one Collector. I will die on this hill. Arkin looked right at Juan and did not see a pudgy pouty white man.
So I have El Caliente and Thicc & Plenty in plushie form.
Then we have a small screaming little shit. (ง'̀-'́)ง (ง'̀-'́)ง
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The Choice (Follow Up)
Here’s a small scene between Edward and Gordon in the aftermath of The Choice.
Gordon stood outside on the pier of Brendam docks, the warm glow of the sunset illuminating his face as he watches a ship sail steadily over the horizon, getting smaller and smaller. He steels his face into a stoic expression, lips thinning into a hard pressed line. He forced himself to dry the small bits of water that gathered at his eyes, damn salty wind. The ship had now fully disappeared, along with his brother, over the waves and horizon.
Footsteps creaked along the waterlogged boards of the dock, stopping next to him. Gordon didn’t need to look to know who it was.
After a long breath of silence the voice spoke, wavering and strained, “I’m glad to have you with us Gordon.”
A beat, then a chuckle. “What are you talking about Edward? I never left.” Gordon looked over to his friend beside him, smile dropping and brow twisting into confusion. “…Why are you crying?”
Edward looked out over the sea, the sunset glow only making the tears that pricked his eyes stand out more as the light reflected off of them. “You gave up on your dream,” his voice was soft and strained, betraying the smile on his face.
Another wave of silence, Edward holding his breath, trying to find the words. After a beat, he spoke again, “You gave up everything you wanted— a once in a lifetime opportunity, to stay on this little island with us.” A breathy chuckle escaped the man’s lips as he wiped his eyes of tears that refused to stay behind his eyes. His laugh growing less and less strained and more hearty as the relief flooded over him.
Gordon blinked and shuffled his feet awkwardly, repeatedly glancing between his friend and the sea. After fidgeting with his tie for the millionth time he cleared his throat, “I— uh. Yes. I did. I don’t know why you ever doubted I’d leave, honestly.” When this elicited no response Gordon rigidly stuck out his arms in a feeble attempt to offer a hug, which Edward did respond to.
He would have, if it weren’t for Henry barreling into them both like, well, a freight train. Gordon let out a surprised creak as he crushed by Henry’s death hug. Edward on the other hand simply flashed a sudden mischievous grin at a pleading Gordon and joined in the now Gordon hug sandwich.
“Henry—“ Gordon croaked, attempting to push his friend away from him, “Henry, personal space!”
His pleas were ignored however as Henry tried lifting them both into the air. This didn’t go as planned though and all three of them went toppling to the floor in a cascade of laughter. And before any of them knew it, the rest of the steam team had joined in the group floor hug. And though Gordon protested, he couldn’t help but smile knowing he made the right choice.
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