GOD WILL FORGIVE MY GUN

U̲M̲B̲R̲A̲ ̲M̲O̲R̲T̲I̲S̲, the shadow of death.

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HERE LIES ABRAHAM MARCH : AN ORIGINAL CHARACTER BASED WITHIN SILVERNATURAL. REDEEMED BY GOLD, SHE/HER. 27.

ORIGINALLY ESTABLISHED C. 2016, REBANDED IN 2026. FOCUSING HEAVILY ON THE HUNTER AND THE HUNTED, TOO MONSTER FOR HUMANS + TOO HUMAN FOR MONSTERS, SEEING THE UNSEEN AND KNOWING THE UNKNOWN. SEEKING REDEMPTION. TIME IS THE GREATEST ENEMY.

IMPORTANT : SINGLE SHIP WITH BLEDGRACE'S DEAN WINCHESTER. SILVER AND I HAVE SPENT YEARS DECONSTRUCTING CANON AND REBUILDING IT TO MAKE SENSE, FILL GAPS, AND BETTER FIR DEAN AND ABE AS SOULMATES THROUGHOUT VARIOUS INCARNATIONS OF LIFE. THEY ARE AND WILL BE MY FIRST PRIORITY.

LINKS : SITE. BOARD. PLAYLIST. SOULMATE. WHERE TO FIND ME : MULTI + BOYS MULTI.

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i'm gonna lay down for a bit because my body hurts but when i come back i expect y'all to have liked this for plotting / starters bc i want to get the ball rolling here again. multi's please specify.

[richardmaddendaily]

Richard Madden in OASIS

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i'm gonna lay down for a bit because my body hurts but when i come back i expect y'all to have liked this for plotting / starters bc i want to get the ball rolling here again. multi's please specify.

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it costs nothing to be nice. that's what sam says. ↻ @cerynitiis.

“  yes, well ... sam says a lot of stupid things.  ” there is an urge to roll his eyes that abraham has to fight as the words fall from his mouth. kindness is something he learned a long time ago could cost someone everything in particular situations. so if sam told her those things then it was a fucking lie. kindness is not something so easily earned from abraham march and for good reason. there is caution in everything he does, especially when it comes to those he hasn't yet decided he can trust. his trust is even harder to earn.

“  he also lied. everything has a price, including kindness in the right circumstances.  ”

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i've been writing abe for ten years this year.... thats insane to me

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abe out there somewhere today like: do you care to talk about the bestest boy in the whole world, dean winchester??

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scenes from supernatural: 1x03 - DEAD IN THE WATER

[cunthlic]

last summer

[ savannah, ga // july 2024 ] [ portra 400 // canon ae-1 ]

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no. dean thinks again, this is his dramatic moment. not abraham's. dean rolls his eyes a little, exhales out through his nose. resists the urge to stomp his foot. “no, you don't..” he kind of does seeing as dean too the blanket and sheet with him. the bed as naked as dean was. he adjusts the blanket around him so he could make his escape. but that was his mistake: taking his eyes off of his husband.

there's movement out of the corner of his eye but he didn't pay it any mind. he should have, because the tug forces dean forward and crashing into abraham now on the edge of the bed. fucker. tentatively, he places his hands on his husbands bare shoulders, “shit. even your shoulders are cold.”

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if there is ever a moment that dean knows what abraham is about to do with him, he doesn't hint to it. in fact, it seems like he turned a blind eye as he took those perfect greens off of him, a perfectly timed mistake, to tend to himself. suddenly it didn't matter how cold he felt, grabbing and pulling dean closer, having him no more than a breath away, warms him immediately and flushes pink over his entire body. mischief and desire both warming something in his chest and stirring the pool in his tummy. finally, right where i want you.

he pulls and dean crashes immediately against him, his bare body on his, chest there for taking advantage. and ohh.... he's going to do exactly that. hands find purchase at his hips, cold fingertips gently biting into freckled skin. shit. even your shoulders are cold. and who's fault is it for stealing the covers? abraham almost allows it to fall out of his mouth, though instead he laughs and flits his eyes up at him as if he's going to seek permission. he already knows the answer.

he hums, kissing gently his collarbone. slowly down over his chest, taking in every soft noise dean may make, placing tinier kisses over some of abraham's favorite cluster of freckles. before finally working down to his nipples, not a moment to adjust before abraham march puts his mouth on dean with a moan and suckles.

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dean all but sputters, aghast at the audacity of the man still perched on the bed. hmph. he adjusts the blanket and sheet around him, pulling it over his shoulders so it doesn't slump to the floor. does his best to cover his chest, his hardened nipples from the cold. risky business this all was. another huff. “I didn't mean.... like that.” and the fucker has the audacity still to continue to laugh through his words.

“no.” dean quips back at his husband, “you're freeeeeeezin'.”

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i didn't mean... like that. he'll admit that had been his intention from the moment he crawled out of bed. lay his freezing hands over deans warm skin, even if he was still half asleep to get the same reaction he does now: dramatic, huffing as if he'd just said something offensive as he drapes the covers over him more. though not before abraham's eyes find his nipples, and mischief finds his blue gaze.

no, he quickly quips back at him. abraham scoffs, hand over his heart like he'd just received the worst news. the drama unfolds and he crashes against the mattress, playfully groaning as dean continues: you're freeeeeeeezin'. “ but! thats why i need your to warm me back up! you're so waaaaarrrm. ” he looks up at him, a dumb little smile curling the corners of his mouth upward as he wiggles closer to the edge of the bed, grabbing a fistful of the covers and pulling his husband right back to him. “ get back over here an' help me! ”

[aayla-securas]

Game of Thrones 3.03, Walk of Punishment. Richard Madden as Robb Stark

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it's not finished yet and it needs updating but... the cabin is everything to me

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foxy (:

abe's pretty symbol for change (: you know a few hang out around the cabin from time to time

[suburbanscrimshaw]

[notmorbid]

a beast slinks towards beijing.

dialogue prompts from a beast slinks towards beijing: a novel by alice evelyn yang.

what month is it?

we were damned if we did, damned if we didn't.

what do you remember?

you look tired. are you in pain?

it's a 'three advil' kind of day.

you look familiar. do i know you?

something is definitely following you. whether you can see it or not is a different matter.

you look tired. not sleeping well? nightmares?

you're asking the wrong questions.

i'm not ready for that. i don't know if i'll ever be ready.

you cannot die. there are still things we need to say.

anything can be salvaged. nothing should be wasted.

some memories are untranslatable.

i don't know how to say it in words.

i wasn't going to go through with it.

breathe. it'll pass.

you could almost pass as human.

it was real. it was the realest moment of my life.

you haven't even said sorry.

i didn't ask to be the favorite. i'd give it to you, if i could.

you like winning more than anything.

what really happened? you can tell me.

does it hurt badly?

your unhappiness weighs on my soul.

it would have been better if i'd died. if i didn't exist.

you wear resentment like a second skin.

i don't know how much you remember.

no rest for the wicked, right?

do you want to sleep here?

why do you want to leave?

children, like animals, often have a preternatural sense for catastrophe.

i thought gods were supposed to be good.

we're like small toys to the gods.

you know how to spin a yarn.

i've never known someone with a dead ____ before.

you're everywhere, aren't you?

everyone's been listening to me talk about you for years.

i know when you're lying.

i don't like the way _____ talks about you.

i want to feel solid again.

you didn't try to find me.

you have a deceptively innocent face.

morality is a privilege we can't afford right now.

you hurt everything around you.

i don't want to be in the house any more than i have to be.

you haven't changed much. always taking care of everyone else.

you're not alright. you have a tell.

aren't you tired of it all?

all you're good for is running.

i've been looking for you for a long time.

i've never met someone like me before.

i'm what you made me.

the more you try to forget me, the more you become down to me.

do you think i was born cruel? i was made this way.

i wasn't built to be a caretaker.

am i awake? is it you?

why do you have to be a martyr?

i always hoped i'd heard from you.

why can't you just be honest?

i don't know how to live with this.

we've both done hard things to survive. that's human.

i can help you through it, if you let me.

i know more ghosts than living people.

i can't recognize you anymore.

you ruined me. i hate you.

i was afraid of how much i loved you.

reincarnate. become something else, something braver.

i wish you had stayed. even when it was hard.

[mournfulroses]

J. M. Grosvalet, from her book titled "Sugar Spells," originally published in 2025