Go Farther In Lightness...
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Go Farther In Lightness...
lily winchester . independent supernatural oc . a study in perseverance, compassion, adolescence, and the loss of innocence . mutuals only . est. 2016 . loved by mickey (27, she/her)
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there's no line i wouldn't cross for you. don't you realize that?
a tender glimpse beneath the surface
Oh she'd more than realized it at this point. The fact that he was standing before her once more, in her own time, was proof as such. "Don't you see that's the issue, Anton?" she asked incredulously at his show of devotion. "You're an adult, you can understand the complicated and— quite frankly dangerous nature of time travel; she doesn't!" Lily spoke of his daughter as she was out of earshot. Long past were the days where Lily hoped to meet his daughter someday, after she'd learned of Anton's true nature she'd mournfully let go of the idea as a possibility, but leave it to Anton to figure out how to turn what should be an impossibility into reality. "She's twelve, Anton! How is she... does she even realize that you both traveled through time to be here? What have you even told her?"
i can’t stop, lily. you’ll have to shoot me.
If Lily had any time to ponder, she'd find herself wondering what she'd missed. How the man she loved could manage to turn on her, after the years he spent trying to rebuild her trust in him. Something must've happened; the man in front of her was no longer her husband. He wasn't the man who traveled across time twice in order to be with her, who let her into his daughter's life and allowed her to love her as her own, who stayed at her side as she gave birth to their son. After everything they'd built together, the life and the family they'd made with each other, how was it possible that he could turn on her now in the blink of an eye? Or perhaps the flip of a switch...
A car's horn blares from outside their home: Bea. Lily had forbade her from interfering and instead demanded she collect her younger brother and take him to the car. If I'm not out there in two minutes, start driving, she'd told their daughter after briefly knocking her husband out with the nearest heavy object she could reach. She figured her two minutes must almost be up, both outside the house and within. She watches as her husband begins to stir, pistol pointed steadily in his direction. It's not the first time Lily's put a gun between her and Anton, yet somehow it hurts even more than it did the first time. Lily falters upon hearing his plea, recognizing it to be a fleeting shred of the husband she knew. I can't stop, he pleads, something was making him do this. Could it have been...? No, he'd traveled through time to be here, there should be no way the British Men of Letters could even know this version of him existed, let alone how to find him.
Lily's heart aches to help her husband, to save him from the grips of the organization who groomed him into the weapon he no longer wished to be, the one he apparently still was. She doesn't have time, not in the way that she did the first time she chose to save him, not when protecting their children has to come first, even if that means protecting them from him. Her hesitation betrays her, a brief moment of hope that she could break through whatever brainwashing plagued her husband gone in an instant as he moved to lunge at her again, and the pistol in Lily's hand goes off just as fast. She aimed for the thigh: non-lethal, recoverable in most circumstances, but with the need to make her escape for the sake of their children, Lily didn't stay long enough to find out how accurate her aim was.
this is your reminder emma and her sister talk on the phone every evening and she will put together her hunts with this in mind. @lilyspaintedred
the fact that they have matching bracelets that they made and specifically picked out the string colors that were their favorites and it's the two of them TOGETHER and it's the most important bracelet emma has in her stack and her bracelets are what cover the brand burnt onto her and protect her identity as a monster and so it's her older sister protecting her and i am FERAL about this
she smells like piss to angels bc she wasn’t baptized @holyhitter said so ://///
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hello and happy first official mother’s day to lily winchester turner
antnbvll [...] an independent, medium activity and mutually exclusive writing blog for original character anton bartholomew bevell ( the son of lady toni bevell and arthur ketch ) from cw's supernatural. designed around canon and personal headcanons / part of the hopeverse collection. est. march 2022, revamped may 2025.
nobody: lily at any given moment: my hubsand— my baby— my family—
good morning and happy wedding day to lily winchester and jesse turner @antiturner
THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY DRAFTS: talking to lilly about tfw 3.0 like
jesse and mac have accepted the situation, emma just wants to know if a dna test is available. the consensus was that it's a miracle tfw 3.0 accomplishes anything
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Elle Fanning as Margo Millet MARGO'S GOT MONEY TROUBLES S1, E1 • "The Hungry Ghost"
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Scraped knees hit the ground with a thud as the young girl fought to catch her breath, eyes stung with sweat or tears as she examines her bloodied hands before glancing toward the motionless creature on the ground before her. "Is it... is it dead?" she asks in bewilderment, her mind unwilling to process the possibility that she may have just taken a life.
"I just think it's bullshit that I'm more durable but not bullet proof." Other things got to only be felled by special weapons or having their heads chopped off. Not Amazons though. Emma glanced down at her arm as if its very existence offended her. "I don't even get to heal faster."
"Well, you are still part human," she reminds her sister as she carefully dresses the new wound adorning her arm. "I wouldn't say you don't heal faster, though. I mean, I've seen you walk off hits that would take me weeks to recover from."