#isaac collins

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The taste still lingers. The smell of earth and grass when you sleep. What will it bring?

Sometimes being revived by copious amounts of Hesperidean Cider means you gain an echo of a mountain’s vitality and start seeing her in your dreams. You know. Normal stuff

[conniesmlb]

dugout rituals

[maikelgarcia]

tex @ kcr | 06.09.26

[nightofsnarkshadows]

i have a country named after me

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[axel4hero]

Mark’s brother and my MC's future brother in law: Isaac 👏

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I've gotta get Isaac some more friends. Gently holds her out in my hands. Would anybody's ocs like to be friends with a polite but boyishly awkward enthusiastic young man* who is filled with childlike awe and wonder at all the strange things in the Neath

(*he's got some gender things going on he's not aware of. 🫵 your guy could help to crack his egg. If you want)

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I'm thinking about Isaac and how he is, fundamentally, not the same man who died. Cups didn't bring that man back to life, it created a new life in his body. Isaac may look the same, laugh the same, but she is not the brother that Francis grew up with, the father who Josie lost. She has none of those memories. And yet- she is haunted by that man. She is defined by him. Not just in the way Francis perceives her, but in the way her body remembers. She is strangled by guilt for actions she didn't take, grief for relationships that weren't hers, anxiety over fears she doesn't have. There is a dead man weighing down her heart. And she can't be him. She doesn't want to be him. But he will always be a part of her