i was rewatching the quinn/sam interrogation video and when quinn calls out directly to darlin from behind the glass my heart rate hit 121 this guy makes me NERVOUS 💀
I miss Quinn. My fucked up lil white boy. My disaster man. My toxic messiah complex bastard. My bitch boy cult leader. My funky rock metal music man. My orphan turned sociopath. My manipulative little scrangly man. My rebel with a cause to burn down the world. My man who accidently caused wonderworld.
My past design for Quinn has drastically changed from when Erik voiced him to his British ass now (/lovingly), so this is more my old ‘pale emo babygirl edgelord soggy rat boy who thinks he’s hot shit’ Quinn, not GBA’s newly voiced and updated one. Mayhaps I’ll draw Geeb’s Quinn one of these days, once I come up with a solid design :)
Some random soul with a shitty take basically saying with their chest something along the lines of: “Quinn being abusive is bullshit!”
Me: *Remembers Sam saying Quinn isolated Darlin from their loved ones and thus led them to believe he was the only one they needed in their life*🧐
Me: *Remembers that Quinn quite literally took advantage of Darlin at their lowest, weakest point instead of simply not indulging in them in their unstable state, but to be fair… this IS Quinn* 🧐
Me: *Remembers Quinn deliberately attacking their closest friend just to impose even more stress, suffering, and— must i go on?* 🧐
Me: *Remembers Quinn victim-blaming/shaming Darlin for the things that happened between them in their relationship* 🧐
Me: *Remembers what psychologically and emotionally abusive relationships are all too well and also knowing that physical abuse, though incredibly damaging, IS NOT the only form of ABUSE*🧐
Redacted Audio: Quinn/Darlin, at the start of it all
Darlin throws back their head and drains the rest of their beer. A false mimicry of a howl. It sits in their gut but doesn't fill the hole, doesn't sate the hunger.
Slam the bottle down and push off the bar. Stalk towards Quinn where he lounges in the dark upper corner of the club. His easy confidence and arrogant smirk makes their anger flare, their heart race, and they're sick of this game of fox and hound. They want a resolution, a ruin.
Quinn watches them approach, looking up at them through his dark eyelashes and whatever's on their face makes him grin.
"Made up your mind then?" He says low, words shooting straight down their spine.
Quinn doesn’t need an answer, not from this distance where they stand in front of him, he should be able to smell the mix of fight and fuck that's rolling off them in waves.
"Your place or mine?" They ask.
"Mine."
And there's something in the way that he says it. Growled. Like when Darlin pushes their motorcycle’s revs into the red. And there’s something in the way that he looks at them. Hungry.
Something that tells them this is a mistake, they’re going to regret this. But it’s not enough to make them walk away from this bad choice, because when have they ever made a good one?
when sam is healing darlin’ and says the information he learned about quinn, he says that “quinn is pushin’ fifty, and he was turned by old blood”; i assumed that meant that quinn had been a vampire for fifty years, not that he was biologically fifty.
so like, it’s been fifty years since quinn was turned, and that’s why he’s really strong. that’s what i thought sam meant. did he actually mean that he was biologically reaching fifty?
am i being a dumbass abt this, or is it an open to interpretation kind of deal?
(also that would mean quinn and vincent are the same age and that like. freaks me out a little ngl)