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aimedis · 1 month

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tw: talk of qu*nn fox

i saw this fic this one time on ao3 and it had a tag in there that sarcastically mentioned how "strong" darlin' was for beating up quinn while he was locked up in the department cell. like they reallyyyy showed him by hurting him while he was unable to fight back

but like what were they supposed to do, untie him? just talk?? 💀💀 personally, if i was darlin' i would absolutely use him being tied and unable to get away to wreck him. but also darlin' walking away at the end to prove they don't have to deal with him anymore after all of this just shows how emotionally strong they are

also, quinn being unable to fight back is just sooo ironic because it's well known at this point that he typically goes after people who can't fight back against him (whether to hurt someone else or whatever) and now he can't fight back against the two people who most want him to suffer

tldr; darlin' solos ur favs and quinn is a coward

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venuslove-28 · 11 months

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i feel like if you grabbed him by the ankles and shook him fleas would fall off

#i need a new sketchbook bad bad #ive just been reworking old shit sjsj #quinns voice is hot wow i wish british people were real #redacted audio #redacted asmr #redacted audio quinn #redacted asmr quinn #redacted quinn #redacted audio quinn fox #quinn fox #redacted fanart #redacted audio fanart #redacted darlin #redacted audio darlin

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mr-laveau · 6 months

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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.

#redacted asmr quinn #redacted quinn #quinn fox #all these are headcanons for my own Quinn btw #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted fandom #redacted audio quinn

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huxleaf · 2 months

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"If your hands need to break more than trinkets in your room;"

- Quinn

"You can lean on my arm as you break my heart."

- Tank

#ajaxs stuff #redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #blehh #redacted asmr quinn #redacted audio quinn #redacted quinn #redacted asmr tank #redacted audio tank #redacted tank #redacted asmr darlin #redacted audio darlin #redacted darlin

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stupd000 · 2 months

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All Better🤍

CW!:Mentions of injuries, blood, non-consensual turning, descriptions of blood, No Sam here💔

A very shitty drabble I thought of but couldn’t execute correctly, Enjoy!:)

Darlin lays on the ground. Bite marks, and cuts all over their body. Specifically, the one stretching across their back to the middle of their chest. They put their hands flat on the ground, attempting to push themselves up. blood drips from their soaked shirt before they cough, eventually vomiting up a mix of phlegm and blood, making them fall onto their forearm. Before they begin pushing themselves back up, they feel a hard, heavy boot on their back. They didn’t have to look. They know who this was. “Little cheap, don’t you think?” They try to let out a smug laugh before it falls into a cough. “Kicking a dog while it’s down?” They look over their shoulder. Jesus just the sight of him chilled them to the fucking bone. “Well, how else would it learn?” Quinn. Fucking. Fox.

He kicks them in the side. Remember that big cut that was mentioned earlier? Yeah. Right there. “Still can’t win a fair fight?”.

Darlin rolls over, trying to shift. Their body gets bigger but they’re too weak to complete the shift as they shrink back to their normal size. “Oh, I can. This is just much more fun…” He laughs. Darlin, albeit with much effort, wobbles onto their feet. Quinn walks towards them, slowly. At least it felt slow, every step he took felt like an extra heartbeat in their chest. Darlin tries to step forward, but fails. Catching themselves on their right foot. They don’t think they’ve ever been this angry. “Poor mutt. Still mad at me?” Darlin attempts to swing a punch at him, which he promptly dodges.

“So have you decided yet?” Quinn questions, that damned smirk still plastered on his chapped lips. “What..?” Darlin breathes out, still disoriented. “On if you’ll turn or not?” He asks innocently. Darlin doesn’t answer. They just stare. “I’ll take that as a no.” He deadpans. “Don’t worry.” Why can’t they move? “It won’t burden you for much longer.” He grabs hold of their chin. Why aren’t they fighting back? Why can’t they shift to bite or scratch….”I’m going to make it..all better, precious.” Quinn flashes his fangs before biting himself on the wrist, forcing it to Darlin’s mouth. They try to resist but all that comes out are grunts from behind their lips. “Blood for blood. Drink.” They do it. Why the hell are they doing it?! He laughs. He laughs. His fangs are white. Very white,that’s all they see before those fangs sink into their neck. White. They couldn’t hear, they couldn’t see, all they could do was taste their spit in their mouth, the taste of his bitter, thick blood haunting their tongue. Before they can fall into unconsciousness, they hear Quinn’s voice. “I do this because I care, dearest..”

#I don’t like this☹️#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted audios #redacted darlin #redacted asmr tank #redacted asmr darlin #redacted tank #redacted quinn #redacted asmr quinn

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jupiterredolent · 10 months

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BE FOR REAL

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*🧐

And, finally, me: “What the actual fuck…?” 🧐

resume in tags

#redacted asmr darlin #redacted asmr quinn #redacted asmr sam #redacted asmr sam collins #sam collins #redacted sam #redacted darlin #redacted quinn #redacted asmr quinn fox #quinn fox #like COME ON #disclaimer: this is by no means a way to sway anyone for their love for quinn because i mean good boy audios👀#he is #in fact #FICTIONAL

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crysoon · 1 year

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if angel can use psychological damage to pull someone inside an olive garden then they can do it to terminate quinn too

#SEND THAT MF INTO THE FIELD #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redactedasmr #redacted memes #redacted angel #redacted audio angel #redacted asmr angel #redacted quinn #redacted audio quinn #redacted asmr quinn

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strawberryboynoir · 1 year

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OH GOD OH SH*T OH F*CK WAIT--

#redacted quinn #redacted audio #redacted asmr #redacted asmr quinn #redacted audio quinn #redactedverse #i was looking for something else and found this!#idk when this was posted

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redactedgender · 9 months

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question for the more seasoned redacted fans.

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)

#talking dog #redactedverse #redacted audio #redacted asmr #redacted audio quinn #redacted asmr quinn #redacted quinn #redacted audio sam #redacted asmr sam #redacted sam collins #sam collins #quinn fox

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myanettes · 6 months

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Quinn is being mentioned too much for him to not be back idc

#redacted asmr #redacted asmr Quinn

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yeahyeahgrumblegrumbleakasage · 9 months

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Is Olivia Rodrigo's song, Vampire just Darlin' singing about their relationship with Quinn or....

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cheolsfriend · 1 year

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i like liking quinn because no matter how delusional and crazy i become, i know that mf is worse than i am

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hhoneyglasss · 1 year

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enter: TANTALUS

notes: long time no see ! sry i hvn't been posting much, end of the year for school has been a little rough. however, the recent quinn-athon gave me quite a few ideas ! so, this is the one i ended up finishing first, and i also hv a fic that has just sam and quinn during their convo bcuz i wish we could've seen more of it. that should be done soon, hopefully.

i'd like to mention that my interpretation of quinn prior to the quinn-athon was v different than what he actually ended up being like; the same goes for my interpretation of his and darlin's relationship. that interpretation hasn't changed; i'm gonna keep writing him how i've been writing him, although i might add a little more edge.

also him being british... i'm going to ignore that bcuz i'm still in denial. let me grieve.

also also ophelia is darlin's friend that was attacked by quinn (she's mentioned in here twice). there's an artwork of her u can find on my masterlist.

pov: third person omniscient (quinn leaning)

pairings: past romantic relationship w/ darlin'/quinn

word count: 1.3k

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47247202

!! TWs {these begin under the cut} !! severe and graphic gore, self-inflicted injury, and purposeful mental torture. if any of these topics are triggering to u, please proceed with caution or do not interact with this work.

reblogs r v much appreciated !! thank u !! <33

Darlin’ is standing in front of interrogation room 3B, eyes locked on the bolted door. Their living nightmare sits inside of the room, their presence unbeknownst to him—at least for now.

They nod to the guard standing beside them, their fingers wrapping tighter around the long, silver knife in their right hand as he unlocks the door. He pushes it open and nods to them again before stepping away. They enter Quinn’s arena.

Him and his chair are turned towards the one-sided mirror hanging on the opposite wall, but the blindfold around his eyes has him catching their scent instead. A scent so sweet his mouth waters, and his fangs extend ever so slightly, the razor points poking into the flesh of his mouth.

He laughs at their entrance, an awful sound that echoes throughout the wide room. They resist the urge to flinch even as the large metal door slams shut behind them—they stand their ground and take a deep breath before walking towards him.

His arms and legs are bound to the chair with thick metal braces, and white ropes are wrapped around them. Along with the blindfold, another restraint is strapped to his face, a silver grill over his mouth.

It’s a muzzle.

They resist a laugh as they remove the blindfold from his face, the knife now placed on his lap. Their hands wrap around his face before sliding into his hair, and the low groan that falls from his lips vibrates through their fingertips. They untie the cloth, even though they know why it’s there—to prevent him from Trancing them.

But they know he won’t do that, that would be too easy—it takes all the fun out of it if they’re forced to obey him.

Quinn believes it’s much more amusing for them to willingly, and they know this.

They don’t look away when his piercing, silvery eyes meet theirs. They don’t look away when the crimson flecks seem to slice through their skin.

Beneath the muzzle, he smiles at this. Their hands return to the sides of his face and he leans into them, something akin to a purr coming from his throat. He thanks them for letting him see that beautiful face of theirs, and he asks how they’ve gotten more gorgeous since the last time he saw them. They don’t answer.

They move away from him and pick up the knife, both hands clasped around the hilt as they raise it above their head. Quinn remains silent even as they drive the knife towards his skull.

But they stop right before it can pierce bone—he knew they would.

They instead step back and cup the knife’s blade in their left palm. They still stare at him, their gaze cold.

They ask, “Do you remember the night you attacked Ophelia?”

“I do. How could I forget?”

They smile slightly. “Then do you remember when you were pleading for me to stay?”

The smile leaves Quinn’s face, and he doesn’t respond.

Darlin’ places their hands on his neck. “I’ll take your silence as a yes. I remember, Quinn.

“I remember how your arms were wrapped desperately around my waist, and you were sobbing into my stomach. Skin washed red by my blood, and your knees digging into the dirt as you cried and begged for me to run away with you. To leave Ophelia dead and gone in the mud so we could get away from here and everything could go back to the way it was before.”

Their grip on his neck tightens. “You were on your knees and whining for me like a dog.”

They hold onto his muzzle and lower themself in front of him, their face mere inches from him. “Tell me: who’s the mutt now?”

They lean away and place the knife back onto their left palm. They sink the blade in, rich blood pooling in their hand when the skin finally splits. They drop the knife onto the floor, and the clatter of metal against concrete sounds like a gunshot.

As soon as the scent of their blood hits his tongue, Quinn lunges forward, the braces and ropes creaking from his body pushing against them. His teeth are bared now, a deep growl tearing from him.

They lean over him and squeeze their hand into a fist, the blood dripping down onto his jeans and shirt. A drop of their ambrosia hits the bare skin of his palm, and he swears he’s going to crawl out of his own body if it means he can get to it.

Darlin’ lets their blood drip onto him for a few moments more before they smear it on their other hand and cup his face again. They undo the straps of the muzzle and push it to the floor, and a strangled scream leaves Quinn. His breathing is heavy, labored, and sweat drips down his forehead. Darlin’ smiles down at him, and you could almost mistake the look in their eyes for love if you weren’t paying attention.

But Quinn is paying attention, and he knows exactly what that look means.

Fear grips him, yet he doesn’t even try to move away from them. They’ve pulled him into their gravity, and he’s captured in their orbit. He sees the event horizon now as their fingertips trace his features, their eyes finally landing on his lips.

He furrows his brows at their actions, then moans when their fingers enter his mouth, the taste of their blood enough to make his eyes roll back in his head and fall shut. Darlin’ lets him drink until he opens his eyes again, and they move their fingers to grip his fangs.

They kiss the top of his nose once before they smile again, and Quinn finds himself breathless. He plans on asking if he can taste them again, but he doesn’t get the chance when they start to pull on his fangs. Quinn chokes, a gargled sound of surprise, then agony as the roots holding the teeth to his gums begin to snap.

He starts to scream, but Darlin’ doesn’t react as they continue to pull. They pull and pull and pull until the teeth are ripped out, and blood pours onto his shirt. He’s yelling now, but his words are warped from their hands in his mouth.

They toss the detached teeth aside, ignoring the clatter whence they hit the floor. They move to his bottom fangs and begin to tug, the teeth almost immediately giving into their strength, the action easier now that they had practice.

They don’t move away from him, their eyes fixed on his as they watch him writhe in his bindings. He chokes on his own blood, pitiful howls of agony escaping his bloodied mouth, yet he refuses to try to push them away. He instead pulls them closer with what bodily freedom he has left, his neck stretching towards their body as he looks up at them.

They turn from him and he cries, tears falling from his eyes for the first time since that bloody night with Ophelia. Darlin’ walks around the room, their palms pressed against the grey walls and mirror as they stain the paint and glass red.

Quinn’s screams louden as the scent of their heavenly blood presses down on him from all directions, the pressure enough to rip the air from his lungs. Darlin’ walks back towards him and grips his face, forcing him to look up at himself in the blood streaked mirror.

“Maybe you were right–you do look dashing in blood,” they whisper into his ear. He shivers.

They begin towards the door, ignoring his pleads for them to not leave him. Before they grab the handle and step through, they turn to him one final time and repeat the same words he said to them the last time they refused to stay.

“Keep barking, dog. No one will hear you now.”