All of these are if the relationship had already been established just fyi, so later in the timeline
-Theo is the lightest sleeper there ever was, thanks to being raised in a house filled with nocturnal people will do that. So most nights to actually get him to sleep, Dreamer will help, even if theyāre a bit scared
-Lincoln loves being able to feed his people, which basically means he makes FAR to much food for every meal and everyone loves him for it (even if Corvus doesnāt need real food)
-They got a dying beta fish, named Bait, that they all take care of and nursed it back to health. That fish lives like a king, weāre talking giant tank with lots to do and living plants. The works
-Corvus learned how to juggle and will do it at any chance, with anything. If he ever drops anything, Lincoln will just catch it
-Dreamer has a collection of old propaganda posters from all over the world, including the gay looking communist ones (if you donāt know what Iām talking about PLEASE look it up)
-Theo was born early, to the point he was in the NICU when his bio-mom passed. So she never got to take him home
-Lincoln letās everyone else in the group do his T-Shot for him because he has shaky ass hands and is not a fan of needles
-Corvus wear turtle-necks year round, not to cover anything up (which he doesnāt need to, it heals to quick) but because he likes how it looks on him
-He also thought they were together romantically much longer than they actually were. He could sense everyoneās feelings for each other and it just made sense!
-The car they use to get everyone places (they canāt always be held at high speeds), is so beat up and covered in stickers. The ones where itās like ādonāt honk Iāll kill us both :3ā, however there is a very common conscience of everyone watching Lincoln shirtless fix the car
-4 different music tastes. Dreamer is Midwest emo, Lincoln is 2000s punk, Theo is k-pop, Corvus is nature sounds or the silence with random metal bar
-Theo wears crop tops all the time in the summer, as heās terrible at keeping his temperature normal so the less clothes the better for him
-Dreamer and Corvus play Roblox together and have matching pfpās of cats Dreamer drew
-All of them have super curly hair, both Theo and Lincoln had to teach Dreamer and Corvus how tf to care for it
-Group smoke sensions with Corvus supervising (is he tho?), which leads to group makeouts, which leads to other activities
-The group chat that has all of them is all āOrgyā which was very embarrassing when Theo was trying to show something to his parents and a message popped up
-There is not a single night where Corvus doesnāt fuck with them by sneezing. He just does it.
NSFW content below the cut mdni thing got heated very quickly
(I maybe regret a little please don't stone me for that :)))
"Oh, f-fuck." The stutter that left his lips as his hips were lifted and slammed back down only made the other man chuckle, free hand brushing back the hair, sweat causing them to stick to his forehead.
"There's that foul mouth." Another thrust caught him off guard, the attention already dwindling, barely focusing on anything but the fiery burn between his legs, chaffing thighs already sore, muscles clenching from waist down below.
"Shhh, cowboy, you're doing so well for meā¦"
Was he?
It started earlier in the day. His car, the truck loved beyond its usefulness, broke down with one last stutter of the engine, spurt of the black smoke leaving his exhaust, and that was it. No amount of turning the key in the ignition changed the outcome. The car was dead.
Sam was good at things. He liked to believe himself as a handyman, teenage years teaching him the hard and honest work that was supposed to straighten his ways and make him a reliable man of the household. Leaking sink? He was on his knees, a wrench in his hand. Broken or loose lock? Screwdriver and few minutes of tinkering and everything was fine. Building a shed from scratch? No sweat.
But knowing anything about the monstrosity under the hood of his car? That, was beyond his mind, nothing left to do but to call a mechanic and tow the machine into his garage. Or maybe to a dump, judging by how old it was.
Said mechanic didn't pick up. When he finally did, after getting bombarded by the impatient and frustrated man, he told him to call in the next week instead, his schedule full. And between ending the call and spewing a string of profane curses out in his porch, a familiar tone over the fence called his name.
"Need a hand?" more than one probably, but he would take the two biceps over his self-pity and wallowing.
But his pride wouldn't let him ask so openly about it.
David was less worried about the pride or offended ego, already opening the gate to his house. Living in the neighbourhood was a useful thing, he had to admit.
"Is there even a point? I think it reached its final moment." he mumbled, arms crossed on his chest when the man took a peek.
He said something, and Sam no longer could pretend he understood or knew what was happening, knowledge lost on him. Black magic, but David seemed more than well versed in the cylinders and whatever else was there.
"I've fixed worse. You have a toolbox or should I go get mine?"
Of course he had one. He was a man of the house.
The sweltering heat was unbearable as he watched him work from the shadow spot near his driveway, gravel crunching underneath David's shoes as he hummed to himself, muscles straining the rolled up sleeves, some grease staining the skin in dark splotches. It's been some time already, and even if he was stubborn enough to fix everything, Sam felt bad.
"You thirsty?"
"Don't trouble yourself. I'm almost finished."
And what did it change? He hated being idle while someone else was working.
Glass of lemonade. Chilled, straight from the fridge given to him with a mumbled and almost shy "here" and David drank it greedily, some of the juice dripping down his chin and onto the shirt, same hand that was just deep in the engine now wiping his mouth, lips pursing and glistening with the drink. Sam took the glass back, his own palm pressing right over when he held it, his own mouth growing dry at the sight, desperate for a drink too.
When he finished, he wiped his arms against his jeans, pleased smile on his face, work done, and car working.
When he turned the key and the old engine roared to life, Sam was inclined to thank him way more than profusely.
That's how they ended up on the ratty couch in the back of his garage. David refused every form of payment Sam offered, saying it was just a neighbourly favour. Sam refused to let him go empty-handed, everything that was forcefully put into his mind as he grew up reeling at the possibility of not returning the gratitude in any way. He was taught better, and he was set on following the order he knew.
Now, David had his hands full of his ass, fingers digging into the flesh, guiding the steady motion into a staccato against his lap, body half sitting as the old springs creaked under their shared weight.
"Taking me so well, who could have thought." The teasing never ended, be it words, fleeting touches that lingered close but not close enough to the heat that emanated from between his thighs, chest heaving as his breath hitched, another depth reached. David only chuckled.
"Maybe we should help each other more often. Southern hospitality starts to grow on me."
Sam only panted, mouth shut close to muffle the obscenities that would surely spew, any smart comments lost on him some time ago, between kisses tinged with saliva, bitterness of the lemon and teeth clashing against each other. Messy, rushed and beyond desperate to get off the heat of outside and into a different, even hotter one.
"Come on, cowboy, let me hear you a little."
The pornographic moan that left his vocal cords would put anybody to shame. His hands moved on their own, placed against David's chest, shirt still on, only few buttons undone to reveal the skin and hair underneath. His nails scraped, not enough to leave a mark, the broad chest more than perfect to scar it.
"Mhm, that's it. That's it." he sped up the pace, just a little, just to catch the man on top of him off guard, body slumping forward, forehead almost hitting the backrest of the sofa, of it wasn't for David's shoulders.
He was big. Muscly big, working out and well eating big, the bulk suiting him like lemonade suits a hot day and Sam has never felt more thirsty in his life, saliva dripping from his mouth as he lapped on the exposed skin, messy and sloppy kisses tracing anything that could have been touched by him, gold of the necklace around David's neck getting in the way, making him whine weakly, mind completely and utterly gone. Empty.
Quiet. Beside the repeated mantra of David, please and too much despite being not enough at the same time.
Strong enough, he picked him up so effortlessly that Sam melted into the touch again, only to ease him down again, burn of the stretch going straight to his shaking legs, muscles cramping. But he still kept going, chasing the high that came from David's endless praise and reassurances that he was doing so good.
"Can feel you getting closer, cowboy. Is the ride too much?"
"Please."
"What do you need, sugar?" the fucker said it on purpose, Sam knew. His mind knew, but it was drowning in the pleasure that began to overflow, every inch and thread of his body on David's mercy.
"P-pleaseā¦p-lease l-let meā¦" he mumbled, every syllable punched out of him, slap of skin against skin making him slowly see stars right in front of his eyes instead high in the sky. He doubted he would even have the strength to look up at this point.
"Of course, cowboy. Show me."
And show he did, untouched cock spurting in uneven twitches, every single one making him whine and moan as David's hand began to gently stroke the tip, fingers turning sticky with the amount that shot out of him, still not stopping.
Overstimulation and one hazy "too much" later, his hands, the same ones who kept making him bounce on him, gently pulled him down, head cradled against the slightly calloused palm, still softer than silk or the cotton on Sam's flannel, hastily taken off and laying somewhere on the ground, torso only in the white undershirt, tank top embracing his own muscly physique.
He was thicker than David, flesh softer around the edges, cosy layer of pudge on his lower stomach not deteriorating the other man who easily manhandled him onto his lap, jeans pulled down in one swift move. If he wasn't floating so high in the clouds, he would wish to be thrown over his shoulder, carried back to the back seat of his truck and be fucked again, until his mouth only could speak his name and brain only focused on the outline that bullied his prostrate with every single hit.
"Shh, I have you." he did, he felt it, with how his arms embraced him gently despite his rough demeanour.
"A real cowboy, huh?" between the strokes against his face and whispers of comfort, David took a look against the garage, his eyes stopping at the hat sticking out of a carton box of things unused, a very characteristic shape making him smirk, devilish plan already forming in his Sam-focused mind.
The man curled up on his chest, breathing shakily and grabbing at him for purchase, eyes closed as he simply nuzzled into the soft of his chest, hummed in agreement, the teasing tone escaping him fully.
-Vegetarian!!!! That man may have made a full turkey for friendsgiving, did he have any of it? No.
-Peanut allergy. In the seventh grade, he accidentally ate some kind of cookie that had them and had to be rushed to the hospital. So he has a very healthy fear of them (bros allergic to nut)
-Chronically ill. Chills. Sore. Nausea. Bruises. He hates it but has come to accept it
-red ghost roots, he and Freelancer did in their apartment bathroom at 2 in the morning
-Cannot stand the smell of gasoline, while heās driving everyone places, someone else is getting out to pump the gas
-Makes earrings and necklaces with Dear, he wears silver, xey wear gold
-two tattoos, a dalhia that the whole has in their color (Damianās is a pinky orange) all on their inner wrist. And a tiny teabag behind his ear that Hux likes to kiss
-ADORES pokopia. Like has spent days just grinding the gameā¦his favorite pokemon is Appletun
-has issues remembering to eat, he will never do it on purpose but likeā¦he has stuff to do
-Some nights, if he and Hux canāt sleep. They go drive down to a creak. Damien will look for crawfish and Huxley finds rocks
-will call Lasko at any opportunity, driving, working, gaming, cooking. He likes to hear his friends talk
-He once tried to learn how to sew, was really bad at it. The only thing he ever finished making was a tiny, star plushie key chain he gave to Gavin (he cried)
-Has a jellycat, itās one of the silly dragon ones he has in purple
-has regular movie nights with the gang. Their latest was Project Hail Mary, the common consensus was Grace could GET IT
-goes to therapy
-is learning new coping skills and is trying his best to stay healthy in all ways
-has a Minecraft world with everyone he knows and loves as cats that sit safely in his house. Gavin the cat once got out and it caused true emotional stress
-every morning, he texts the group chat a picture of the stray dog on the way to work. His name is churro, he is a mutt, he is the dumbest living thing and they all love him
-Okay. Just stick with me. Ginger. No one is that mean and not ginger, however heās the kind of person to dye his hair black but forgets his eye brows
-Very VERY well groomed, got a level of skin care, razors and all the gadgets to rival Vincent and Milo
-adores trinkets of all kinds, shapes and sizes, but his favorites are little crochet animals treasure makes for him (one of which is a little bat, as theyāre his favourite animal)
-has multiple of the adopt-an-animal bracelets things (pls tell me you know what Iām talking about) where he can track them on his phone and see updates, including some sharks and manatees
-When he was first turned, had lots of issues accidently biting his tongue/cheeks/lips to the point where he had to wear a mouth guard
-Had braces when he was a kid, but always got the colors that made his teeth look dead
-really really likes the sappy holiday movies, the ones with the dumb saving the Christmas tree farm, yeah makes him teary eyed
-Still loves bath bombs and fun salts and soaps, itās a small thing that he actually has some love for, him and treasure take baths together when itās not to hot out
-Cannot stand fake British accents, will hit people.
-Is trying really hard to learn how to cook :) like terribly hard (heās really bad but heās trying!!)
-Met Angel in a department store once and was really embarrassed. Angel tried to talk to him and he kinda justā¦backed away
-resting bitch face
-the most obnoxiously loud sneezer ever. He could be in basement and treasure could be on the roof and theyād still hear him
-Had the Artmis II mission live stream on in the background 24/7. Just liked it, no reason why
-was malnourished for such a long time, he now has terrible bones and heart issues. Vampires canāt really die for mortal causes but heās pushing it!
-Constant tired eyes. He can be wide awake and look exhausted
I had an idea... And @chimckenns said do it, so I shall... of Milo Father's Day solstice angst
Ask ye shall receive
The solstice alone made everything feel off, but the fact it landed on Father's Day felt like a cruel joke.
The minute Milo woke up, everything hurt. Every single thing. He didn't even want to move. It took all effort to turn over to bury against Sweetheart's neck, sighing out a long groan.
His eyes refused to stay open, but he could catch glimpses of his mate's visibility fading in and out. The joys of both being Moonboundā¦ at least the two of them could be miserable together.
"We're gonna have to get up eventually," He heard his mate mumble, he huffed a breath in response.
"I don't see how it's necessary," he propped his head on their shoulder, "no one says we have to."
"As much as I'd love to stay in bed," they started getting up but he held on as tight as his body would allow, "we'll both feel better if we get up."
He hated it, he hated how it had some truth to it. When he got the nerve to move, his body screamed at him to quit it and lay down again. Not listening to it, he got to the edge of the bed, dragging his palms down his face.
"You'd think," he let his head droop to the side so he could look over and watch his mate get up, "with how many years that dumbass department has been in business, they'd have at least something to make this shit any easier."
Sweetheart rounded the bed to take his hands to pull him up, "That would mean they'd have to put in effort," they responded with a gentle tug of his hands so he was actually standing.
Yeahā¦ wasn't wrong.
The two of them didn't really bother getting dressed, neither of them felt up to it. And trying to make breakfastā¦ there was a reason for frozen meals to heat up.
Right inside the kitchen, Milo looked over to see the calendar. The words "First Day of Summer" right under "Father's Day." All he could do was glare at the damn thing.
"You okay?"
He heard the voice before he even saw their face. Right... Their magic basically made them a "ghost" of sorts, fading in and out of view.
He shrugged as he sighed, "Yeahā¦ for the most part."
They hugged around his waist from behind, their chin propped against his shoulder, "Doā¦ you want me to make something?"
They couldn't be feeling much better than him, he wasn't about to make them do a damn thing, "Nahā¦ don't bother, could just get something delivered. I'm sure some places deliver this earlyā¦ right?" He knew of a couple of places around Dahlia that were run by empowered peopleā¦ pretty sure he heard how the places would have Sunbound people run the shifts on the solstice to lighten the load and help out.
"That part I can handle," they pressed a kiss to his cheek, "you can go lay down again."
"I can get it, sweetheart, you don't-"
He was promptly silenced with a kiss on the neck this time. And as awful as he felt, that seemed to make him forget that it was the solstice. He took that as a "Shut the fuck up and do as your told" in their own little way.
Lucky for them, he ended up wanting to flop face down onto the couch. One arm off the couch, dangling to the floor, a leg partially off. He looked ā and felt ā like a ragdoll that got tossed to the side.
He could hear his mate tending to Aggro, the cat being the only one bright eyed and bushy tailed. Aggro was so used to one of his cat parents being able to cloak so the cat hardly even reacted to not being able to see them while they gave him his breakfast.
Milo's head felt fuzzy, everything felt like he had a bad stomach bug, and all he wanted to do was sleep the day away. Maybe laying face down would suffocate him to make him pass outā¦ maybe he shouldn't do that.
He lifted his head hearing them coming back into the room, adjusting enough so they could lay down with him.
"Got us something, should be about twenty minutes," they told him, getting comfortable as he held around their waist.
He only hummed a low sound in response, the effort so speak completely gone at the moment. He's dealt with Sunbound solstices all his life but they never get any easier. Every year, a full day of feeling like death warmed over.
"Out of all the days for this to land on," his words muffled against his mate's shoulder, he spoke up after a while, "it just had to be this oneā¦"
They started to sit up, making him pout and hold onto them tighter, mumbling halfhearted complaints. "I'm sitting up so you can lay on me instead, calm down, you big puppy."
"Not a damn puppy," he huffed, still letting them move him so he was face down on their chest instead. Thisā¦ was so much better, honestly.
"If you say so," they mused, lightly scratching their nails over his back, "do you wanna talk about it though?"
"ā¦'bout what?" His brain wasn't exactly working on all cylinders.
"About today."
"Oh." Took him a second, but he connected the dots, shrugging with a sigh. "It's justā¦ I dunno. The whole thing of Father's Day justā¦ pisses me off. 'Cause some do not deserve to be celebrated or whateverā¦"
His mate didn't say anything, only lightly scratched over his back as he vented everything out.
"I've always been a littleā¦ jealous? Enviousā¦? I don't know what the word is, but seeing both David and Ash have such good relationships with their dads justā¦ stung- I know I shouldn't feel like that, but the thought always lingered, y'know? Likeā¦" He sighed, "How'd I get such bad luck in that sense, I guessā¦ it never felt fair. Seeing the two of them hanging out with their dads, laughin', all that shit, and I just had to be there while mine justā¦"
He rolled his eyes, hugging around his mate's waist to hide against them. "I know it's stupid. I know it is. They got the luck of having a couple of good dads meanwhile mine was the shitty one that decided gambling was the way to go in life. Ma was always on his fucking case, trying to convince him in some way to stop but he'd figure out ways to go behind her back. Thinking he could hide the fact that the rent couldn't be paid was such- like how could anyone not see that?? And I know, I know, addictions and all that- but there's gotta be line between that and justā¦ just fuckin'ā¦" He couldn't fight what he was even saying. "I dunnoā¦"
"I can understand it," he looked up when they said something, "it'sā¦ human to see and feel that. There's nothing wrong with feeling that way, butā¦ not doing anything to help that feeling dissipate is the problem. There's going to be people that have it and better relationships with their dads, but don't hold that against them. Especially with ones that you're so close to. David and Ash had better relationships with their fathers, yeah, and I know that yoursā¦" Milo could hear the cringe in their voice as they trailed off for a moment, "butā¦ they're still your friends. Keep remembering that part. That despite that feeling, at the end of the day, they'll still be there for you. And I know you'll always be there for them in the same way."
He lifted his head, looking up at him, then huffed a lazy laugh, "Sometimes I hate when you're right, y'know that?"
"Oh I know."
"Smartassā¦"
He got a light smack to his shoulder for that one, "Get up real quick."
"Whyyyyyā¦"
"Because I got something delivered and it got here, quit your whining or I'll call you a puppy again."
Being the grown ass man that he is, he stuck his tongue out at them, but sat up anyway. Though after doing so, he laid on his side the second they got up.
He was nearly dozed off, a kiss getting him to force himself to blink and open his eyes. "Up."
"What if I don't wanna."
"Be a good boy," oh they're testing their luck, "and get up."
-SHORT!!! I do not wanna hear anything about the pack just being tall. My man is 5ā6. Sweetheart however is like 6ā1 or 6ā in my mind
-This has made Asher and Angel to make some comments on the Y/N and CEO height difference. Milo didnāt know what that meant, Sweetheart did.
-This isnāt technically Miloā¦but Aggro (I donāt know how to spell it) is missing an eye
-Knows how to knit, crochet and can make quilts. His mom taught him when he was in elementary school and it just stuck
-The best gift giver???? Like has lists and ideas of things he think people would like just in his notes up that heāll just give to people at random
-Him and Sweets have matching tattoos, of Miloās dress shoes and sweets favorite pair of boots at there front step
-Hates vegetables. Like will be forced to eat them Have yāall seen those recipes of like hiding beans in my kids mac and cheeseā¦itās the only way
-Takes jeep ducking very seriously, has them on him at all times
-One of his and sweets first real dates was at his old apartment and they just took buzz feed quizzes for hours. His favorite quiz was the āwhat shrimp are you!ā (highly recommend this btw)
-Slammed his head on a corner table when he was a kid and got a really bad concussion that fucked up his speech development as a kid and still screws with him today
-Stomach sleeper
-Is so bad at jeopardy. Like the question could be something he knows everything about but he will still fuck it up. Is good at family feud thoļæ¼ļæ¼
-Canāt stand the smell of rotting food and has a very real and genuine fear of mold
these are just some interpretations of what I think some characters look like in the Redactedverse
Avior I just saw as a regular demon (i couldn't figure out an outfit of his bear with me) but I just thought he should have longer hair since he's been in the pocket space for a while (even though he said time doesn't REALLY go by? Idk thought it looked nice)
Hush gave me the vibe of minimal (t-shirt and jeans, some tears bc of his past fights) along with a somewhat fashionable trench coat over the shoulders lol, also jellyfish cut bc I said so āØ, gloves added also to hide markings to at least KIND OF blend in with the crowd (he doesn't pay attention to his eyes, Doc reminding him RJNIUFKJMFO)
Asher with him oooo, I kept seeing A LOT of people see him as a skater/punk and I couldn't stop thinking about it š little slits in eyebrows, piercings, and his lil scar resulting in his younger years, but he embraces that part of him, undercut with a ponytail just suits him idk why AGHHH
Blake (this is BEFORE D'deridahn) was pretty obvious (for me at least), hot topic emo, ofc he doesn't wear this to work, tones it down so he doesn't get easily recognized in public, hairpin that's given to Closenit members he wears occasionally, and 100% he's the sappy type to have a locket necklace with a pic of Bestie and him inside (each picture on each side of the locket so he can imagine them kissing) rarely cuts his hair, too busy with focusing on his Bestie's life ofc, at least that's what he tells himself
I MIGHT do more designs since this has me in a chokehold, but I also did these ones cuz I'm most invested in their stories ig?? We'll see (+ working on some OTHER personal projects so this was a fun side thing)
Reacted boys/mates and whether or not they smoke weed
Tw: substances such as marijuana, cigarettes & alcohol ļæ¼
David: He tried smoking ONCE in high school with Ash but it made him so anxious to the point he wonāt touch the stuff. Does drink Gabeās favorite whiskey on special occasions, on his and Angels wedding night I could see him pouring a glass.
Angel: has tried it a few times, not the biggest fun but the image of them and Ash smoking and vibing together in the hot tub together is something I can see them doing.
Asher: this manā¦.yea stoner. Heās the reason stereotypes exist, as he has blue hair, pronouns and smokes. Seeing him as very mellow and actually calming down for once. I donāt really see him drinking at all, maybe every once in a while but not often. (He does call it the devils lettuce which pisses of Darlinā) Vapes.
Babe: Wine mom (gender neutral) thatās all. Does sit down with Asher while he smokes but wonāt do anything else. I have an inkling that their job drug tests people regularly (hc them as a ER nurse) so they wouldnāt even if they wanted too
Milo: This could go two ways in my head, Milo taking an edible to calm tf down from life. The more logical part says I hate Colm and he ruined anything for him. So more accurately, he might hand roll a cigar or cigarettes for occasions but nothing more than that.
Sweetheart: Hasnāt tried it, has no real want to. They like having a full and solid mind to make choices with and donāt want anything to limit that at all.
Sam: doesā¦how does this work for vamps? Like Iām pretty sure it was said at some point that they canāt take pain killers cause of the metabolism but does that apply to other substances?? Before he turned would sit out in the back of someone truck and smoke
Darlinā: I feel like thereās a pretty common consensus that they would and have smoked but feels more like they would be more of a gummy person now. Used to smoke cigarettes a lot more but has weened themselves off (Sam doesnāt like the smell)
Lincoln living in student accommodation during the academic year.
Lincoln needing to pack his things up every summer. Usually he crashes out in motels and youth shelters. Sometimes heāll couch surf with kind enough unempowered strangers. More than once, heās slept in his car. Anythingās better than going āhomeā. Even nothing is better than that.
The MAAM Gang find out about that. They tell Lincoln that he can go to them anytime. Lincoln tells them itās kind of them, and heāll think about it. He doesnāt bring it up again, certain theyāll forget about it ā about him ā before long.
Corvus invites him to another amusement park, just the four of them. Lincoln agrees, because how could he not? Theo picks up Lincoln first, letting him hide his bag in the back without a word about it. Dreamer gets in, and they head out. Corvus is going to meet them there.
They have a good time. They always do.
Soon, the day ends. They all head back to McKinley after the sun has already set. Even Corvus gets in the car.
Theo doesnāt drop Dreamer off. And he doesnāt take Lincoln to the motel either. Instead, he just drives straight back to his place.
Before he can ask questions, Dreamerās grabbing his hidden bag and hauling it out the car with them.
āGet a move on, Lincoln!ā they say with their signature grin. āDayās still young.ā
Theo is unlocking his door, smirking. Corvus is staring unabashedly. They all know Lincoln, and knew he found it hardest to say no to Dreamer.
Next thing he knew, he was waking up well past noon on Theoās couch after the impromptu sleepover (that the Gang would never tell him was planned from before the beginning).
By the time Theo had to take Dreamer back home, it was dark again. Lincoln tagged along. Heād try the motel again, see if they had a room spare again.
But Dreamer invited him in. Their sister was going to come over the next day, and they needed all the help they could get, getting the place ready and the food cooked.
Next thing he knew, it was 2am and he was being ushered into Dreamerās spare room as they insisted it was no trouble at all. It was the least they could do for all his help getting it tidy.
He was almost certain that Dreamer would want him out of the way when their sister came over. Heād met her a few times, but barely enough time to hold half a conversation.
Dreamer told him not to start being stupid now, and that they had already gotten the green light that Lincoln could join the siblings for a dinner. It was the least they could do after all his help cooking half of it.
Next thing he knew, he was waking up on day four of staying at Dreamerās place. Heād have to leave soon though. They wouldnāt want him in their space for long.
And then Theo called. Heād never been good at the back-end production side of the SMC, and he was having some issues with the new software Kayla wanted to introduce next year. Lincoln didnāt know how much help he could be, but Theo asked for it, so heād try his best.
Next thing he knew, it was well after dark, and Theo was offering to let him stay the night, maybe even give his clothes a wash. Lincoln didnāt want to intrude. Theo insisted, especially since heād already snuck Lincolnās clothes out of his bag and into the washing machine. Sneaky bird.
Next thing he knew, applications were open for next yearās student accommodation. And because he hadnāt spent every penny heād saved on motels, he could actually afford a decent one. One that didnāt kick him out every summer.
Next thing he knew, Dreamer, Theo and Corvus were helping him move in to the flat, after months of not having his own place.
But somehow he didnāt crave the solitude he used to.
They celebrated with another of the now-frequent MAAM Gang Sleepovers. And Lincoln could finally be the host.
the damihux pill. you can take up to one billion a day
short notes
now i have their āāfinalāā designs down
drawing huxleyās locs was difficult but very quickly became my new favourite subject
damien has an anti-eyebrow piercing. he would
he also has ear piercings because heās a gay dude from a homophobic single mother ofc his ears are pierced donāt ask me stupid questions
dames is average height hux is just giant
huxās hands are huge and calloused by the way
second photoās a reference to the lasko date bonus audio iykyk but itās one of my fav moments of these two ever i had to include it
requested by @grillbro kalen dude itās been approximately three decades due to external forces at play against me but alas damihux will prevail. i hope u enjoy these as much as i enjoyed drawing them
Like the main reason for this idea is in my brain, both David and Damien look REALLY similar.
Like both at around 5ā11-6ā1 in my head, with tattoos, and have that like tank top and shorts even if itās below 0 with the RBF like you just killed their dog. There also the part that both of them are my favorites which means they are mixed black and nativeā¦
Image it, like people saying hi to David while heās downtown on a date with Angel and having no idea who that was cause they thought he was Dames. Or like a pack member STARING at Damien in class cause he looks a bit too much like a certain Alphaā¦.
The only different in my mind is Damien hair is much shorter and dyed red and David has traditionally braids most the time
Okay listen guys. I think we need to cool it a little bit with the March Redactness, okay?
It's obviously completely fine to advocate for Vincent and telling people that Sam already won and that you want to see a new winner. But I think some take this a tiny little bit too far and take it too seriously.
It's one thing to root for your fave or argue that Vincent deserve to win, but it's another thing to suddenly develop seething hatred for a character for being liked..
Or worse, antagonizing people for earnestly voting their favorite character in the "choose your favorite character"-poll...
Just to be clear. All of my favorites were eliminated in round 1 and 2. I like Sam and Vincent about equally and I voted for Vincent because I think he deserves it more. But if Sam ends up winning a second time because he was a fan favorite back then and still is a fan favorite to this day, it's not the end of the world for the poll to reflect that. That's kinda what it's for.
Anyway, go root for Vincent but PLEASE do not give Erik yet another reason to never do this again, after he has already made it really really clear that there absolutely won't be a reward for the winner anymore, specifically to make this a silly fun game that wouldn't start a war.
may i ask for literally any amount of thoughts or headcanons on polymaam, if you have any to spare? :>
(a/n: all the poly!! *backflips off of a table*)
so many people with so many hidden pasts, to the point where it's paramount, if not absolutely necessary, to only focus on the present
late night studying / editing sessions. light turning honey-hued and canicular as it filters through cheap blackout curtains ("who would have thought such a bargain would turn into such a bust?" - theo)
corvus immediately catching on to each of the others' increasing exhaustive states, calling them out until a throw pillow gets lovingly chucked at his face
lincoln lovingly taking theo and dreamer by the shoulders and pulling them away from manuscripts that have been scribbled over to oblivion
he settles the two of them on the floor, on a plush area rug that they had all just gone shopping for to put in dreamer's apartment
corvus is eager to participate in a human-centered bedtime routine, causing him to stand dazedly in front of the microwave with a jug of milk in hand
when hearing that warm milk isn't a necessity, he huffs, more than a little disappointed. but he eventually joins the pile
dreamer with corvus behind them, tail thumping contendly against the hinge of their knee.
theo behind corvus, lincoln in front of dreamer
lincoln ever so slightly exerting his powers until everyone's autonomic nervous system relinquishes
