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Damien @ the Freelancer at any point in time.

Seriously, FL is generally a very soft being and Dames just gets angry on their behalf - I love -

Even if it comes to the little things.

... Not Damien being violently protective when someone is vaguely rude to FL.

(this is also a redraw of the meme I did with my best friend)

~ Dari

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D.A.M.N Boys Sleeping Head-Canons

Head Canons for the Damn boys both individually and as a poly couple. Not in any order :)      

Damien: 

The best boy to cuddle with when it gets cold

But that means he’s not the most fun to sleep next to durning the hot months. 

Your AC bill is crazy high in the summer to balance out his body heat

But he makes up for it in the winter

Either way there aren’t a lot of blankets on your bed

He prefers to be big spoon

He isn’t a very deep sleeper, so anytime you get out of bed he walks up too. 

He will 100% use this to guilt trip you into coming back to bed instead of working too late

“I know you didn’t just try to sneak out of bed to finish that essay. It’s not due for another three days, come back to bed.”

Rises with the sun. Out of bed at ungodly hours, even on the weekends. 

On the plus side, he’ll usually make you breakfast since he’s always up first. 

Even if it’s just something simple like pouring an extra cup of coffee or just a slice of toast, he always has something for you. 

Huxley: 

If Damien is a big spoon, then Huxley is the whole bowl. 

This man wraps his entire body around yours until you are in your own person cocoon. 

He’s also a deep sleeper

I really hope you don’t have to get up at night. 

If he isn’t lying on top of you, then he has you pulled onto his chest like his own personal weighted blanket. 

Speaking of blankets, your bed is absolutely covered in them. 

Most of them end up on the floor by morning, but they’re there nonetheless. 

Huxley is perfect cuddle temperature. He’s warm enough to help lull you to sleep, but not too hot to make you uncomfortable. 

He snores sometimes, but it’s a very light snore that sounds odd from someone of his size. 

He’s basically your personal teddy bear, and you’re certainly not complaining. 

Lasko: 

He talks in his sleep.

Poor Lasko can’t even catch a break in his sleep

What he’s talking about varies.

Sometimes it’s snippets of whatever he’s dreaming about. Other times it's left over rambles of what he was working on that day.

Occasionally you can have full conversations while he’s asleep.

He absolutely loves being little spoon. 

However he tosses a little more than the others, so you probably won’t wake up in the same position you fell asleep in

He’s the perfect middle temperature, he doesn’t run hot or cold, so cuddles year round are no problem-o

He enjoys you running your hands through his hair or just having you scratch his scalp. He’s one of his favorite things, plus it helps him calm down

He will gladly return the favor any time you let him

He doesn’t snore, but if he’s in a really deep sleep, you can feel the air in the room slightly shift with every breath he takes. 

Gavin: 

Well we all know Gavin’s favorite way to get you into bed… but it’s not what this is about. 

He loves just absolutely draping himself across you

He will refuse to let go to let you out of bed

Wrapping his arms around you is just one of his favorite things to do

He technically doesn’t really need sleep, but he still likes to do it because he gets to hold you and it’s a great way to wind down

On the nights when he's awake and you're not hell just lie in bed and hold you while watching you

He spends the whole night thinking about how lucky he is and how he never thought he would feel loved like this 

His favorite way to wake you up is with kisses all over your face until you’re eventually kissing him back

Definitely not a bad way to greet the morning 

Poly: 

So you’re gonna need a bigger bed

The five of you definitely aren’t going to fit in a normal bed, but that’s alright. 

There’s this weird balance of no blankets and too many blankets all at once

Lasko is using about 8 blankets but Damien doesn’t have any

The order of how you all lie in bed changes every night. 

In the winter, Damien sleeps in the middle with you on lasko next, and Hux and Gavin on the outside

If Hux is lying in the middle, he pulls everyone on top of him.

Lasko is worried everyone is accidentally going to smother Hux, but Hux is very adamant about being able to handle it. 

Damien usually sleeps on the edge because he doesn’t want to wake anyone when he gets up in the morning. 

Gavin is usually able to drag him back to bed for an extra half hour, but Damien seems to have a personal issue with sleeping in

Next to get out of bed is Lasko, just because he likes to help with breakfast. And it means he's in charge of coffee. 

Everyone got him one of those nice espresso machines for a gift one year so now he can drink the fancy drinks he likes

He’ll make a fun drink for anyone who wants one, but if classic is more your style Damien makes just a normal pot too

Thats all! Thanks for reading!! 

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I missed drawing Hux so here - the beeg boi

Also, not FL being a menace just to see him flustered

Honestly, you’d think he’s a fire elemental from how hot he blushes

~ Dari

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BEEG BUFF BOI (1/2)

Here he is, in all is glory - complete with letterman and low cut shirts!

Handsome, ain’t he?

I was influenced by the lovely @catella-ars​‘s interpretation of Huxley and seeing their art made me picture him like this, so most, if not all design credits go to them!!

Though some aspects are different? Not sure if there is that big of a change but I’d still like to credit them nonetheless. The only super big change I can think of is his hair and freckles? (Not sure about the color palette thing.)

Now that I think about it, I’m kinda making fanart of fanart... My head hurts.

Headcanons!

Lives in tanks and billowy shirts, doesn’t like to feel restricted so his clothes are light weight. Lots of work out gear, probably would walk around without a shirt somedays if he could. Wears his hair up more often than not.

Actually doesn’t like shopping all that much because since he’s big and tall, it can be a little difficult to find clothes that aren’t too tight. Also sensory thing that makes him sensitive to textures, therefore he won’t wear something if he doesn’t like how it feels on his skin.

We know Hux is chill af but hearing his voice change is enough for us to know how he is when he’s upset, since he’s so go with the flow, he doesn’t get mad much and we thank the skies for that. He’s... A lil intimidating.

He also has freckles, but they’re a little more subtle and with his darker skin tone; you gotta be closer to him to see properly. (you can zoom in to see it)

Oh! His hair was styled into locs before he came to the academy, he finds having them done so is easier for him to maintain and keep up and out of the way while attending D.A.M.N. Will probably comb it out after graduation and it will be glorious.

Notes:  Huxley’s image in my brain had the biggest change of the D.A.M.N. boys tbh, I was actually gonna make him a full on surfer dude. Like, blond hair, super tan, etc. I swapped him over to darker hair. But then I saw Arsenal’s interpretation and BAM. I actually chose his color palette after seeing some very lovely pictures of trees that I took on a road trip to California in 2018? So I picked some colors from that and kinda went wild.

Oh, and if I draw any members of his team, say like Xavier/Zavier or however his name is spelt - I’ll probably be putting them in the letterman! I’m not really sure about the whole... School colors thing so I’ll just keep it black and white!

Once more, give Arsenal all the love for designing such a beautiful boi.

Next up is Dami!!

~ Dari

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Fiery and fierce, here’s Damien!!

I... Might have uh, pulled an Avatar: The Last Airbender and made him Asian because... Fire elemental... Fire bender.

It is also a bit self indulgent because I am of East Asian descent - but anyhow -

Headcanons Away!:

So Damien is fashionable as fuck, he’s usually dressed real well and has a generally rather simple look. He knows what looks good and pairs well with his appearance, even if he’s in comfort wear - he dresses well. Actually on trend and kinda picky about branding because he also likes to support smaller chains. His style is modern, minimalistic and simple. But you can bet he does not skimp on the outfits he wears. (hence why he’s wearing so many different looks here)

This part of his life came from his mother showing him how to dress and it helps people take him more seriously. If other’s are going to trash on him for who he is, the best thing is to show them that he can not only do better but look better. She’s influenced him so much he wears a watch given to her only for special events. (not pictured)

He wears glasses only in class only really indoors or on a day he doesn’t feel like putting in his contacts. Of which he usually wears when he’s attending classes or not wanting the bulk of them when he’s running around. (as seen above)

He’s once forgotten both contacts and glasses in a rush once and just spent the day looking like he’s glaring at everyone, much to FL’s worry. (see the top image)

Oh! The eyebrow slits are fashion statement from his teenage years. He went through a bit of an emo phase but kept the look because he liked the slight edginess. (all drawings apply)

It also added to the intimidation of his resting bitch face and got most people to just leave him alone... There is also a remnant of that phase in his angry face. (see the bottom right)

Notes: Dami actually had a somewhat different hair style but I decided to draw him with this once because I already had plans for other characters with the fauxhawk look. I thought it’d better suit his look. His design still remained very close to the original one I’d first pictured and I’m still real happy how it came out. He is also somewhat inspired by Eugene Lee Yang, though more loosely.

On another note, I’ll probably be drawing him in more looks in the future! So many things would look good on him.

Any of y’all spot the running theme yet?

Elliot is up next!

~ Dari

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Even Here

Imperium AU - A mirror plane that changes what we know and love of the Redactedverse; which is thoroughly dragged into the shadows.

Pairing(s): Imperium Gavin / Vindemiator X GN! Reader

Summary: Sleep is hard to come by, even though he didn't need it... It was more necessary when he could not feed as much as he liked. His proverbial demons followed him even in his waking hours and Vindemiator did not want to give them the satisfaction of following him to rest... Maybe a certain cutie would lay them to rest tonight.

A/N: A small, more reassuring, piece after that whole thing? Set after they’ve been accepted into the academy as a safe space. (Also, about to watch the newest vid on Patreon... I’m terrified.)

Warning(s): Paranoia. Suggestive. Slightly possessive behavior.

His body felt like it was rubbed raw, eyes staring through the slits of the blinds into the raining streets of Dahlia. There was again the thrum of anxiety swirling in the pits of his head, reminding him again to check if the door is locked. If the wards in place were enough. If the freelancer was still breathing...

He needed to look.

Lifting his aching, heavy body from the plush chair, he does it again.

Door is latched.

Bolted.

Locked, deadbolted.

The stopper below it is wedged where he saw it last.

Echoes of magic of his own making, wards painting the edges of the door.

Of the one window.

Of the bedroom door.

Though not as strong as he liked, it was enough against any human.

Vindemiator paused quietly at the bedroom, just to stare at the wood - at the grain and mahogany colored stain.

Him.

A powerful demon.

An incubus with the ability to befall buildings.

Scared of such awful, disgusting, deplorable, bigoted humans...

Ones of which he could easily have disposed of.

He scowled to himself.

The door swung inwards and he looked to the bed.

It was relatively large, meant for two.

Since the sweet little cutie had called him as their's in the face of the academy, they agreed to allow him sanctuary. Hearing himself be claimed in such a manner would have been revolting, like being snapped with a chain and ball. Held prisoner yet again with only playing for the sake of survival.

Well, if it had been anyone else.

You were something of a different story.

So apologetic in your repose, away from prying eyes and ears - that it was the only thing that came to your mind to allow you to somewhat shield him.

Something, in his, believed, long dead heart warmed at your protectiveness.

There you laid, curled in knit blankets.

Eyes opened and bleary, but unsurprised to see him awake.

"Couldn't fall asleep?"

Slowly, rose onto an arm - propping yourself up.

"Or... Didn't want to?"

Your tone was all too knowing and his chest gave a squeeze at that despite the irritation. He huffed quietly through his nose and he cut his eyes aside to stare at the door again. Anything to pull away from the vulnerable doe eyes fixed on him.

"Go back to sleep, cutie." Vindemiator almost ordered, about to shut the door.

The gentle feeling of fondness swept over him, from you, he felt pillowed in the show of affection - no matter how surprising it was for him. Borne out of worry, showing such kindness that he believed to be all but lost, even towards someone like him - that had to expose you to the ugliest parts of himself.

You lifted the blanket.

"Come here, Vin...."

He contemplated the offer only for a moment.

Sit in the cold, empty living room?

Or rest in your open arms and welcoming warmth?

Vindemiator pensively shut the door behind him as he made his way inside, twisting the lock twice for safe measure. Magic thrummed from the ward like a reminder, ringing through even as he made is way to your side.

Your fingers, delicate and warm, slide through his and with a small tug - he slid in beside you.

Soaking in the comfort your presence brings, seeping into his skin and taking in the scent of your soap. The contact was so gentle and kind, so utterly comforting as he breathed in.

Almost like a drug.

He could get addicted to it.

"... Are you hungry?" You mumble, squeezing his hand and carefully setting it on your hip.

The incubus stopped at that, searching your still slightly drowsy face for any hesitation.

None.

Only trust.

A soft understanding that he needs to grow stronger.

How naïve could you be?

How could you so easily believe that he would not bring harm to you?

Don't you know that such kindness in world like this is weakness?

That you couldn’t afford to show such....

Warmth?

It's mere existence was something he wanted to greedily hoard, saving a pocket only for himself.

Maybe it's why he withdrew sometimes, unable to properly understand why you handle him so delicately. A light seeping through despite an all-consuming darkness that filled the deepest reaches of his skull.

It wasn't quite healthy.

He knew this.

But it was all much too much.

"Vin?"

He leaned in.

The scent of your shampoo buzzing at the end of his nerves, enough to make him smile.

"You want me to tire you out?" He coyly asked, squeezing your hip. "I can if you want."

A sharp, twist of arousal rung through you - enough to give him to snack on as he pressed closer. Fingers pressing and sliding a top you, peering down at your endearingly sleep-mussed appearance.

You blinked only once, hands slipping over his shoulders, then behind his neck. Nails scratching at the base of his skull, soothing, causing a low purr to rumble from him.

"I asked if you were hungry..." Though clearly revved, how your legs lift and set on his hips. "I'm also asking what you want."

Vindemiator exhaled sharply, his body shuddering slightly.

So thoughtful.

He leaned down, soft, plump lips gracing lingering smooches along your jaw and neck.

Quietly, he thought, sucking softly at the prone skin - listening to your breaths that grow heavy. The heat off you growing with passing second, fingers running over his head.

What did he want?

He huffed and bit down, quietly laughing to himself at the whine he received in return.

Hands warm and calloused slipped under your sleep shirt, squeezing and groping as he mumbled against the skin, "I want you, cutie..."

You gasp.

Such a sweet sound it was.

Filling his belly and his energy like no other person has for years.

As he prepared himself to make you fall to pieces, ready to pull you both to ecstasy... The words you spoke sent him higher and higher upon cloud nine, higher than this world could ever hope to reach.

"You already have me."

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Gavin, My Beloved

I will now gift y'all with my heart and slight projection. Oh and soft Gav and FL, clearly.

I've got the Patreon audio and I didn't look at the Youtube thumbnail/title so I didn't expect the confession and aughhhhh!!!

I am in LOVE with how Erik went about this, I’m sobbing.

~ Dari

There was a rippling sense of euphoria once the morning light touched, bathing the room in a glow that is only barely able to mask the one radiating from the aura inside. It etched a warmth to bathe in, swaddling Gavin in a soothingly comforting wash of feelings.

From his edges to the center of his core, he felt it.

Though his eyes were not yet open, a blanket could not match the feeling curling under his skin. Wrapping around his ribs like vines - heartstrings pulling and shifting alongside each other.

No knots to be felt.

"I know you're awake."

He couldn't help but smile, huffing laugh through his nose. Thoroughly enjoying the pull of arms curling around his shoulders, cheek squished against your sternum.

"Gav," You scolded with no bite, a fluttering beginning in his gut at the nickname "I gotta get up."

Exasperated, not annoyed, more so amused. But also reluctance to remove him or yourself from under him.

"Mmm, but you're such a good pillow, deviant." He mumbled against the skin, peppering a tiny kiss where his lips lie. "You have nothing to do today."

"No," There was a small laugh that vibrated through your chest, your fingers stroking over his head "but I do have to use the restroom."

Gavin moaned in disdain, whining quietly at the prospect of having you slip from his grasp. You hum, gentle and light as you kiss his head.

"I promise, I will be right back."

He sighed at that, but gently lifted his head up to retort

But his breath caught.

Your peer at him, eyes so soft and deep - he could drown in their depths. A smile that pulled at pretty lips that was so sweet and mellow... The way you were looking at him sent a downy feeling cushioning his insides, head spinning in circles at the utter adoration. The sun beams gifting you a glow, bathing you in brilliance like a being to be worshipped.

Even with eyes puffed and lidded from sleep, you were a vision.

"Fuck," He muttered softly, feeling his heart thudding against his ribs as if it'd print itself there.

He really had it bad, didn't he?

Blinking, your brow furrowed in confusion and concern.

"What?"

Gavin doesn't even have time to relish in the squeak that slipped from your lips before it was stifled by his mouth, his arms drawing you into his embrace.

He peppered you in pecks, sweet and long as he mumbled betwixt them, "You're a vision, baby..."

A heat radiates from your face, of which is both precious and amusing. Paired with the adorable pout that only managed to shift into a laugh as he started to blow raspberries onto your skin.

His chest is full.

Like something had finally completed the puzzle.

No more was he just an incubus, nor just the sex machine - he wasn’t just Gavin....

He was your's.

And if you'd have him.... He'd be your's forever.

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Breathless

Imperium AU - A mirror plane that changes what we know and love of the Redactedverse; which is thoroughly dragged into the shadows

Pairing(s): Implied! Imperium Lasko X GN! Reader | Slight! Imperium Gavin / Vindemiator X Reader

Summary: The president of I.A.D. has a moment to himself after seeing the sun.

A/N: ... If inspired me and terrified me enough like Hux's audio - y'all will probably get some obsessed Lasko. Well after I saw the thumbnail; I went; "okay so, he is already terrifying"... Now that I've listened... Here it is and fucking hell.

Warning(s): Spoilers! If y'all aren't on early access, I suggest holding off until the vid drops tomorrow. Obsessive behavior. Implied character violence. Xenophobic beliefs. Lasko is not very nice here.

Lasko didn't expect today to start as it had, from the usual the gloomy rainfall did he get to see the sun again. Though not in its fiery, gaseous, burning glory, but rather in the shimmer of an aura so powerful and blinding. In the beautiful body of a mortal; that took form of a humanborn freelancer.

Flanked by Huxley and arm curled almost protectively around a tall, handsome demon.

The little drop of the sun, with pretty, weary eyes...

Lit the cold walls of his office like no other, flooding it in a warmth and washed over him.

A spark lighting within his core like a match.

His eyes didn't leave your face.

They couldn't stray.

Even while Huxley pried Vindemiator from you, freeing up the space and allowing him to speak with the only person that mattered. Though it meant that he'd have to be kind to such a being; in making sure no more harm came to him.

Seeing you upset put something unpleasant under his skin, crawling through his veins like sludge.

Though he wasn't sure if he enjoyed seeing the fondness, the kindness, you gift to a creature so undeserving. A gentle touch was something the academy was severely lacking, as weak as you might seem to most of the haughty bastards that roam the halls...

True kindness was something only the strong had the luxury of displaying.

"Like a breath of fresh air." He mused to himself, unable to stop smiling.

Lasko held his tongue past that, singing saccharine promises to you in return as long as you do well enough in your courses. That you'd again be able to see that wretched incubus.

You were nervous, so lost, a bit anxious...

Not unlike himself not so long ago.

He is unable to draw breath when he sees the smile that stretched across your lips. The delicate tilting of your head casting your lashes over your eyes so perfectly that he forgoes oxygen just to stare a bit longer.

Gaze fixed as he took in your divinity.

Slightly bowing, you spoke in gracious manner - voice on the air like bells.

"Thank you, sir."

A sharp bolt raced down his spine.

He could feel his ears burn.

It had been long since he'd felt something like this.

Maybe there was some truth in you being the sun... As he felt himself fall helplessly into your orbit.

A comforting warmth like your kindness was clearly a blessing, sent by some sort of power higher than even d(a)emons. Sent to light the drab insides of the academy.

He inhaled again, with scent of rainwater catching his nose.

"Your welcome."

Lasko watched as you lifted your head.

With such a soft expression, he'd first found himself wanting more of it.

More of you.

He felt only this once you were reluctantly dismissed, taking the suns rays with you - he felt cold sitting in his chair. Watching the door where you left from.

His eyes fall upon the edge of his desk, where the edge of something baby blue laid under the ledger he'd offered. Pulling back the book, he sees a handkerchief. The one you wrung for the beginning of the session, one you used to try and mop the rain dripping from your body.

Taking it, his fingers reveled in it's softness.

Wildflowers laid underneath the scent of storm...

It's stitching printed with little birds.

Lasko wondered to himself if your skin was this soft, if you were able to embroider something so cute in such detail. Leaning back in his chair, he pressed it to his mouth - again intaking the soothing smells.

He smiled to himself.

It seemed you'll be seeing Mr. Vindemiator again soon after all...

Staying in your good graces would be beneficial in the long run.

(edit: this is my 69th post y’all.)