Vidia's Current Hyperfixations

19, she/her, pan 🏳️‍🌈

[kristal-star]

Ten People You’d Like to Get to Know Better

Thank you @clonethirstingisreal and @unconsciousxreality (not fair I was gonna tag you) for the tags!! ☺️ I’m hella fucking tired from Memorial Day Weekend shifts and just started my technical weekend so what better way to start it than to describe current things in my life.

Last song: I’m technically the “DJ” at my job since I lent my Bluetooth Speaker to the Kitchen. So, I play a lot of random Spotify playlists I don’t know the songs 50% of the time. Spotify is saying it’s “All Time Low” by Jon Bellion, which I know nothing about. The last song I liked was “Dark Side” by SkyDxddy which I would love to draw an Animatic with.

Currently watching: I am currently on a movie binge with my s/o. We are watching the Hobbit Trilogy after finishing Lord of the Rings Trilogy. Also, I been watching him play the new Yoshi game, Yoshi and the Mysterious Book, for the Switch 2!

Current obsession: Tomodachi Life: Living the Dream. EVERYONE IS FALLING FOR CROSSHAIR HELP! Except Mimi and Hunter who IMMEDIATELY hit it off and made the 60$ on the game worth it. They are the only two married with a child.

Currently reading: If we are talking about actual books, then I’m reading Star Wars: Low Red Moon, Star Wars’ Bad Batch: Sanctuary, and refreshing myself of Homer’s The Odyssey before the movie comes out. Sadly; however, I don’t really have much time reading actual books right now. So I been also reading short one shot fanfics/headcanons.

Currently working on: the Star Wars Fanfic I been writing which STILL doesn’t have a name 😅 I need to come up with a name before I post the official first chapter. Also, my Drawing Every Day Challenge. Making lots of fanart of people’s OCs and will post more soon.

Last Google search: “Substitution for Garam Masala”. My job makes tikki masala chicken and it’s probably the most popular item on the menu and we been out of garam masala for weeks. It’s been hell and if another shift lead yells at me for not being able to make it, I will throw hands.

Tags (no pressure lovelies): @boredzum-671 , @hunters-big-fat-dih , @scribblesofshadow , @the-hale-house , @eternal-transcience , @loganpine , @zee-the-twi , @tobyig , @thatfunkyopossum , @imperialsprig

(If you want the tag removed, please let me know, my feelings will not be hurt 😚!)

[the-hale-house]

(Thank you so much for tagging me!)

LAST SONG: Tubthumping by Chumbawumba.

CURRENTLY WATCHING: The Bad Batch. I can't get enough of those guys, especially my sweet Tech.

CURRENT OBSESSION: Star Wars.

CURRENTLY READING: Relic by Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child. So far, it's a fascinating little mystery thriller about a string of murders that happens in a Museum, but the killer doesn't appear to be human...

CURRENTLY WORKING ON: My Bad Batch AU, Smuggler's Route.

LAST GOOGLE SEARCH: The Lovers Tarot meaning. I'm still learning how to read Tarot cards.

TAGS: @tahny-andthe-diamonds @estoniacobaltpayne @scribblesofshadow @neon-junkie @horseshoecrabmom @commander-tech @eclec-tech @imperialsprig @the-tech-turn @onemass

[the-tech-turn]

Thank you for taggjng me! We haven't spoken before, atleast not a lot if we have sk this was a nice surprise!!

LAST SONG: Dashboard by Noah Kahan technically but I purposely played Im Alive from Next to Normal.

CURRENTLY WATCHING: Avatar The Last Airbender!! Haven't seen it before but I've been persuaded to recently. I finshed the first 2 books now I need to start the 3rd.

CURRENT OBSESSION: A mix of The Mandalorian and Avatar. Honorable mention: Searching/destroying a world that doesnt exist videos.

CURRENTLY READING: Im supposed to be reading a comic book my friend let me borrow sooooo...

CURRENTLY WORKING ON: My Starwars ocs. Mainly Valja Covatolas (mando oc) but rn im finishing a design for a rebel oc. I want to begin working on my searching for a world paintings tho.

LAST GOOGLE SEARCH: fanfiction

@eclec-tech @scribblesofshadow @eclec-tech @ezras-left-thumb @akingnotaprincess @cleartragedyidiot

[scribblesofshadow]

TYSM for tagging me @kristal-star @the-hale-house and @the-tech-turn !!! You guys are all so sweet!!

LAST SONG: Pas de Cheval by Panic! at the disco. I haven’t listened to them in months but I remember the last time I did a challenge like this a song by them was my last song too 😅

CURRENTLY WATCHING: casually rewatching avatar the last airbender, and all going back and watching some select episodes of the clone wars. not really deep in anything at the moment. i just need to watch obi wan and the book of boba fett until i have seen all of star wars!

CURRENT OBSESSION: still the bad batch….. but just star wars in general. also just digital art in general. i am enjoying learning about rendering specifically!!

CURRENTLY READING: Ballad of songbirds and snakes! i picked it up earlier this year and just haven’t picked it back up yet…. my goal is to read five books this year and I think I have only read one so far, so I need to lock in (i know these are weak numbers, im not a big reader but i am trying to get better!!)

CURRENTLY WORKING ON: I have two in progress fics, one for @heartbreakinabottle99 and the other for @moonlovefairy, and then i am working on a meet the artist intro page, as well as a TON of stuff for my 1940s/Copacabana Star Wars AU!! I keep teasing an announcement about it but then chickening out. Since I am just starting to learn digital art, some things come out well and others don’t! So I have to redo a lot 😅

LAST GOOGLE SEARCH: “moomin sleep music” a lot of nights I can’t get my brain to turn off, so i like this one specific video of rain sounds and music from the moomin valley animated series-

no pressure tags 💕

@commander-tech @heartbreakinabottle99 @annwayne @ech0e @iwillneverwork @moonlovefairy @ariadtmf

[commander-tech]

Thank you so much for tagging me, @scribblesofshadow and @the-hale-house !!

LAST SONG: "Legendary Lovers" by Katy Perry

CURRENTLY WATCHING: I'm currently watching Star Wars Rebels, next is Andor S2 or Rogue One.

CURRENT OBSESSION: Maul Shadow Lord...I'm so obsessed with this series, I REALLY LOVE THE CHARACTERS, especially Devon, Rylee, Brander, Two-Boots and Vario.

CURRENTLY READING: I'm not reading anything yet, but I will soon read Star Wars: Shadow of Maul.

CURRENTLY WORKING ON: I'm working on my editing stuffs.

LAST GOOGLE SEARCH: Online Stopwatch

NPT: @locitawritings-blog1 @photogirl894 @dragonnnerdd

[dragonnnerdd]

Thanks for tagging me @commander-tech 👍!!

LAST SONG: "Don't Need Nobody" by Ellie Goulding

CURRENTLY WATCHING: I've been rewatching The Clone Wars, and after that, I'm gonna be rewatching The Bad Batch! And I've been watching a really cool dinosaur documentary with @shadowlit-shows (it's called The Dinosaurs, and it's by Steven Spielberg, it's so cool)

CURRENT OBSESSION: Star Wars, but ESPECIALLY Maul. He is my babygirl and it kills me that I can't spend $100 on Maul books and merch 😔

CURRENTLY READING: I've been rereading Wings of Fire (I'm on book 11 right now)! And I'm hoping to get some Maul books this year, so I'll be yapping about those when I get them!

CURRENTLY WORKING ON: I'm working on a bunch of Maul voiceovers, my Jedi Maul AU, and I am working on about three original comic series and a novel!

LAST GOOGLE SEARCH: Cassius Tea Star Wars

No pressure tags!

@deluliaa @whoisaddy @donniesgaptooth @bnuuwitch

[donniesgaptooth]

thanks for the tag! ^^

LAST SONG : BANG BANG by IVE

CURRENTLY WATCHING : star wars rebels! four episodes away from completing it. however i am also watching andor with my dad.

CURRENT OBSESSION : star wars obviously. i have like… a whole wip shelf / shrine dedicated to maul with two figures on it as well as some shirts TvT

CURRENTLY READING : hey so like i don’t read- DONT SHOOT ME DONT SHOOT ME! i do have this tmnt comic i’ve been meaning to read but i also REALLY WANT THE MAUL BOOKS AUGHH SAVE ME!

CURRENTLY WORKING ON : a small lil’ fic / headcanon ask i got about my maul yumeship. maybe yall should check it out psst… ( not forcing )

LAST GOOGLE SEARCH : ‘ is star wars resistance worth watching? ‘ look, i just wanna know if i need to watch it at some point ok?

no pressure tags!

@gmvofficial @computer-puppy @sammyzammy @chizburg3r @ieatgoobers @riseleon @lonely-gay-fool @nat-the-wierdo @breadnbutterplz

[ieatgoobers]

Thank you for the tag!!!!

LAST SONG: Body by Mother Mother

CURRENTLY WATCHING: Haunted Hotel and starting Assassination Classroom

CURRENT OBSESSION: Percy Jackson, I've been speed running the books since Jan, and TADC

CURRENTLY READING: House of Hades and rereading How the War Saved My Life (that shit is so good)

CURRENTLY WORKING ON: Pride bracelets :3

LAST GOOGLE SEARCH: "What episode was it when green befriends purple in AvM" My friend just got my back into AvM and I had to go back to the only episode I remembered

no pressure tags :D

@itsabitweird8 @deux-jee-ode-msm @capaiaque @madscientistfrommars @donniesgaptooth @redwinterhavoc66 @the-canis-major @puppy-boy-jayden and all of my other moots :3

[redwinterhavoc66]

Thanks for tagging me!

Last song: Jax toy-swing remix (I don't support the og maker of the song,I wanna make that clear.)

Currently watching: most of the stuff I've been actively watching is yt videos but I have been watching batman beyond for the millionth time

Current obsession: tumblr. it's the only platform I've really interacted with people online and that I can just be my complete self.

Currently reading: I don't really read anything except x reader oneshots 😅

Currently working on: an art trade

Last Google search: "affogate cookie" for the aforementioned art trade.

no pressure tags💜

@batselfshipinsane @qu1cksc0p3 @thecherry165 @rei0408 @tristanviks-gf @evermore-hearts

[tristanviks-gf]

LAST SONG: I Don't Care If You're Contagious - Pierce The Veil

CURRENTLY WATCHING: Disventure Camp Season 2 (beta version cause remake is trashhh😭😭)

CURRENT OBSESSION: Miitopia (mostly random games on my switch)

CURRENTLY READING: idfk smut on Tumblr & AO3 lol (just read Frankenstein novel though)

CURRENTLY WORKING ON: Tristan x reader fanfic cause uh I'm a loser

LAST GOOGLE SEARCH: homedepot website (😭😭 my mom is making me and my stepbrother run errands lol)

ty for @ing me moot I be bored asf/ y'all ain't gotta reblog if y'all don't want to

@sprunki-lil-dude @stormydraws @battle-for-dyke-island @elvishdemigod @rinssansha

[elvishdemigod]

Thank you for the tag! Nice to wake up to!

Last Song: The mashup of Toxic by Britney Spears x Change (In The House Of Flies) by Deftones, by William Maranci

Currently Watching: I don't really watch a lot of shows, but am on my 15th relisten of Vincent Solaire's playlist from Redacted Audio. And I think that sorta counts as a show. Or, I guess, more akin to a radio play.

Current Obsession: Same as the answer above XD Vincent has taken over my brain chemistry. The selfship virus has infected me hard.

Currently Reading: Between Once Burned by Jeaniene Frost, which I originally started when I had no internet because it was about a vampire prince who has beef with a british vamp guy x electro human, like Vincent, the vampire prince with beef with a british vamp guy, and his listener with electro powers (found the book at a library sale a month before finding him. The library knows all, even the future, apparently, because that's a very specific pairing). But I'm also in a reread of Bite by K. S. Merbeth. Reminds me of Fallout, but if you followed the wacky tale of raiders instead, and they became a sort of found family.

Currently working on: Both some little one shots and two stories, and trying to work on art.

Last Google Search: Looked up an anime called The Unwanted Undead Adventurer, because it looked interesting. Only just found out about it a few minutes ago.

No pressure tags

@grilledcheezy92 @viperx5 @thecherry165 @cherry-blossom-icetea @anotherwatchedninja

[viperx5]

Thanks for the tag @elvishdemigod

last song - pray for you by Jaron Lowenstain. The whole meaning of the song is " i pray that you get hurt "

Currently watching - redacted audio

Current obsession - redacted audio. It in my head and it will not leave.

Currently reading - The Tree dark crown Series. This was the first book i read cover to cover without being told to.

Currently working on - MY redacted audio oc's

Last google search - Series. I COULD NOT SPELL It. Dyslexia is a bitch

( no pressure )Tags

@phoenixflame14 @porters-treasure @moonkissedyaz @h3lektra

[porters-treasure]

ty for the tag, @viperx5!!🩷🩷

last song : monster by smiling jackals (it kind of reminds me of blake and ezekial)

currently watching : crash landing on you (my favorite k-drama)

current obsession : redacted audio (especially porter😼)

currently reading : acotar by sarah j. maas (don't ask, i already regret this)

currently working on : porter x protective!treasure fanfic (i'm lwky halfway through, maybe it'll be posted today or tmrw🥹🙏)

last google search : tumblr💔

taglist (no pressure) : @cudavianka, @elegyaudios, @wilted-rose-posts, @blueberrymuffinpuffin (mb, i realized i said elegy twice😭🙏)

[cudavianka]

hi!! thank you for the tag :))

last song: A Burning Hill by mitski

currently watching: Paralives gameplay (it's looking good, sims can be afraid)

cureent obsession: Expedition 33 (still going strong) and qsmp2

currently reading: "White Nights" by Dostojewski

currently working on: absolutely not saying out of fear of not delivering properly (but it's too many things at once, someone please stop me)

last google search: twitch graf

taglist for those interested or not 😵‍💫 @bochen273 @honeyvespid @blakesbrokenfinger @jacketthief @vidiawinter360 to you all <33

[vidiawinter360]

Aw thank you for the tag <3

Last song: Bone to Bone by Small Fools, a fun medieval/kinda folky band

Currently Watching: Spy x Family, I just finished season three and it was amazing, the slow burn between Yor and Loid is killing me though and I really want to start reading the manga

Current obsession: defiantly redacted audio

Currently Reading: “Men at Arms” by Terry Pratchett, it’s from his Discworld series and I love it!

Currently working on: fanart + headcannons for Asher and Babe

Last google search: Stanley Parable play through, me and my brothers are trying to get through all the ending currently we have finished 36% of the game

[mokozroach]

happy pride month everyoneeee <3333 i loaf you alls <333

[nakedacorn]

Full leathers

Cam(Angel) & David have a night in

The images below the cut are explicitly (though censored) 18+ if you’re not of age and/or uncomfortable with those types of images I don’t suggest looking any further <3 much love

Don’t help him. He’s exactly where he wants to be

Needed to draw cams tats again. Also whining and crying while being overstimulated <3

Shoutout @moonkissedyaz this one goes out to you (o_ _)ﾉ彡☆

[vidiawinter360]

Since I have never done this I thought I post some character designs I made on pic crew along with some headcannons I have

I was originally going to do the whole Shaw Pack but it ended up being kinda long so I will just do two at a time

David Shaw

He is Mexican-American and definitely has an ofrenda in his home with his parents and other departed pack members. I also think he is very gay (I know canonically all characters are bi/pan but I just really see him as gay) and a trans man, he/him pronouns. David is autistic and finds it kinda hard to break his own rules he sets for himself (these rules do not necessarily align with the law though). He and Angel have a natural pool as well as a decent-sized garden that he likes to maintain (btw if you have ever seen the video on tik tok of the guy cuttingn his grass with a syth while shirtless as a good workout I definitely think David does that). Because they have a pool David and angel host the majority of the informal pack events. To wind down I think he like to read (biographies or realistic fiction mostly) or build Lego sets. I also think he and Angel take turn taking care of eachother, Angel will draw him hot baths and massage him after long days, and he will cook them their favorite meal along with a mug of warm tea in the evening when they are stressed. I also think that as the Alpha he is on of the de facto babysitters for the pack, and often he ans Angel will have the pups over to give their parents a break, as a result his house has lots of toys and even a swing set in the backyard so people often ask if he and Angel have kids themselves. David loves hosting though as it soothes his protective instincts when his pack is safe in his home having fun.

Angel

He/him amd also very gay. Black and late diagnosed audhd as a result beat himself up for not being able to do thing that “should” have been easy like keeping his room or locker clean, or maintain a social life. While his grades in school were good he often had periods of burnout where he neglected everything else. Now though he works a the creative director for a makeup company. When stressed he has the tendancy to overwork himself and stay to late, however David is there to coax him home with the promise of warm food and snuggles. Likewise he also helps keep David from overworking himself and even helps him manage the companies social media presence and advertisements. He likes to play around with his look and aesthetic and is very artistic with his hair and makeup especially. Angel definitely did drag in college and still occasionally does a routine for David. To relax he either likes to game or do his latest art project. He definitely experiments with different mediums like clay, paper mache, watercolor, oil paint ect. He has tried to help David cook but like Asher seems to be able to even burn water if its not for ramen. So instead he most of the shopping for the household. At the beginning of the relationship, Angel was a little intimidated by the pack and really stressed about making a good first impression. However he was very happily received by the pack as everyone could see how happy he made David. He and Asher obviously caught on like fire but Angel has made connections with everyone in the pack and they love hosting them as much as David does.

[vidiawinter360]

Vidia!

how about a lil trade:

you give me/us your favourite characters from redacted and one headcanon about them and I give you...i can definetly think of something (will my forever gratitude be enough?)

Your gratitude is definitely enough :) My favorite character is definitely Sam, something about his accent just gets me 🫦, but one headcannon I have about him is that he's autistic and when he first got turned he got very overstimulated by all his enhanced senses and was one of the reasons he refused to drink blood at first. Now he wears soundproof headphones when he's out to help, and Darlin will often shift and kinda be like a living weighted blanket for him when things get to be too much.

[redactahoe]

It is complete!1!!!11

Enjoy the homo’s tm

Tag list:

@righteous-r0de0 @quinncollinsandvega

[cudavianka]

only if you want to...if you were so inclined...

what do you think avior's thought process was when he first realized that he had feelings for starlight

could be just thoughts...or a fic....if you wanted....

- jacketthief

(omg, an honour to receive an ask from my idol. Feel free to steal all the jackets I have if this rant does not meet your expectations)

Oh Avior, you complicated but beautifully minded individual...

It's not easy to describe what he felt, for he was not supposed to feel anything or know it at all. He was a d(a)emon, born of magic and spellsong that sounded similar to a harp being played, a distant sound, gentle and soft. There was no space for things of no importance for him. Think of him as a devoted scientist, his work his only muse.

Starlight was thrown into his Hell by accident, so he should feel guilty. If it weren't for his haste and lack of awareness, they would still go to work the next day, however dull it was. He should be remorseful, especially when after some sense of time passed, and all he got in return, were even more questions than answers. They were a human, magic barely there compared to him, where every single fibre of his astral being thrummed with it. Was he blaming himself? Probably, but he didn't know it was actually called that.

He should be second guessing himself, espefially when their hand touched his for the first time, yet instead of pulling away, they leaned in, fingers squeezing three times, and it didn't make his skin crawl because it was uneven. The mortal didn't care for logic or symmetry he was created with, their core was free and their thoughts were a jumbled mess, and Avior couldn't understand why it wasn't bothering him after the impromptu hand holding like everything else that was out of place. He arrived for perfection, every step calculated, every decision made with purpose. His fundamental trait, the base of his existence, was left in shambles, and instead of hating it, he thrived amongst the rubble and ruin.

He should be confused. Never before he experienced something remotely close to this, though being an inchoate allowed him to gain a better insight on various emotions, his feeding never falling into a routine. He wanted to learn about the nuances of shock, rage, and happiness. In his years spent outside of Aria, he tried his luck and got a taste of whatever he could find and learned that despite being initially sweet, the aftertaste of desire left him sour and unsatisfied, quick to grow hungry again.

In Hell, he didn't need to feed, his magic always coursed steadily through his whole being, powers never growing weak. He was not hungry, he was not in any need or wish to taste more, but his mind screamed at him to get that more, target of his conflicted thoughts sleeping soundly in the space they dared to call their own, keeping his mind raging. He didn't need to sleep, but judging how peaceful they seemed in the state of u consciousness, he began to consider doing the same, just to get the grasp the idea behind it. He made fun of their constant questions and comments, their penchant for learning never stopping, but in the end, he was absolutely the same. And suddenly, instead of wanting to know more about the whole world, the desire began to circle around something much smaller yet of the same importance.

The longer they talked, the more the puzzle pieces of what looked like an abstract began to fall into the right places, sight presented with something that finally started to make sense.

The long conversations they had felt like the sweet taste of whipped cream on their coffee, sprinkle of cinnamon adding a bit of a spice to it. Their touch on his shoulders sent fireworks down his spine, just like the ones that lit up the night sky at the New Year's, loud explosions matching his speeding heartbeat. The kiss, first one he has ever gotten, felt like the warmth that emanated from their core as they told him about their favourite book they read, tone excited like a wag of dog's tail upon beinf petted, words tender like their lips against his own. Excitement, he understood later, as he pushed himself against them for more, a different type of hunger suddenly clouding his logical brain. But not for the feelings, yet for the thrill that made his breath hitch and the torture of being stuck turned into an afterthought.

Their embrace felt like the sun gathering the world into its arms, warm and gentle upon rising on a spring day, their head on his chest late at what they considered night, a steady and pleasant weight of a day well spent, satisfaction bubbling in his ribcage that barely could accommodate the unknown and foreign.

Their body reminded him of the similar sweet scent of a pie freshly baked, which he once caught a whiff of as he walked by a bakery, plums and sugar dancing in the air of a cosy looking place. He needn't eat, but even a d(a)emon like him could be swayed into a humane indulgence they called his "sweet treat".

They were his own, their skin like liquid gold, precious and rich whenever he kissed it, clear and vivid images of the most beautiful sunsets behind his closed eyes upon every touch, voice bewitching and making him swoon, perfectly fitting itself with the notes of his own music, core singing the highest notes with ease and grace. Only after meeting them and tasting the full potential of desire, he understood that the aftertaste was not sour, but a full on explosion of overwhelming sweetness, one that only kept him wanting more and more, fill never achieved. For the first time, he was not upset or frustrated by it, instead, he accepted it with a clear mind and arms wide open, be it for another curios question or a simple hug that in his mind, never was just simple.

The love was an enigma because he had never experienced it before, yet he knew exactly what it was. And he was fine with the mystery being unsolved, as long at they were with him to prove that the answer was not needed, not when he had them by his side.

He was a d(a)emon. He shouldn't feel any of the things which he did, emotions only proving useful as a source to survive. He was not of earthy standards and he did not subject to earthly and human laws yet the human made him understand what he brushed off as unnecessary, giving him not only the first hand experience, but also the sensations that finally were right and whole, instead of mismatched and short lived.

He felt what they did on the happiest days of their life, their fond memories turning into his new view of the world he once took as an experiment to conduct and analyse, not a place of wonders.

Especially strong, he felt the pain that almost ripped him in half upon the impact after pushing them out of the Hell, heart turned into nothing, no longer beating, he once again had no reason to keep it. They taught him so many new things and gave them names and reasons behind those. They even proved to him that d(a)emons could bleed, his eyes obscured by the thick red as he blinked, trying to call back to the golden hour of their love, and gentle rise of their chest as the rift closed, a veil of dark fading around his dwindling consciousness.

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is it good enough?

[dollscircus]

Crack ship dreamer x Darlin

[a-dreamer-and-a-believer]

wait a minute wait a minute wait a minute you're cooking here hold on

dreamer isn't rescued by anton during their quinn attack, but by darlin

the incident isn't enough to break their latency, but they stay in touch with darlin and bond over the shared enemy

darlin starts to hunt quinn in true earnest and, feeling frustrated that they cannot help, dreamer seeks out marcus to break their latency

latency broken, dreamer immediately seeks out darlin again, teaming up with them and sam to handle the quinn situation

after all is said and done, darlin asks how the latency was broken, dreamer tells them about marcus, darlin is like "why would you do that to yourself"

and dreamer replies "it was my turn to save you"

and then they KISS-

[dollscircus]

SHUT THE FUCK UP. And it was my turn to save you???? PEAK

Dreamer learning their magic quickly cue cue nightmare comfort so Dreamer takes away Darlin’s nightmares

[a-dreamer-and-a-believer]

and Darlin' low-key making sure that Marcus never sees daylight again 👀

[dollscircus]

Darlin probably: I’m sorry, he made you guys do WHAT in the dream??

[aurorarpresources]

reblog this if you're fine with your mutuals sending you asks unprompted

[nanowatzophina]

IMPERIUM!KING SAMUEL COLLINS ONE CHANCE PLEAAASE

I might like your art of him just a little bit

I meant to draw this AGES ago— buuut. Out of sight out of mind. Only refound this ask while checking my inbox lol.

A Imp!Sam just for u

[physicfox12]

Gross monster who likes soft things

[fxtalisor]

Ahem-

I kinda wanna yap about something I think is important to the audio roleplay community because I have witnessed it yet again, though this can also go out to any artist out there as well, specifically regarding fanart/artist side of things…

POST YOUR BEAUTIFUL ART!!!

I just read a post about someone's biggest fear is doing fanart because of the fear of people's opinions. Don't get it twisted that apprehension is totally valid, as it's kinda a vulnerable thing to put out there at times because of how much you cherish your art; however, the issue was in regard to canon designs. Now, if I understood correctly, it's due to the fear of getting "jumped" in a certain community (iykyk) and due to the fear of creator judgment. Those should not be reasons to hold yourself back from sharing art you want to share!

I'm going to keep this part brief because there are plenty of posts out there surrounding this topic, but in regard to that particular community, it's honestly so upsetting, given the recurring drama that revolves around fanart, because I have never seen anything like that in any other audio roleplay fandom until this one. People should feel welcome to share their thoughts, opinions, and ideas when it comes to character and listener designs... There should not be fear in wanting to share something with a person who supposedly has similar interests.

In regard to creators, who cares if the creator sees it or not? I mean, it's always a bonus if they do, but it shouldn't be the reason that stops you from sharing something you are itching to show off because you're proud of it. I'm just going to use Escaped Audios as an example, but other creators such as Zsakuva, GoodBoyAudios, Scythe Audios, etc, also recognize and strongly encourage fanart. Escaped is pretty active in the community and basically reposts any fanart he finds, mainly because he loves to see them and share them with the community, regardless of how "small" his fandom is, enjoying the fact that there are people who enjoy his content so much that they make silly doodles to full-blown works revolving around his series. It is such an honor for him or rather gives him pride. It doesn't have to be "canon" to be good and appreciated. He has voiced multiple times that he honestly doesn't give a fuck about what people want to draw, it's not his art, and he cannot stop your creative liberty. Whether he likes it or not, it shouldn't matter; he just wants you to make the thing and feel good about it. Even if you were still worried about making sure the character designs are canon, he has been very willing to describe their appearances and pull references from commissioned work, images, and resembling fanart (even going as far as making some fanart designs canon). Don't limit yourself to what the creator could think... and don't think your art is not worthy enough for the creator because they should feel privileged you put the thought in it all!

Anywho, on to the bigger picture.

This isn't the first time to see something like this, as many artists across multiple communities outside of audio roleplay struggle with sharing their art, but let's just focus on this community for now because I'm sure this message still speaks true to many audiences.

I have seen so much asking for permission, hesitation, or even harsh self-criticism in this community regarding posting art. I get it, I was once in that mindset as well, because it is scary to put yourself out there, because art can say so much about you. HOWEVER, it is so liberating when you do it. Don’t put these invisible barriers for yourself, such as: “oh, well, what if no one likes it?” or “what if it's not good enough to post?” and GOD HELP ME IF YOU SAY “But it isn't as good as ‘so-and-so’s' art.” I WILL HARM YOU IF YOU SAY THAT!!!! As someone who has spent literal years developing a personalized art style (as many other artists have), every step is a milestone to be proud of! If you’re proud of it and/or willing to continue to develop it, that is all that matters! Your style is your own, and that is what makes it so unique and beautiful. There is a statement I like to tell myself and will stand by it for the rest of my life, in and out of art– you will always be your worst critic.

It's easy to get in your own head when it comes to sharing your art, but it takes effort to put yourself out there– if you’re one of the people hesitating to hit that post button or just have it sitting in your drafts, POST IT! You truly have nothing to lose because no one else’s opinion but yours should matter! Even if someone does say something shitty instead of something constructive, screw them, who gives a flying shit what they think. It's yours, and you should be proud of it!

Yap sesh over!

[cudavianka]

woooo, headcanons again! (mostly associated with food, I'm hungry now)

[ ] Lasko speaks at least two more languages other than English, come on, that man is a professor. I place my bets on French and I'd say Italian is the second

[ ] Corvus is always up for any new food associated things, but when he once tried a banana smoothie, he was sick to his stomach. He hates the texture (valid)

[ ] but he absolutely loves string cheese. The whole MAAM crew is spending a lot on those to please the demon

[ ] Avior and Starlight would own a dog, a cavalier King Charles spaniel that would lay down with them as Avior reads a book for Starlight on a lazy evening

[ ] Huxley once made Damien a flower crown because of course he knows how to. The sneaky pics are stored in whole friend group's gallery like the national treasure. Damien has no idea about the photos because he fell asleep

[ ] Porter's favourite ice cream flavour is dark chocolate with cherry (bonus points if it has whole cherries in it and not only the syrup)

[ ] Asher cannot eat spice, I think that fits. But he always orders the spicy wings because they are the best and he can handle some tears

[ ] Gavin has a very broad collection of makeup. Glitter eyeshadow, eyeliners, lipsticks, whatever you need or want. So many lipsticks in so many (and different) shades of reds and pinks

[ ] show Corvus a lava lamp and he's gone for the whole day. It's like hypnosis for him

[ ] Avior loves everything hazelnut. Coffee, muffins, chocolate, anything

[ ] he's also a victim of pumpkin spice latte the moment the first leaf turns yellow

[ ] remember that trend back in 2020 or 2021 when people made guns or swords from monster energy cans? Yeah, that was Asher and his redbulls

[ ] if Dear didn't work at D.A.M.N, they would be a lawyer

[ ] Lincoln hates those wavy fries. Curly type is on thin ice, steak fries are meh, the best type are those thin fries and of course extra salty. Theo drank whole glass of water after trying some

[ ] Huxley may be a good cook but he cannot bake for the life of him

[ ] Damien, the opposite. Yes, he can cook, but he loves baking, though he keeps it savoury.

[ ] Lasko had or still has braces

[ ] Porter has silver grillz for his fangs. He had to explain to Treasure that no, silver does not harm the vampires, as he proceeded to cut himself on the knife he was cutting some vegetables for their dinner with (technically, not silver but the colour matches so they still made fun of him.

[ ] Avior loves knitting. He made sweaters, for himself, for Starlight and for their dog. They all match

[ ] Gavin would have dermal piercings on his back dimples

[ ] He also prefers sour over sweet candy. Freelancer is sweet enough for him

[cudavianka]

the past, the present, the end

part 1

ao3 link here

tw: abusive family trope (Sam's backstory taken from canon and "enhanced" for the sake of the story)

no music because if he was suffering in silence then so are we

enjoy??

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part 2

The morning felt like he went back in time, back to his collage years where booze was plenty and hangovers were a problem he never looked back fondly at.

His head was throbbing, and for a moment, he felt human again. Something he wasn't sure whether to cherish or curse, temples aching as if they were being cracked open with a chisel and a hammer, something clearly trying to mould them into a painful realisation of waking up way too late for his liking.

It was day already, judging by the sun spots on the floor, small, patchy rug in the narrow corridor between kitchen and entrance covered with uneven shapes of light. It was crooked for some reason, usually, it didn't get this much of sunshine, no matter how brightly it shone outside.

His head ached too much to think about it. Painkillers first, a habit from the previous life. They would never work, he admitted that shamefully out loud way too many times to way too many people, but he still kept taking them in moments, when reality was not fully settling on his especially sharpened senses. Clinging to the nature of a mortal clearly was winning over the fact that he no longer could be regarded as such. It didn't matter. The stash of ibuprofen was hidden behind the mirror for situations of this and higher importance, on a shelf on his eye level, something he occasionally sighed upon. He hated seeing the eye bags underneath the constantly tired as of late silver eyes, staring right back, almost mocking in his exhausted state.

Life was hectic, and he wished for nothing more than the finish line finally appearing on the horizon. Though all he could see were the muddy imprints of heavy soles on the stairs and in front of the front door. He would clean it up later, looking back at the previous evening when even if he wanted to, he would find no strength to do so. Not when there were more pressing matters on hand, one phone call erasing every single word and gesture that was said and done. Thrown out of the window the moment they picked it up, low voice of a friend delivering the news.

He shuddered when his mind went too deep into the still far too vivid memory of a way too smug face sitting across him, lips forever mutilated because of claws sharper than the words which were spoken that evening, mouth curling up in the most hideous and ugliest copy of a smirk he had ever seen in his already long life.

Shaking his head, he immediately winced, heavy feet carrying him upstairs towards the bathroom, steps placed almost in symmetry to those that were taken there just shy few hours ago. But he couldn't know it.

Not yet, at least.

The hinges of the small cupboard creaked, he made a mental note to oil them later. The slip of white pills cracked when he took out two, looking at the little oval shapes on his palm, before taking them in one go, water drank straight from the tap. Like an animal, he thought, as he wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt upon swallowing. He was better than that, he had manners on usual days, but this was not a regular by any means. A plastic cup with its only purpose for just that was standing next to the two toothbrushes in another one. Old mug, ceramic chipped because of course it would be, he once drank a rather awful coffee out of it, way back in time when they lived alone in the dingy apartment he didn't dare to call "home" at all. It was barely a house, too.

No amount of sugar erased the bitterness, yet the memory was looked back at with fondness his heart didn't know, until he met them. Though, he quickly switched the brand when they weren't looking.

The toothbrush wasn't moved at all, the mirror wasn't stained with the water droplets he usually wiped down after they both got ready in the mornings, the towel was still on the washing machine, untouched, but dry after the shower they took before going to the Department, cold water not doing much to calm their nerves before facing their living nightmare.

He sighed. This meant something was still very off and he missed most of it, simply because he fell asleep. He didn't even need it in the first place, his body no longer falling under the category of physical requirements of a human. But routine dies hard, even if he was technically living without it as long as he lived with it.

He had no idea how right he was. And soon enough, he would start to regret being this observant.

The whole house was quiet, he noticed through the haze of throbbing on both sides of his forehead, vampiric hearing working just a little less than usual. But it didn't change the fact that there was no sound. Not a single creak of the floor, no shuffling of feet, not even the dreaded crack of metal can being open, liquid drank in big gulps. At this time, the empty can should be standing on the kitchen counter, proof of someone's forgetfulness, the only breakfast they could stomach, much to his dismay. There was nothing but the silence slowly creeping up on him in most uncomfortable of ways.

"Darlin'?" his voice was raspy, he cleared his throat, surprised himself at how awful it truly sounded. He slept in, something he shouldn't have done. Not after last night with the emotions still on high heat.

"Darlin'? You here?" no response.

He frowned.

And on the kitchen table, was already waiting a paper note for which he reached far too eagerly, compared to what was written inside, handwriting messier than usual. He didn't even have to read the whole thing, only the "sorry" was enough for him to ring the alarm bell loud enough to wake up the whole city.

The first call went to voicemail. The second one followed right after, just like the next five, before he had to take a long and shaky breath, unable to stand the message of "please try again later". Then he noticed the muddy footprints once more, leading right to the garage. And his blood run colder than on the night when he was turned, when he realised their helmet was still standing next to his, on the usual spot, yet the bike was gone, when he quickly made his way inside, turning the light on.

They left. They said they were "sorry", they left behind the one thing he could force them to wear in order to stay remotely safe, and they weren't picking up the phone.

He was ready to scream.

Giving the call another chance, just because maybe something changed, he banged his fist against the door, when he was faced with the same message once more. As if trying again later would fix the sense of impending doom, his ears ringing, muscles in his fingers spasming with first trembles he couldn't control.

Deep breath. One at least, to calm what was getting out of hand, anxiety spiking, tip sharp and piercing.

His lungs felt like they collapsed when he leaned on the wall, the caller id with name dearest to his undead heart going dark, and the screen turned off. How ironic. He immediately tapped it twice to wake it up again, scrolling down through the contact list, picking the next best shot, begging whoever was there to listen to grant him that wish.

One ring. Then second. Then he took a shaky breath again, fingernails digging into the flesh of his palm, hard enough to draw blood, were he focused enough to notice it. He didn't, not when the third ring went through, and he finally heard the recipient on the other side pick up.

"What's up?" he sounded exasperated, probably busy with something. Maybe pulled away from work, maybe he was on a meeting and Sam was losing his mind over nothing, because the reckless idiot of his mate went straight to do their job, the card a twisted way of them apologising for the prior evening and everything that went down during the so called interrogation. The drowning man will catch anything to pull oneself up and gasp for precious air, and he was no different now, sliding down the garage wall because how his knees buckled underneath him.

"Hey, are…are you at the office?"

Keep it together, Collins.

"Yes. Why?"

"Have you seen…" the word got stuck in his throat. Oh, how much he despised the nickname the others used. Yes, it was fitting. Yes, it was full of endearment, but the one being called that way took it way too hard to their heart, abusing the connotation a few times too many.

"Are they with you?"

"Tank?"

He cringed, sharp teeth biting into his lower lip.

"I texted them to stay home. It's just me and Ash here." The alpha spoke, and his world felt apart.

Quietly. Not with a dramatic bang, not with a thunder that struck and cracked the earth in half. Just the annoying buzzing of a light bulb over his head, casting flickering white in the now empty garage, tire marks still somewhat fresh, right where their bike was stored.

"Sam?"

"Tell me they are with you." he pleaded, voice barely above a whisper, hope clutching on itself when the logical part of his mind kept yelling at him to stop. No amount of pain from his fingernails clawing at his hands helped, no amount of repeated "please" under his nose changed what had already been done.

"What's going on?" David was confused, and so was he because of everything that ever happened, why this again?

"They're gone." poor choice of words, he was already beating himself up for it.

"What do you mean they're gone?"

He clutched the phone in his hand, pressing it against his ear when he felt it slipping. And he was slipping himself too, possibilities and outcomes suddenly turning dark and very much real, very easily.

He knew what could happen. He was a victim of the notion himself. Escape was freeing not only on the physical aspect. When he made the decision to run from his home, starting a life from absolute zero in a new place gave him a sense of euphoria he would never be able to experience if he stayed in Mont Blanc, for however long his mental state would allow him, before deciding on the solution anyway. At sixteen, he felt like he was on top of the world, finally, the master of his own, however small it felt at the moment.

At twenty nine, the freedom ended. But he still remembered the thrill he had, standing on his own feet in front of the road sign with "Welcome To Dahlia" written in the yellow font. Not many things felt better than that.

Right then, while seated on the cold garage floor, his own past was laughing at him with all the rotten teeth visible, vicious karma finally catching up after years of pretending it wasn't there in the first place. How cruel was the last meal the fate offered, first grade cold cut of regret, served with nauseating sweet realisation of failing one that needed it the most, drenched in what only could be described as going mad, worry rising and tipping over what was considered a safe amount to have. He was feeling sick and he hadn't even tasted what he had on his plate. They were gone, just like he was those three decades ago. That's what he got for doing the same to his family.

Was this how his mother felt, when she called for him to get breakfast before school, only to find out that his room was cleaned and empty? Was his father furious? Did he run out of the door and started screaming for him to come back or else? Was his grandmother, the only person in that household who stood by him, upset? Or maybe she understood? It's not like he would know it anyway. The last and only time he saw her, the grave was still fresh, flowers only slightly wilted. The black and white photo somehow managed to capture what he remembered of her, even if now, the face was gone from his memory.

"Their bike isn't here. They don't answer any of my calls, and I found a note saying they're sorry." it sounded like a joke when he said it out loud, but no one was laughing. At least they left a message. He was not that thoughtful.

The string of curses that David spat could have put any sailor to shame.

"When did they go out?"

"I don't know." The hold he had on himself for so long, to keep it steady and together, was suddenly gone, like a flame on a candle. Lit up one second, only to disappear the very next one, when wind blew too hard.

"After you called, I fell asleep. And when I woke up, they weren't here already." close to ripping hair from his head, he closed his eyes, weight of the paper note in his pocket dragging him even lower, to the very bottom of disgust he felt with himself, nausea lumping in the back of his throat in an acidic aftertaste of messing up.

He thought they were both past this. Finally, over the things that were better left behind in the past, talked through enough times to agree on never repeating the same mistakes again. Running felt easy, yes, he understood it, because he did just the same, on far too many occasions. But could he be blamed for hoping when a stable routine was formed after so long?

A feral thing, no matter how well domesticated it seems and acts, will remain feral forever, biting and running at the slightest possibility of danger. He experienced it first hand now, blaming the blindness that grew on him, in the comfortable and almost peaceful life he managed to scrape for them both.

Silence on the line made the bile rise again.

"David?"

"I'm calling Milo to take over the office. Me and Ash will have a look around." The decision sounded more than final.

"I can–" no. No, he couldn't, no matter how much he wanted to do. Limitations of what was supposed to be perfect. Tricking the fate was a godly matter, with hellish consequences written in the smallest font on the pact that was signed with his blood, decision taken away, despite concerning his own life.

"You stay home. In case they come back."

Right. In case they come back.

Somehow, he doubted that. First-hand experience again resurfacing in the least appropriate moment, feeding into the bone-chilling anxiety.

"They can't have gone too far." David still tried to somehow make it better, despite knowing well there was nothing in the world that would fix it, unless they were found. With Quinn pushing their comfort beyond every single point of their established yet still easy to shatter level, with them having to listen to every single thing they did being dug out with all the dirt staining their nails too, it was more than sure to drive them into irrationality both men knew of very well.

"They didn't even put on their helmet." he croaked, voice breaking. It sounded so stupid, compared to how big the initial matter that caused all of this was, but he worried. He always did when it came to the people he cared about. And he cared, more than ever.

He heard the sigh on David's side.

"We'll find them. I promise." was it an empty one? Just to make it better, a lie wrapped up in false hope?

"Keep the phone on yourself, okay? And please stay home." Even if he wasn't his alpha per se, the authority there was enough not to question the words.

The line went flat after that, David ending the call to get into action.

The floor was still cold, and he felt like on that damned night, when stars were none and moon was hidden behind the dark clouds. Everything hurt back then, and his arm barely worked when he tried to lift it, metal piece right in his chest, the nonexistent scar now aching to the point of him squeezing the spot. He sometimes did it when he laid awake in bed, his mate close, breathing steady. He survived and was given a second chance he was determined to use to the fullest, for however long he would have it.

The time was running out like sand through his fingers. Head on collision, though this time, his forehead didn't hit the airbag, and there was no screaming Alexis by his side, or the pooling blood on his jeans, staining his shirt and everything else. His eyes were hazy with tears once more, not from the pain, but from fear for not his life, theirs.

The crash was emotional. Yet it hurt just the same, though painkillers, no matter how strong, wouldn't fix it.

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part 3?

[redactedaudioconfessions]

Um hi yall

So about the incident that happened with the person who put lgbtq+ dni in their bio, I think the reaction is too hateful

Like they clearly stayed that they're religious and from what I've gathered (I could be wrong )they haven't done anything else homophobic except tge thing in their bio

Now ofc what they did isnt exactly right either , and yeah a lot ,if not the majority of the fandom is lgbtq+ but I still don't think they deserve the hate.

Im not justifying homophobia. It's discriminatory and wrong and all people regardless of race, sex, gender, etc deserve rights and freedom to be themselves.

In my religion, were taught that being lgbtq is wrong but that we should still treat them with respect and dignity and keep ourselves distanced if we can..

Im not gonna dump about all of my stuff, but I believe it's wrong but not in an immoral way. I have friends who identify as lgbtq and its simply a thing of believes . Like to me its like for eg if someone is Christian and another is Jewish.In some dominations for eg, someone may believe only someone of their faith can go to heaven, and that what some of the other persons believes are "wrong " but they can still respect and be friends with them even.

So no ofcourse homophobia is wrong but the fact that this person is receiving so much hate and what I've gathered death threats, and even being bullied into deleting their account is ridiculous

.

[grillbro]

i dislike drama but i think this is very. i can't think of a way to describe it.

there's a sense of entitlement when it comes to certain religious people (key word being CERTAIN). they go into a community that has no religious affiliation to it (its magic centric and erik has even said before (i believe in a david audio) that most empowered people aren't religious or practicing a religion) and they expect to be catered to just because they're religious. they go into a predominantly queer space made by a gay man and go 'yeah, just don't be queer around me.' and expect people to respect that. to respect the disrespect.

that's what it is. it's disrespect. they're allowed to be here, absolutely, but the second they try to exclude or discriminate against what makes up the community? that isn't tolerated. we don't have to cater to them.

this might be a bad analogy to make, but think of it as a straight person in a gay bar. they go in, introduce themselves to people, but when they do, they go "if you're gay, don't talk to me." like, you're entitled to build your group of friends and talk with people, but the second you invade a safe space made for us and try to exclude us, we're bound to have problems.

tldr: death threat worthy? no. criticism worthy? absolutely.

sincerely,

a queer redacted fan.

[vidiawinter360]

To add on to this while I agree that this incident is definitely not death threat worthy (idk even death threats were even made since I just blocked the account) but I think it is important to speak up and criticize people when they are being openly homophobic, especially in a queer fandom. This content and fandom was created for and by queer people and homophobic people are not welcome here because it makes it less of a safe space. Kinda like that saying “If you say ‘all are welcome’ to both wolves and sheep, you’re only going to get wolves”. Homophobic people don’t belong in this fandom and while sending death threats is way over the line calling them out and telling them that redacted audios isn’t for them is more than fair.

[cudavianka]

more Solaire AU content!

this time, me and @bochen273 have the pleasure to present "how did the boys meet their listeners". Or at least Porter and Sam, because Vincent gets his own post due to "it's complicated" reasons

enjoy! we certainly did!

previous part

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The usual route from school back home didn't lead through the park, but he was beyond done the noise of the street, honking cars, and his siblings tearing each other about things he couldn't give a single damn about. Turning left, quietly, so they wouldn't notice, he just put on his earphones, cable dangling with every step that seemed to have more energy and pep since he was left alone, and could finally see something different from the blur of red lighst and shining cars. Overstimulation after six hours of non stop classes was enough of a torture for him, taking a walk to clear his head seemed only natural.

What he didn't expect to see on his way, was a person crouched in the middle of the path, head low and eyes, covered by the mess of hair falling down their shoulders, staring at the sidewalk for some reason. Pretending not to notice, he tried to look the other way around and walk past, unbothered and not seeking any trouble unlike his younger brother, but for some reason, he felt a rather familiar pull towards the hunched posture and slightly muddy jeans they wore. He stopped fully, heels dug into the sand.

"What are you staring at?" they almost barked, tone much sharper than what he anticipated.

Realisation of meeting them before dawned upon him after the brief moment during which they turned to him, usually steely and cold eyes slightly softening at his sight. Just for a while, only to face away as quickly as one would pull a hand from under the stream of boiling hot water.

"What are you doing?" he took the earphones out, trying to notice what they were up to, tattered backpack hanging from their shoulder obscuring his view.

"Moving the snails from the road so no one crushes him." they answered in the calmest, most monotonous tone he ever heard, as if they were announcing something obvious. Moving snails to the grass, how could he not think about it? It was so obvious afterall.

He cleared his throat after a moment of silence, understanding that they refused to elaborate.

"You're the one who keeps staring at me at school. And when we stay at our cabin." he crossed his arms, culprit finally caught red handed.

Their cheeks also turned red but that, he couldn't have known from where he stood.

"Your family is too loud."

"Not an excuse to stalk me." they just shrugged their shoulders, returning to the task on hand, ignoring him once more.

He had so many questions about why they were doing it, stalking of course. Whenever he laid down and started reading, he immediately felt the gaze on himself, a pair of curious eyes staring right at him from the bushes opposite their garden, mess of hair on their head sticking through the branches, occasionally paired with the undone laces they didn't bother to tie. At school, they tried to hide it better, but it still was there, following him like a shadow and every time he turned around, they were gone, like a gust of wind.

He sighed. He probably should have stepped away and continue with his walk back home, dinner should be ready soon. He had homework to catch up on and he promised Frederick to draw with him, his pleading expression working its magic.

"Do you need help with that?" he opted to ask instead.

"Why would you do that?" they sounded more than surprised.

"I don't want them crushed either."

"You'll get your hands dirty." they pointed out. They looked weird to say the least, shoes straight up barely holding on, trousers muddy, shirt way too long on them, sleeves rolled up a few times, likely a hand-me-down after older siblings. Just like his were, altough he kept them in better condition in comparison. But theirs looked so mismatched, like a poorly dressed doll. They clearly didn't mind and who was he to judge?

"And?" they just shrugged their shoulders, scooting aside to make space for him. Three slimy snails appeared in front of his feet, making their way towards the grass patch that would be much safer than the sandy path they slowly trudged through.

"What's your name?" they finally asked, more of a mumble under their nose instead of the sharp voice they offered earlier. Quite a change.

"Sam."

"Just Sam?" he rolled his eyes.

"What's yours?"

"Tank."

"You're not serious."

"I don't need you to believe me." they cut the conversation short, standing up suddenly when they've had enough of waiting, scooping the snails up and placing them safely on the grass. They wiped their hands on the green patch, dusted off their knees and turned on him almost immediately, walking away with a stride that could turn into a sprint any moment now.

Tank. More like a scaredy animal

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Everything was annoying him that day and unfortunately, the day was still not over. First the history test he swore to his father he revised for, despite not even opening the book, then he fell during PE right before he could have scored the winning goal for his team during a football match, and finally, he lost the charger to his Nintendo he shouldn't even have right now, smuggled from home after it was taken from him as a result of failing English. He had much better things to do than studying, but no one seemed to care or understand. His island needed to thrive, but apparently, so his marks.

With a frown on his face and the dead Nintendo in his hands, he was too focused on his own misery to notice what was going around, avoiding looking at the older students faces, not wanting to start a argument, his seniors more than happy to fight over anything. He couldn't stop counting the amount of times he was shoved aside or laughed at for no reason at all, until Vincent or Alexis cut it short. He didn't need help, he was already big enough to deal with it on his own. Staring at the tips of his shoes it was, quietly begging the world to be kind for at least a brief moment.

Though, he was not big enough to deal with what happened just then.

"Watch where you are going!" a squeaky, almost panicked scream made him shudder, console immediately hidden in the pocket of his hoodie, head whipped around to find the source of the sound. Like an alerted hare, he straightened up, ready to flee if it was one of the seniors again.

"Me?" he asked, confused, voice cracking and betraying him against his desperate pleas.

"Who else?! I almost dropped my bag, are you blind or something? Can't you see I'm standing right here?" whoever was ripping him a good one for bumping into their back was pissed alright, cheeks already growing red from anger, eyes practically killing him with the way they stared at his suddenly awkward being.

He tried to curl up on himself, this type of yelling a much different thing than what he was used to at home, either from his dad or siblings.

"I..."

"What, you're sorry? Yeah, you would be if I dropped it! Do you know how much it costs? Do you have any idea?!" they were going at him and he genuinely wanted to run away from the scene but his body was frozen on the spot, unable to do anything but blink.

"Idiot." they finally stated, much quieter than previously, and he felt his ears burning from shame.

"I didn't mean to." he whispered, tone turning slightly too high pitched for his liking. His father, he was used to, usually talking back with a force that made the old man give up. Vincent could suck it up, whenever he raised his voice at him, he was throwing hands, Alexis never yelled, not at him anyway, opting to let her anger out on their father, Sam was always quiet and Freddie and Bright were too young to do any harm. But to get screamed at by stranger about something he didn't do on purpose, (something new for him) was a completely different experience. And he didnt know how to feel about it.

"You're lucky then. Otherwise, you'd be in big trouble." they huffed, still annoyed, fixing the bag of a very odd shape, he noticed.

"What's inside?" curiosity took over.

"My violin. Now move, I'm late for music class." they gave him the last glance, from head to toe, making him shudder, eyes wide and staring at their face, before they dissapeared into the crowd of other students.

He was still frozen in place, right in the middle of the corridor, hands gripping the backpack straps for some comfort.

"Something wrong, buddy?" he heard his father's tone, hand squeezing his shoulder when the old man emerged from the head teacher's office, expression far better than Porter expected after a meeting like that. When previous evening, William got the phone call that he needed to come to school, the boy was ready to pack and run away, fearing the worst. He was trying his best, the few "F's" he got surely weren't enough to expel him, right? It couldn't have been that bad.

He just looked at Will, eyes still wide and just a little bit glassy. He blinked a few times, shaking his head in "no".

"What happened?" he saw right through him.

"I don't know." that, made the old man frown in surprise at his son being so...lost all of the sudden.

"I want to join the music class." he mumbled under his nose, making William raise his brow. To hear that Porter was interested in something that did not have a screen or multilayer option, was brand new. And he had no idea where it came from.

"Why the sudden decision, huh?"

"I don't know." but he already was looking after the crowd that began to disperse, back of the head of the person still visible among other people.

"Come on, we can talk at home then." he took his backpack from him as they walked back to his car, Porter' usual whines about school being boring not there, to Will's even bigger surprise. Instead, there was silence. He even buckled up right away, not when he had to be reminded about the seat belts.

"You sure you're okay?" William asked, glancing at the boy through the rear view mirror.

Porter nodded and it was somehow much worse than being ignored or bombarded with words spoken with a speed he couldn't keep up with, there was nothing in between when it came to one of the youngest of the bunch.

But when the boy gave him the Nintendo with a whispered "sorry I took it" he almost slammed on the brakes from pure shock.

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some visuals for Tank and Treasure:

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[cudavianka]

So, you know how vampires can go outside on cloudy or rainy days? And Porter is British, he's from a country that is known for having this type of weather most of the time, vampires surely would thrive there.

He could live a semblance of normal life if he moved back there. Dahlia is in California, I believe the sun and the heat is hard to stand, but he has a very easy option to go back to his previous life, even if only for the sake of feeling human. Minus the missing and broken family of course, but not being shackled to living only in moon light must be a nice perspective.

Well, he could have. If it wasn't for William needing him and probably never letting go of his loyal mutt, blade to rent, slayer to order around.

I yearn for clouds and rain on this way too sunny day >:(