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lovely had to physically restrain vincent from the timothee chalamet lookalike contest in nyc

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you sleep with deku the first time out of some combination of apathy and boredom only to have him fuck you so good you lay staring in the dark afterwards while he snores

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gay vampire ex situationship rivalry u will always be famous

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more gentlemen thoughts 🫧❄️

gentleman! katsuki, who cooks for you. who acts annoyed when he does it, but who’s heart feels warm when he sees you enjoy it. who insists you lay your head on his chest, his shoulder or his muscular biceps, loving the way your body goes slack with tiredness when you’re against him. who facetimes you every night and makes sure you’re not paused so he can see your face. who tells you he loves you right before drifting off.

gentleman! shouto, who enjoys reading to you. who shares with you little excerpts of poetry and stories that make him think of you. who was never really a fan of love songs of matching accessories until he fell in love with you. who randomly texts you photos of things that make him think of you. who holds your hair back when your sick or drunk. who takes your hand and twirls you around so he can admire how beautiful you are.

gentleman! izuku, who is a sucker for back hugs. who presses kisses all over your neck and underneath your ear, whispering you a good morning and staying glued there. who feels comfortable enough with you to ramble on about what he loves, getting flustered when he realizes how much of a nerd he’s sounding like. who kisses your scars or your birthmarks. who loves to show you off, whether its to his friends, family, students, or anyone he knows. who’s loved ones know about you merely because of how often he brings you up.

gentleman! eijiro, who loves to pick you up, whether thats princess style or throwing you over his shoulder. who is a mountain of a man, but is so gentle and so clingy towards you. who always sends you selfies of him pre and post workout, oblivious to the pink it paints on your face. who loves long drives with you, your feet on the dashboard while you both sing along to whatever’s on the radio. who turns it up when he knows its a song you love. who is such a good driver its actually sexy.

gentleman! denki, who knows your coffee order better than you do. who will pull all-nighters with you, staying up and making sure you’re not alone. who loves to tickle you and acts like a baby when you tickle him back. who likes carrying you on his back and shoulders, doing dumb shit together. who lets you sit between his legs while he plays video games on the floor. who makes you his profile picture on instagram, and who makes his gamertag your birthday. who is really good with younger cousins and siblings, it makes your heart flutter.

gentleman! hitoshi, who wears your scrunchies, your hoodies and your big t shirts when he misses you. whose clothes are mostly at your house, in your bedroom on your bed. who won’t even think about going to sleep until your comfortable, and even then likes to watch you to ease his own anxieties. who is really good with validating your emotions, easing your worries and comforting you through sadness, since he’s had so much himself. who has the deepest voice when he’s tired, dragging out his y’s when he’s talking to you. who loves to lazily kiss you good morning and goodnight.

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I love drawing Izuku’s arms — like please give me a headlock 😄😄😄

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go white boy goooo

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this blog hates donald trump

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Vincent breaking down after leaving the clan:

Darlin: Oh, don't cry Vincent: I'm such an idiot Darlin: No...there, there Vincent: I miss my dad- Darlin: Oh, that's deeper than I want to go

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me 2 years ago discovering redacted audio

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“They don't need to accept you—“

Well James! The Meridian fried Asset and did not accept them…so now what do we do?

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I think about the fact that Damien and FL were supposed to end up together a lot

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My Top Damien Quotes

i want him to chuck a water bottle at me ♥︎

“You are a person that is overflowing with love to give, and that is not too much, that is fucking beautiful.”

“I’m not going to get mad, I just want to know who did this to you.”

“My fire is a part of me.”

“I can do good. That’s all I want to do. I want to help.”

“Now who whimpers?”

“Well if you four would stop teasing me, I could stop doing my best impression of a furnace.”

“I have never felt more flaccid in my entire life.”

“Oh, he thinks I’m funny when I’m mad? Huxley has no idea what I look like when I’m mad.”

“C’mon nature boy, let’s get natural.”

“Handsome man [he’s saying this with a :3 on his face you can’t convince me otherwise]”

“Huxley, I need you.”

“I want all this anger to mean something.”

“I can walk.”

“You’re always so gentle with me. With everything. I-I’m not used to that.”

“Body like yours needs a little worship, you know?”

“Yeah. I’m fine… I’m freaking out.”

“A-are you gonna serve, or what? [he’s too busy gawking at Huxley’s muscles to realise he’s holding the ball himself, not Hux]”

“The rolls aren’t aerodynamic enough. I can’t get enough speed behind them.”

“Huxley seems to think threats are a way I express love.”

“Who. Was. It?”

“I’ve gotten pretty good at screaming at walls.”

“You remember that positive outlook when you’re ripping out your happy trail trying to get dried cum out of it.”

“I spent a lot of nights thinking about all the stuff this body of yours could do.”

“Hey. I don’t just care about it as a morally wrong action for the sake of it. I care about you. You’re my friend. A good one. And my friend is hurting, and I can do something about it, so I’m going to.”

“You are the person I choose. And I’m so fucking grateful that you’ve chosen me.”

“He [Huxley] does make it hard to get mad at him, even when he is doing something asinine. It’s like trying to stay mad at a puppy. Just doesn’t feel right.”

“The bear’s cute… For the record though, you’re the only teddy bear I need.”

“I’m made of tough stuff too Hux… and I like it rough…”

“All I can think about is worshipping this incredible body of yours.”

“It’s all yours.”

“God I love how big your hands are.”

“I don’t whimper [proceeds to whimper]… only with you.”

“Pick me up. Turn us around. Press me into the wall. And fuck me.”

“Yeah we’ll see how great you think I look when I set your hair on fire.”

“Just because I usually want you to top, doesn’t mean I don’t love your ass.”

“I wanna feel every fucking inch of this monster.”

“Ugh I laid down on your cum and I’m pretty sure we’re glued together now.”

“All mine huh?”

“Huxley. Fuck me. I wanna cum with your cock buried inside me all the way to the base.”

“I’ll trade you goofballs.”

“Cute glasses.”

Honourable Mentions (Non-Canon)

“I’ve had friends before. I’ve never had a friend that I felt as close to as I do to you.”

“You feel good. Except your hair’s trying to go up my nose.”

“Fuck. God, you drive me crazy with just a touch. Just a look, honestly.”

“Now gimme.”

“If you wanna know which one I’d prefer, ask me. Directly.”

“Do you think this is what they meant when they say ‘Light a fire under your ass’?”

“Yes, I’d say my fire likes you very much.”

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More Poly!D.A.M.N (?)

Or platonic. Take them as you please. Some of these are purely just platonic in my eyes but WHO AM I TO SAY?

-> Imagine AFAB Freelancer with period cramps using Damien as a heatpad. He’s just half asleep and reading while Freelancer is snoring their ass off, cuddling him.

-> Freelancer and Lasko are the Ricky Montgomery Stan’s out of all of the Redacted characters (Maybe the exception of Elliott) so imagine them belting out ‘black fins’ or ‘line without a hook’, hell, if you know Ricky’s old band, The Honeysuckles, ‘out like a light’

-> Huxley combing through Laskos curls. They’re damp, soaked, and straighten slightly with each brush through Laskos hair just to bounce back up. Rubbing and massaging oils and conditioners into the locs :3

-> Damien and Lasko cuddling. That’s it. They’ve both had long days. Ignorant people can drain the life out of out, it’s true. Lasko tucking his head into Damien’s chest as they lay one the bed, Damien’s legs around Laskos waist.

-> Ohhh nothing just. Gavin doing Dears skincare since they’ve been so demotivated. Kissing Dear all over as he runs them a bath and holds them, telling them that he and their partners will take care of them. Huxley making popcorn and Freelancer finding a movie for all of them to watch.

-> Freelancer piercing Damien’s Septum—And then Gavin convinced Lasko to let Freelancer do his helix. One of them shed a few tears. The other definitely has piercings in other places.

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highkey need a new David or Milo comfort audio cuz a ‘friend’ just said I’d never make it working in my future career (the mental health field) because im such a bitch 😃

like um how does one respond??

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NEVER get into online discourse with Damien. I know that man has insane handling in those. Trust he’d send an essay-long-hyper-specific reply—while also simultaneously cursing out your bloodline in the most unconventional way known to man.

Have to sit back and ponder life choices after that bad of a boil 😭

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the last thing sam did before leaving Mont Blanc was rock his baby sister (no older then 2-3 months) to sleep, an extra good bye and per cation as to make sure he made as little noise possible.

19 something years later the department announces the new DAMN freshman class, those same brown eyes he had before his turning and his last name sat staring at him again.

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@porters-fangs had a wonderful idea about Porter and Treasure during Halloween, and with their permission, I decided to make a thumbnail and fic to go along with it :)

You can find their post here (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

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“You?”

The tone was enough to have Porter’s lip threatening to curl, but instead, he offered a sardonic smile in response to the other’s shock.

“Yes, Vincent. Is it truly that surprising that a vampire would take advantage of such an eventful evening?” 

Vincent didn’t respond, still gaping like a child that was told no for the first time, somehow running Porter’s nerves more than if he’d been his usual frustrating self. Flicking his gaze over toward Sam once he’d had his fill of Vincent’s mug, he was met with a much less dramatic sight. The furrow in the man’s brow was enough for Porter to understand that he was also somewhat shocked at his decision, the sigh of exasperation that wished to escape forced down. 

“This, of all the acts I’ve committed, is what makes you both lose all sense of decorum? Really?”

Sam cleared his throat, he and Vincent meeting eyes before offering a response. 

“It just doesn’t seem like somethin’ you’d be all that interested in. That's all.” 

Porter supposed the man had a point, as he could care less for the holiday itself. It just gave people an excuse to drink beyond their limits and crowd the streets as if they’d never seen a pavement before. What had once been a night to feed without the worry of being caught had long since lost its charm. He was neither a newborn nor desperate for blood—images of a certain human smiling up at him with playful eyes much more appealing. 

His lips threatened to curl again, though this time, it was for a much more pleasant reason. 

He had half a mind to let it happen, but Sam’s voice pierced his thoughts, and Porter didn’t miss the shit-eating grin that affected the other’s tone. 

“It isn’t somethin’ you’re interested in.” 

Porter rolled his neck, unamused at the other’s ability to read expressions as if they were pages in a book. “Gold star, Samuel. Are you sure you’re a vampire and not a telepath?” 

Sam didn’t take the bait, instead continuing as he leaned back in his chair, the foot that had once been wiggling against his opposite knee now still. 

“You’re going for them, aren’t you? How precious.”

Porter would have hissed at his teasing if not for Vincent who seemed to still be piecing together what Sam was implying.  

“Them?” he repeated curiously, attention moving back and forth between the two. Porter and Sam watched him come to the conclusion himself, the latter much more amused once he finally reached it. “Them! You’re celebrating Halloween because of that human, aren’t you?” 

Having reached his limit of humoring his clan members, he moved toward the door in the blink of an eye, the vibration in his pocket perfectly timed for his departure. He pulled the phone out of his pocket and waved it in farewell, making sure the name on the screen was visible to confirm their assumptions. 

“Happy Halloween…may it be as sweet for you as it will for me,” he said with a smile that was all teeth, escaping before he could hear a response. 

There were much more important matters to attend to.

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Treasure’s apartment door was unlocked when he arrived. 

Odd, but they had mentioned how a family friend was going to be assisting them with their costume. They had insisted on going big this year, explaining how they always wished to do so but how plans often fell through. The reason for why plans fell through was left unsaid, but Porter knew by the half smile they wore when talking about it that it no doubt had something to do with their former friend group. Refusing to allow them to move backward, he’d held them close, lips brushing against their temple as he told them he’d await their costume with bated breath. 

Treasure’s flustered smile and promise that it’d be worth the wait had caused his anger to fade, replaced with adoration and admiration. 

A treasure, indeed. 

Slipping into their apartment, he locked the door behind him, the key he’d been given tucked safely away in his inner jacket pocket. He carried it wherever he went, unsure if it was a bad habit or part of his routine now. Regardless, it felt comforting, in a way. To have a place where he was actually wanted. 

“Treasure?” he called, not wanting to startle them with his arrival. He heard shuffling from their bedroom and a soft shit, after what sounded like a particularly hard thump. Chuckling, he moved toward the door, knocking gently. “The point of me announcing my presence was so you didn’t hurt yourself, you know,” he teased, the thump against the door causing his smile to grow. 

“Asshole,” they huffed, but the smile they wore was too audible for it to be an insult. 

“Heard that. How cru—” he paused as the door opened, words dying in his throat. His smile faded, eyes going wide at the sight of them. 

“You were supposed to,” Treasure replied with a grin, flashing fangs at him that made his stomach churn. 

“You…” he tried again, but the words felt almost stuck, driving him toward what felt like suffocation.

“Figured I’d be a vampire this year,” they said with a shy chuckle, looking down at their outfit before meeting his gaze expectantly. “Very on brand, don’t you think? The makeup was the hardest part but I think it pulls everything together well.”

Porter didn’t answer, too distracted by the heterochromatic contacts that smothered their eye color entirely. His brain struggled to remember what they looked like with anything other than red and grey eyes, the sight of them bordering on uncanny. The fight to correct what felt so wrong was lost, his focus shifting back to the point of their fangs and the fake blood that slipped down their face, past their chin, and toward their collarbone. 

Following the rusty brown-colored trail, his hands reached for them, pulling them close to inspect their neck to be sure he wasn’t truly seeing what he thought he was. 

The realization it was no doubt effect make-up didn’t ease the panic in his chest, the scarring and falsely raised skin all too real in appearance. Too marred and bruised: not at all gentle like he always was with them. 

Not needing to imagine how painful it would have been if it were real, he closed his eyes, burying his face into their neck to hide the pitiful dear-in-the-headlights expression he no doubt wore. Every beat of their racing heart helped bring him back from the delusions and borderline terror that took over his every thought. 

Treasure was still human. 

Treasure was still alive, breathing and running their hands through his hair patiently while he attempted to pull himself together.  

And yet, seeing them in such a state had only reinforced how easily that could change. Fragility is part of human nature no matter how much it terrified him to acknowledge. 

“Hey,” Treasure whispered, “If you aren’t feeling great, we don’t have to do this,” they promised, considerate as always and managing to silence the turmoil raging away within him. “We can just stay here and—”

“No,” Porter assured, clearing his throat. He felt awful, for more reasons than one, forcing a smile onto his lips and raising his head. He wrapped his arms around them as usual, “Let’s have fun tonight. It would be a waste for you to not show off how gorgeous you look,” he whispered, hating that it wasn’t a lie. They shouldn’t look so beautiful this way.

Not when they looked so much like him. 

Treasure warmed against him, putting every fear and nerve to rest as he held them closer.

“You think so?” they murmured, scanning over his expression skeptically. “I’m not used to being so dressed up…if it looks awful—” 

“Quite the contrary,” Porter said with an attempt at a chuckle. “It’s so perfect that I’m beside myself on how to even go about beginning to compliment you.” 

Treasure hummed, hands clasped together and resting against the back of his neck now. “You could show it instead,” they offered, Porter pushing the air from his nose and moving so his forehead rested against their own. “Only if you want to,” they added quickly. 

“Careful what you ask for,” he spoke with a teasing drawl, already imagining how he’d rid them of the make-up, the costume, and everything else that caused conflict within him. He wanted to see them: their warm eyes and smooth skin.

But a selfish part of him that he'd begun to despise also wondered what it would be like to have them at his side forever...to have them be the first he wanted for what he'd once believed was a rather bleak eternity.

“We still have a long night ahead of us…I’ll be more than happy to show you exactly what I think of this look once we return.” 

Treasure nodded, clearing their throat as they backed away, using one hand to fan themself while the other rested on their hip. 

“Deal. So…where should we go first?” 

Porter listened as they rambled, listing off the various places they’d researched all for the sake of a good night. And a good night, it was, especially when they removed the contacts because they were drying out their eyes, revealing the color he'd been hoping to see all evening.  And when they went to fetch a late-night bite (a pun Treasure was extremely proud of, much to Porter's resignation), the fangs were removed, Treasure grumbling about how troublesome they were when they attempted to eat. 

It was made all the better when he and Treasure shared a much-needed shower, slipping into bed together as he followed through on the promise he'd made to them earlier in the evening. 

"Thanks...for humoring me," Treasure had murmured while buried into his neck, regaining their breath and slipping into a restful sleep in his arms. 

Porter remained awake even when he felt his lids grow heavy, silver eyes glued where the gruesome bite mark that had made him sick was now replaced with one he’d given them at their request. 

A mark that would never bring them pain or terror—only pleasure and the promise of his protection from a fate like his own.