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Porter HEADCANNONS (because I fucking forgot about him)
-He loves baths, he has so many bath bombs and bubble soaps
-back when he was alive, he loved bats but he kinda stop after his turning
-After the first time him and Treasure did it, he didn’t sleep afterwards so he could look at them
-He also couldn’t stand the smell or taste of blood when he turned like William
-His mother is from the same town in France as Will
-as a kid he used to have a plush bat, that’s why they were his favorite
-he’s heavily allergic to garlic, Treasure makes fun of this all the time
-he loved DnD, the amount of dice he owned is scary but he sold most of them (Vincent used to make fun of him for it, Vincent now plays it thanks to Lovely)
-He’s a huge fucking simp. HUGE
-Porter, the touch starved dork he is, leans into hugs, his favorite people to hug are Sam and Treasure
-He sees Sam as a shoulder to cry on a lot (he doesn’t actually cry just complains)
-He loves to flirt with the Shaw pack, anyone there, he has tried to get David’s number before and failed. But he does have Ash’s
-More then one person has thought he was an incubus
-He does not like the way he looks, too tall and too skinny (he’s fucking gorgeous)
#porter solaire#treasure redacted#william solaire redacted#redacted asmr#redacted headcanons#Sam Collins redacted#vincent solaire#david shaw#asher talbot
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thinking about treasure hours
thinking about treasure collapsing on the kitchen floor after porter left, clutching their knees and gasping for breath, chest heaving with dry sobs
thinking about treasure convinced that they’d just thrown away the one good thing they’d ever been able to call their own because they care too much, they care too deeply
thinking about treasure picking at their nails until their fingers are bleeding, watching with a numb detachment, feeling porter’s teeth in their neck, porter’s blood on their tongue after they bit down too hard on his lip
thinking about treasure being silent for days, too scared to open their mouth because they’re cursed to ruin things with every word that spills out, even when they just want to help
thinking about treasure wondering whether he’ll ever come back or if he’ll just disappear like everyone else did when they got sick of their anxieties, their insecurities, their need to fix everything around them in hopes it might heal them too
thinking about treasure rehearsing what they might say if he came knocking again, a thousand different apologies running rampant in their mind and not enough strength to utter a single word
thinking about treasure, certain that they’re the reason he’ll never trust again, never open up to anyone the way that he almost did with them
thinking about treasure wishing him the best, sure that they’ll never see him again but praying he’ll find the happiness he deserves, even if it won’t be with them
thinking about treasure
#i’ve been ruminating#and you know what#something in that audio was healing#because i’ve never felt more seen as a person#treasure is me i am treasure we are one#redacted audio#redacted asmr#redactedverse#redacted porter#aster’s moots 🫶#aster yaps#porter solaire#redacted fandom#redacted treasure#redacted listeners#redacted rambles
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make up sex
porter runs. he always runs, but he never comes back. what will happen now that he finally has?
cw: nsfw! smut with plot read the title lol, mentions of a previous argument, some hostile dialogue
authors note: was interesting writing gender neutral smut for the first time but it’s literally not hard so anyone who tells you it is is either selfish, lazy, or uncreative.
word count: 3.6k (also the exact length of my only other redacted fic okay)
steam billowed all around the bathroom, penetrating every surface with moisture and sticking to the large rectangular mirror. treasure began undressing themself with lumbering movements, constantly tipping over left and right. after trying to take their slippers off while standing up, they again became unsteady and caught themself on the sink basin. they chuffed. when was the last time they drank like this? every time they went to a bar, they had their friends to look after. nothing’s quite as lame as being the designated driver, they thought. to them, that was another indication of their plainness; they weren’t fun enough to party with. instead, they were left to scroll on their phone while sitting on a barstool, catching themself gazing wistfully up at the chalkboard drink menu. but tonight they had indulged. not at a bar, but alone on their armchair, sipping wine and watching their ceiling go in and out of focus. they knew they’d had enough when they watched the ceiling slowly bend, rise, and fall as if there were a pair of lungs under the plaster.
once they were fully bare, they carefully stepped under the scalding water. they flinched and then froze, willing themself to not back away. they weren’t the one to run. they wouldn’t run.
they closed their eyes and let the burning water hit their front. they could already feel their chest turning a darker, uglier color. but they wouldn’t step back. they wouldn’t turn the temperature down. it felt good, the heat. images of him flashed through their mind, causing their brow to furrow in helpless frustration. his hands, his fingertips, his breath, it was all so hot. they had never felt so much heat before him. now though, they had been left cold for days. just like the outings with their ‘friends.’ after he slammed the door and ran, they were back on a lonely barstool. cold. freezing. they’d never felt so much ice before him, either.
a figure hovered in front of the bathroom door. the smell of hair conditioner wafted to the creature’s senses, his red irises eclipsed by black need. the smell called to him, screamed his name. but he shouldn’t even be there in the first place. the instinct, the guilt, the aroma—what was the matter with him? he’d fed on some poor soul minutes ago and still couldn’t focus? he wrapped his hand around the doorknob and squeezed. they weren’t singing like they usually do. was that his fault? he closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against the door, focusing harder. a foul, shocking odor struck him. alcohol in their blood? was that his fault?
treasure heard the door creak open and yelped. before they could peek around the curtain…. “it’s me, darling. are you drunk?” they stayed silent and felt their fear morph into a melancholic frustration. any other well adjusted member of society would be full of terror and adrenaline if someone suddenly appeared in their home, but porter ripped away that sense of normalcy long ago. the mere sound of his voice caused an irritation, never mind him calling them ‘darling’ again. they rolled their eyes.
“what on earth are you doing here?! i thought you’d at least have the sense to throw away the key,” they spat coldly. porter’s shoulders shrank a little and he looked down at the tile. usually he would remark that he didn’t need a key anyway, but that attitude was exactly what had earned him this mess. his voice was low and small.
“you want rid of me that much?”
the rushing water dampened his sound a bit, but treasure could easily tell he was being wary and... something else. they pulled the curtain back just enough to reveal their head and took in the sight of him. a black blazer with a scarf, as usual, except his slacks were wrinkled. and his hair wasn’t even gelled. odd. they leaned against the shower wall as to not lose their footing and played off their disorientation by scoffing at him, ignoring his question. “did your king take away your wares too? you look shitty.” porter didn’t laugh, and he certainly didn’t miss the indignation behind the word ‘king.’ he approached and loomed over them, masking his annoyance.
“please, enough about him. you’re drunk.”
they scoffed again and went back to their shower routine, rinsing the rest of their hair. they didn’t close the curtain though. porter took the subtle invitation and leaned against the drywall, watching them through the gap in the curtain. he widened it a bit with his hand and started again. “i can fix that for you. give me your hand and you’ll be sober.” porter never knew them as one to indulge so heavily. he didn’t want to push as to why they had drank because he had a feeling it would only make them blow up at him, but he couldn’t deny there was a part of him that wanted to prod. the way they prodded him. but not this time.
treasure mulled over his words and extended their hand without looking back at him. they of all people knew how senseless drunk conversations can be. porter gently took their hand and tried not to linger on how whole it made him feel. using magic, he traced the excess amounts of alcohol in their bloodstream and dissipated it. he stood watchfully, trying not to overstep but wanting desperately to keep hold of them during the jarring sobering. they wobbled on their feet with their eyes closed for a moment before opening and snapping their gaze back at him. there was the alertness they were lacking. “clearer?” he asked, to which they gave him a curt nod.
now that they were in their right mind, they scanned over his form once more: he wasn't a drunken illusion. an awkward silence fell over the pair. treasure's eyes flitted back and forth between porter and the shower wall. when porter didn't take the hint, they eventually spoke up. “get in if you want. you just look stupid standing there,” they mumbled, yanking the curtain shut.
porter’s clothes instantly phased away as he yielded to the insult and stepped into the enclosed space. he stayed opposite of treasure and kept his back pressed against the wet tile, his arms wrapped around his middle. treasure threw him a look over their shoulder, snickering dryly. “you only have good manners after we fight?” the vampire let out an amused huff from his nostrils and hung his head.
“it seems it always takes something drastic to make me learn, yes.”
treasure turned around fully and reached for their body scrub, looking up at him as they bent down. their gaze was steely but their lips were tempting. “well i haven’t heard a ‘sorry,’ so do i have to beat one out of you?” they joked humorlessly.
those words caused the flame of guilt to lick at porter’s skin once more. ‘beat one out of him’—were they being sarcastic at their own expense? the inhuman strength in every muscle fiber in his body told him yes. god, he used that against them in their argument. he talked down to them, using ‘human’ as an insult, shoving in their face how much power he held over them. he didn’t start the fight, but he didn’t have to finish it like that. he’d never harm them, but he gave them such a strong implication that he could and made them feel bad about it. he called them stupid for even being with him, made himself out to be a monster they needed to run from. but they both knew porter was the one who was running. even so, in all of porter’s long existence, treasure was the first thing he’d ever ran back to. he could lose everything, but not them.
porter took a small step forward with his head still hanging and motioned for the container of body scrub. treasure gave him a puzzled look. the vampire sighed and took another step, gently taking the container from their hand and setting it down. “treasure, i….” he considered their choice of words again. he finally raised his head and looked into their eyes. “you can—you can do anything you want to me. i’m very sorry for what i said, but… whatever satisfies you. whatever gives you power.”
the vampire in front of treasure was not one they easily recognized. his eyes were nearly-black orbs and shone with desperate longing. porter solaire was a slighting creature, who was this? it was porter, just porter. treasure gave him a slow nod. “make it up to me.”
the vampire’s eyes lit up and he swiftly made his move. his lips attached to treasure’s neck, fangs firmly retracted. this wasn’t about him, nothing tonight was about him. his hands slid up the wet slopes of their hips and waist. a trapped moan escaped him when he felt them like that. he was touching god and it was burning, but he loved it. his kisses trailed across their neck and up their chin, aiming for their perfect lips. but when he tried to reach them, a resounding smack echoed in their steamy enclosure. porter blinked and his head was whipped around to the right, a red hot sting on his cheek. treasure’s hand returned to grip his jaw and pointed his head forward at them.
“i didn’t give you permission to kiss me. you think you deserve my lips?” porter could’ve cum right there. he shook his head.
“no, no i don’t. can i earn it?” his voice was like nothing they had heard before.
“you can. do what i said and make it up to me. you know what i like.”
porter nodded once more before sinking to his knees, his hands slipping down their body reverently. he groaned at the smell of their arousal, his eyes rolling back and then locking back onto theirs. he briefly recalled the night they first met. if only he had known how mad he would go for the taste of what was in front of him.
the vampire pressed light kisses around their groin with his eyes remaining trained on theirs. just how they like it. “i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm so sorry,” he repeated in between kisses. treasure's hand came down to muss up his hair and his erection twitched. they nodded at him with a pleased grin and gave him a tug as a reward. his precum dribbled onto the grout.
shortly, porter's efforts made it so treasure leaked more of their own arousal; that was porter’s cue. he licked a long stripe upward, collecting their slick on his flattened tongue and letting out a whine at their salty taste. he quickly dove in for more, moaning louder than treasure. his hands were planted firmly in his lap, not touching himself or the beauty before him; he knew he wasn’t deserving of doing either. treasure smiled and leaned their head back, their hips bucking in a smooth rhythm against his mouth. porter could cry at their movement—the gorgeous fluidity and the signal that he was giving it to them right.
nothing ever felt as right as when he was giving them pleasure. he couldn’t count how many nights he would spend god knows where, making god knows who disappear; it wasn’t in his nature to bring anything but pain. he was a sinner through and through, but that first night with treasure at skyside, he thinks, he began repenting. he found religion in every breath they took, every twitch of ecstasy he fed them. he felt holy at their feet.
“porter, i’m so close,” they gasped, causing the vampire’s dead heart to pound. he nodded emphatically, shaking his head side to side just to give them that extra stimulation. his desperate moans also sent vibrations to their sensitive flesh, setting their nerves alight. their grip on his hair was lethal and porter’s arousal was reaching a tipping point. he no longer had control over himself; treasure was pushing and pulling and holding his face flush against them until any normal human would’ve suffocated. porter’s mind was going hazy as if he was, his true feelings emerging from thoughtless bliss.
“i could die,” he panted as he gazed up at them, “let me die like this.” they climaxed only a second later.
ambrosia seeped onto porter’s tongue and he drank piously, catching every drop. treasure’s wanton whimpers and breaths filled the vampire’s ears and he couldn’t have been happier. he knew this is where he belonged, and he wouldn’t ever forgive himself for nearly forsaking it.
treasure finally let go of porter’s hair and he whined at the loss. they chuckled breathlessly and patted their chest, signaling that they wanted to be eye to eye. the vampire quickly stood, hissing quietly when his painful erection brushed up against their stomach. he swallowed at the closeup view of their blissed-out face; their eyes were in a lazy, seductive droop, but their grin was what ensnared him. he hadn’t seen one in days and now he’d earned one back, no matter the sadistic undertones behind it. they reached a hand out and cupped his cheek, smiling wider when his eyelids fluttered at the touch. porter didn’t notice their hand sneaking down to grip his base and his eyes shot open once he felt it.
“i’m assuming you want this taken care of?” they teased, tapping his cock against their stomach. he groaned pathetically, putting his hands on the wall behind them. he gripped at nothing, fingers clenching and unclenching around nothing and trying not to crack the tile. hovering over treasure was a beast of incomprehensible strength, holding himself back for one reason: forgiveness.
“treasure… i’m begging you.”
their wolfish grin slowly faded as they leaned in closer, squeezing his cock harshly. “and you’ll keep begging until i forgive you.” with that, they released him and shut off the water, promptly snatching their towel and stepping onto the floor mat without him. they left the bathroom before he could even process what they said.
the vampire blinked and hurried after them, bare and dripping wet. treasure was already laying on their back in bed, equally naked and damp. their towel was beneath them and they gazed at him expectantly. porter’s eyes widened as he realized what they wanted. he could hardly believe it. with vampiric speed, he was on his knees over them in a split second. their legs were spread and knees bent up, the sight making him look away and curse. god, he couldn’t take it. but treasure wasn’t having that. a smack to the thigh and his eyes were snapped open.
“you’ll look at me when you fuck me, or i’ll make you stop. don’t even fucking blink,” they threatened lowly. porter moaned but nodded, leaning down to be closer to them. without breaking eye contact, he spat on his fingers and rubbed it on their entrance, hoping to please them again. they sighed airily and reached down for his cock, unexpectedly prodding themself with it. porter gasped and almost lost his balance, catching himself on the pillow next to their head. they snickered and rolled their eyes, easing his length inside of them. it was still faster than porter ever started off, and he showed his unpreparedness by cursing and gripping their sheets. they swiftly got him fully seated and let them both settle into it, their gummy walls hugging porter’s cock snugly. he looked as if he was containing a scream.
“t-treasure you—gods, you could’ve hurt yourself doing that,” he heaved, his chest rising and falling as he tried not to cum. in response, they dug their nails into the small of his back and raked down to his ass, watching his head roll back and his mouth gape. always a sucker for pain, scratches were his favorite kryptonite. treasure had an unreadable look and gave the command he had been yearning for.
“i’m fine, just fuck me. don’t you dare go slow.”
porter was mildly concerned by their order, but he had to give them what they wanted. he would rather die than not. his hips pulled back until just his tip was inside before coming back down, thrusting smoothly into them. the sinful sound of his hips smacking into the back of their thighs drove them both wild. treasure’s nails only sank deeper into his skin, causing porter’s own wobbly grin to emerge. he fucked them faster, egged on by the delicious sting. he lowered himself more so their bodies were flush. their nipples rubbed against his chest and he panted in their ear, “like this, my love? tell me, please tell me i’m giving you what you want. fuck….”
in their own rapture, they nodded and turned their head to smile back at him. their words were mere breathy puffs of air. “uh-huh… yes, god yes. don’t stop ‘til i cum.” as if porter would’ve done otherwise.
treasure was making such a mess of themself it was audible. the vampire looked down and saw the telltale shiny slick, whining in their ear at the sight. they were so turned on for him. he put his weight on his left forearm which rested above their head and used his free hand to snake down their stomach, reaching their leaking essence. he put the pad of his thumb on their most sensitive spot and stroked up and down, up and down, earning strangled, surprised moans. his eyes bore into theirs as he continued his ministrations while fucking them, his expression one of a dog that just performed a trick for its owner: hopeful, eager, and aching for approval. “fuck, that’s how you like it…. i’ll make you cum, i’ll make you cum so fucking hard, treasure.”
the vampire was reaching speeds only his kind are able to, making treasure’s thighs ripple in ways they hadn’t felt before. porter never had a reason to fuck them this good before, and now that he was, they didn’t think they could ever go back. their body was bouncing as they lay down, mouth agape with licentious sounds pouring out. they hated that their hostility had crumbled under his hips, but they knew they’d have hated themself more if they pushed him away. right then, they just wanted to cum on his cock.
the bed frame squeaked and slid against the floor, banging against the wall. porter’s tempo was perfect, so fucking good against that sweet spongy spot inside them, his tip kissing it over and over. he didn’t know how he was holding it together. “i’m getting close, treasure. fuck, you have to cum, you have to,” he choked out in a frenzy. his thumb rubbed and stroked them faster, his hips losing rhythm but gaining speed. somehow through their pleasure-blinded haze, treasure looked porter in the eyes and raked their nails once more down his back. fuck, he wished he could scar.
“mm, beg me. beg for my cum,” they demanded with a groan. porter felt himself instantly melt under their authority and he whined in frustration, his knees almost buckling at their words. he fucked them faster and complied.
“fuck, please treasure! i need your cum, i fucking need it! i can’t—i can’t cum before you, i don’t deserve it. you have to cum for me, m-my love. i’ll never fucking raise my voice at you again, never. gods, oh my gods, please please please cum!”
he looked in their eyes the whole time, beggarly and despairing. treasure couldn’t help but succumb to all of the pleasure he was throwing at them. a few deep, swift thrusts later and they were creaming all over him. they went stiff and their mouth dropped open in a silent scream. porter felt their hole clench and pulse around him, effortlessly sending him down the same path. his cum pumped inside of them in thick ropes of ivory. he buried his head in their neck and let out a continuous string of groans and whimpers, hips shallowly bucking with each spurt of cum. his thumb never stopped stroking even as treasure reached the end of their climax. they enjoyed that slight bit of overstimulation, so they didn’t stop him. it was endearing how focused he was on making them feel good even in the throes of his own ecstasy.
porter eventually finished and collapsed beside them, eyes shut and breaths heavy. treasure remained on their back and stared up at the ceiling just as they were before he arrived. though, they were now drunk on him instead of wine. his cum steadily oozed out of them and they briefly thanked themself for having the foresight to put the towel underneath them.
“you’re cleaning this up,” they mumbled, breaking the silence. porter had practically rendered their shower useless, after all. the vampire cracked an eye open and wore a neutral expression.
“of course i am, my sweet, but in a moment. i missed this,” he replied evenly. treasure simply nodded and went back to staring upward. their gaze shifted to the ceiling fan and focused on a single fan blade, following it through each slow revolution. they felt a hand cautiously slide across their stomach, ending up cupping their side. porter scooted closer to them and held them like that, almost balling himself up in the fetal position beside them. they didn’t look over at him. they were afraid if they did, they would break. a part of them was still upset at him and knew they would confront him again, but the larger part told them that now was not the time. if they looked over at him now, they knew they would forget why they were even mad at him in the first place. for now, in this moment, they would let sleeping dogs lie and bask in the arms of a creature who would do anything for them, knowingly or not.
@vind3miat0r :)))
#redacted audio#redacted asmr#redacted porter#redacted fanfic#redactedverse#redacted treasure#redacted fandom#smut
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Some of y’all don’t be seriously listening to the audios and it shows
You have to actually listen to the words that the characters say to understand how the listeners respond or how they lead a conversation
Treasure did apologize or at least attempted to but Porter told them no and that they were right
We need to stop making listeners look bad because they are flawed or because they didn’t do something the more conventional way
We gotta do better as a fandom
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treasure @ porter rn

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So, like we can all agree that Porter was pacing outside Treasure's door for at least an hour before finally gathering enough courage to knock, yeah?
#porcelaininkpot#redacted asmr#redacted audio#redacted porter#porter solaire#redacted treasure#redacted solaire clan#redacted headcanons
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hear me out
aaron x smartass “god i hate you” in between kisses filled with lust and desire
porter x treasure “god i hate you” in between kisses filled with hurt and regret
#who’s with me….#🧐#redacted audio#redacted asmr#redactedverse#redacted porter#redacted treasure#redacted aaron#redacted smartass#lunya’s thoughts#lunya in heat
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i can’t wait for porter to watch the repercussions of his words, seeing treasure completely curled in on themselves mentally. for him to need to reassure them in everything they do or say and know he made them like this, to watch them walk on eggshells around him, a layer of trust completely shattered. he’d say ‘you don’t have to act like i bite, treasure..’ and they’d mumble back ‘i know, i’m sorry’ but nothing would change. to sit there and look at them and see a younger version of him. to sit there and look at himself and see someone he thought he left behind. maybe they would better off without him.
#redacted audio#redacted asmr#redactedverse#redacted porter#redacted solaire clan#redacted treasure#fishys thought bubbles
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let's all just use our brains for a second please. "treasure didn't apologize!" "treasure was wrong too!" YEAH OBVIOUSLY but was there not a point where there was definitely space for them to apologize as well and Porter shut it down? like the part where they (i think, at least) apologized for calling him a coward and porter immediately shut it down and said "no, you were right." hello???
also, for what it's worth, that was almost 20 straight minutes of Porter talking NON STOP ‼️ there was no room for Treasure to get a word in edge wise. AND IT'S IMPLIED THEY WERE GONNA SPEND THE NIGHT TALKING ABOUT THEIR RELATIONSHIP AND BOUNDARIES AND THEY PROBABLY APOLOGIZED IN THAT CONVERSATION
#ANYWAY#this is a one sided conversation it's up to (guided) listener interpretation of what Treasure does and doesn't say#i wasn't here for the fred/bright eyes fiasco but if some of you can't even handle treasure? yeah.#if i see one more post about treasure not apologizing i'm gonna go crazy#🍯#redacted audio#redacted porter#redacted treasure
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I haven't seen the redacted fandom so together on anything as I have seen about the laundry dig.
#redactedverse#redacted audio#redacted asmr#redactedaudio#redacted porter#redacted treasure#porter solaire
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oh treasure definitely wears body glitter
#i’m in love with the idea of this#and the idea that this is why porter called them treasure to begin with#sparkle sparkle#redacted audio#redacted asmr#redactedverse#redacted treasure
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vampires have a thing for teeth. apparently, it comes with the territory.
even before lovely was turned, vincent found it hard to think straight when they were scraping olives from cocktail sticks with those teeth, catching his eye as they did so. he damn near choked on his drink as he watched their throat work, and oh god, did they just wink at him?
porter is transfixed by treasure’s smile. once he’d figured out exactly what it was that made them beam, he made it his mission to poke those same buttons whenever he can. and when he succeeds? the entire world falls away, and he feels his own tongue dart out to run over his fangs, staring them down like a starving man.
and don’t get sam started on darlin’s sharp canines. fuck, they’re intoxicating. whenever they get frustrated, a growl rumbles deep in their throat, and they bare those gorgeous, terrifying teeth as though to bite the head off of him. and he would let them, even if all he really wants is to- nope. no. he has restraint. for now.
#thoughts !#because… vampires……#oh god vampires…#redacted audio#redacted asmr#redactedverse#redacted fandom#redacted headcanons#redacted porter#porter solaire#aster yaps#aster’s moots 🫶#redacted sam#sam collins#redacted vincent#vincent solaire#redacted treasure#redacted lovely#redacted darlin#redacted vampires
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giving you interactions between my listeners and the redacted characters because you deserve them
angel: david i think your boyfriend has a crush on me or something
david: …excuse me?
angel: yeah like asher keeps—
david: —no. shut up.
damien: have I ever told you i can’t stand you?
fl: i mean yeah but you lied
darlin: is it seriously that obvious that i’m autistic?
sweetheart: wait you didn’t know til now?
darlin: no ?? i just thought my soul was rotten and society was exiling me for the crimes they all secretly knew i committed
sweetheart: alright emo, jesus
darlin:..you’ve been spending too much time with milo, i don’t like you anymore
sweetheart: love you too puppy
gavin: i think i’m experiencing cuteness aggression
dear: they’ve been rambling at each other for hours… i might eat them
huxley: …haha yeah they’re sooo cute together!
gavin: huxley, my precious emerald, i think you’ve forgotten i’m an incubus
dear: i don’t even need to be a d(a)emon to know you’re a different kind of riled up right now
huxley: sorry :(
gavin: oh no huxley, we are too don’t worry
darlin: are you sure this is legal?
angel: and since when were you a law abiding citizen?
darlin: …okay well i don’t want you to get put in a cell—
angel: i know i’m way too pretty for jail… i’d have such a hot mugshot though wouldnt i? probably get a modelling contract on the way out
darlin: i respect the confidence
angel: you sound like davey!
darlin: that is the worst thing you could’ve ever said to me
treasure. telling stories about their old friend group
solaire clan: listening in sheer horror
treasure: but anyway i guess it was character building for me haha!
lovely: say the word and i will massacre every single one of them right now
darlin: do you have their locations? an address?
vincent: how did you put up with that for so long ???
treasure: …oh fuck is it that bad-?
sam: are you kiddin’? that’s horrible, no wonder you feel a little ‘out of place' with them?
starlight: sudden gasp oh my god I was being bullied!
avior: huh what—
starlight: they were making fun of me, they weren’t my friends…
avior: starlight are you okay??
starlight: i was TOO AUTISTIC to ACTUALLY GET MY FEELINGS HURT???
david: how do you put up with him?
baabe: i mean you deal with your fallen angel pretty well don’t you? i thought you’d get it
david: asher’s social battery is way stronger, at least angel has recharge time
baabe: so does ash, i promise you mr shaw, we’re basically in the exact same situation.
david: i guess it doesn’t help that we… got married at the same time does it?
baabe: not one bit.
#redacted asmr#redacted audio#redactedverse#redacted fandom#redactedasmr#redacted headcanons#shaw pack#redacted darlin#redacted david#redacted angel#redacted sweetheart#redacted milo#redacted avior#redacted starlight#redacted sam#redacted damien#redacted freelancer#redacted damn crew#redacted huxley#redacted dear#redacted gavin#redacted baabe#redacted treasure#redacted vincent#redacted lovely#indi’s yap sessions
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GUESS WHO'S BACK ❗️










Once again, I am not caught up on literally anything. Like I just checked the balance playlist and my jaw literally dropped from how much I haven't listened to, so if any of this is inaccurate, it isn't my fault 😔
🎀Tag list: @capitalisticveins @vilf-lover @xanyiaz @plutobutartsy @morgansplace @kitheking @randomhoneybee @messenger-of-stupidity @samlizdavis @betta-phish @darlin-collins @puffin-smoke @cyc-chilla @themeridian @whensomethingwickedcomesthisway @defnotayonna @pycth @wolfieisacat @shadow-collinss
#I'm being tame today#are you guys proud of me#redacted audio#redacted asmr#redactedverse#redactedaudio#redactedasmr#redacted freelancer#redacted damien#redacted blake#redacted sunshine#redacted treasure#redacted porter solaire#redacted porter#redacted asher#redacted david shaw#redacted david#redacted vincent solaire#redacted vincent#redacted gavin#redacted vega#redacted warden#redacted lasko moore#redacted lasko#redacted tweets
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the lovers

porter and treasure after the last video 🥹
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That night when Treasure asked him to hold them tight was the first time in Porter Solaire's life anyone had ever had enough comfort and trust in him to fall asleep in his arms.
#their warm embrace still lingers on his skin on the coldest of nights#and if he flexes his fingers he swears he can feel their hair soft hair tangled into them#redacted asmr#redacted audio#redacted porter#redacted treasure#redacted vampires#redacted solaire clan#redacted headcanons
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