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asher gets scared every time baaabe turns the hairdryer on without warning him first

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“sam used to love going out in the sun and now he watches the pack from a distance wishing he could feel the warmth on his skin-”

okay i raise you darlin who loves being outside - sprawling out on the grass, climbing trees, chasing rabbits through the woods in their wolf form - but is incredibly prone to sunstroke and has to take regular breaks with shade and water

cue darlin and sam glaring at the sun together from the blissfully shaded porch of his cabin, eyes twitching because the forest that stretches out for miles in front of them looks oh so inviting but that cursed ball of fire in the sky might kill them both

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ykw erik needs to leave these damn freelancers ALONE

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so this is crazy

never thought i’d make it this far when i started my little shitpost blog

i love u guys tysm 🫶🫶

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porter who’s always preening his long, sharp nails, painting and filing them so meticulously because his hands are his pride and joy - even if they’re covered in blood

porter who’s so careful with treasure, keeping his hands flat and gentle against their skin as he holds them, leaving them to marvel at his painstaking care

porter who’s secretly thrilled when treasure begs him to dig those nails into their thighs, their back, their shoulders - and porter who’s always running his fingers through their hair with tender grace, scraping the tips over their scalp

porter’s nails btw

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trevor and amélie are everything to me

oc tweets. for those who gaf. tumblr humiliated me earlier by not letting me post.

thank u indi for helping me pick u a real one

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baaabe @ asher or wtv

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dare i say milo

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oh cmon that’s so cute

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And anyone else who wants to join!

[porters-fangs]

STOP THATS HILARIOUS

therapy is expensive

you know what’s cheaper? giving william a long list of gay lovers from over his timeless existence

grappling with the wretched inevitability of his feelings, the fleeting glances snatched from across the pews of the church, the nights spent on his knees in futile repentance for the sinful nature of his love for the boy in the neighbouring village who only visits on sundays in 1512

succumbing to stolen kisses behind his father’s farmhouse, pressed up against the creaking wooden panelling as hands roamed soil-smudged skin in a desperate rush of teeth and tongues as the sun set in 1517

tugging a boy up the stairs of a tavern with unsteady hands and a delighted grin, eyes twinkling when he didn’t flinch from the sharp teeth flashing from beneath those full lips, door slamming shut behind them in 1525

writing lines of poetry on yellowed sheets of parchment by candlelight, his quill bleeding ink over the page as he scrawled his loving adoration for every aspect of the man residing halfway across the country - his dark eyes, his strong jaw, the broadness of both his shoulders and his smile in 1574

learning to rip his hand from his lover’s in the street if someone’s eyes lingered too long, cursing himself for forgetting to behave as two young men should: just two business partners, just two handsome aristocrats, not two friends giddy with the secret that they’d explored each other’s bodies only the night before in 1608

uprooting himself every full moon, knowing that the consequences for his illicit relationships with the same sex would pale in the face of what might happen should he be discovered as a creature of the night, written about in storybooks and fairytales and burned at the stake in his own nightmares in 1642

watching the life fade from his beloved, hand going limp in his own as he tightened his grip, closing his eyes and praying that their love had not condemned him to an afterlife of eternal suffering in exchange for the paradise of their embrace in 1721

sinking his teeth into the tender skin of a willing neck, wanton moans tearing free of the man beneath him, fingers raking down his back with reckless abandon and delirious pleasure in 1783

dancing in the low lamplight of a gentleman’s club in the early hours of the morning, the door locked and the music quiet as hands wandered beneath tailcoats and toyed with buttons, laughter hushed and reverent in 1822

finding himself sat to dinner with a young lady and her father, a man who was incredibly determined to have her married off by the end of the year, only to find a picture of another young woman stowed safely in her purse and stained with her own lipstick, handing it back to her with nothing but a knowing smile in 1886

sending a lover off to war and running alongside the train as though determined to stop it leaving the station, ignoring the disapproving eyes of everyone else on the platform, wanting only to burn the memory of that freckled nose and those soft lashes into his mind in 1942

seeing a young couple holding hands in the street, rings glinting on fingers, faces aglow with warmth and carefree laughter, behaving as two young men should: pressing kisses to the other’s jaw, knuckles white as they clung to each other, thrilled to have been given their freedom, terrified that it might yet be taken away once more in 2015

catching the eye of an old friend in the dining hall, shooting him a wink and a quiet promise to meet him upstairs as soon as the plates had been cleared in 2023

william solaire and his memories of the many men who made his life worth living

[porters-fangs]

therapy is expensive

you know what’s cheaper? giving william a long list of gay lovers from over his timeless existence

grappling with the wretched inevitability of his feelings, the fleeting glances snatched from across the pews of the church, the nights spent on his knees in futile repentance for the sinful nature of his love for the boy in the neighbouring village who only visits on sundays in 1512

succumbing to stolen kisses behind his father’s farmhouse, pressed up against the creaking wooden panelling as hands roamed soil-smudged skin in a desperate rush of teeth and tongues as the sun set in 1517

tugging a boy up the stairs of a tavern with unsteady hands and a delighted grin, eyes twinkling when he didn’t flinch from the sharp teeth flashing from beneath those full lips, door slamming shut behind them in 1525

writing lines of poetry on yellowed sheets of parchment by candlelight, his quill bleeding ink over the page as he scrawled his loving adoration for every aspect of the man residing halfway across the country - his dark eyes, his strong jaw, the broadness of both his shoulders and his smile in 1574

learning to rip his hand from his lover’s in the street if someone’s eyes lingered too long, cursing himself for forgetting to behave as two young men should: just two business partners, just two handsome aristocrats, not two friends giddy with the secret that they’d explored each other’s bodies only the night before in 1608

uprooting himself every full moon, knowing that the consequences for his illicit relationships with the same sex would pale in the face of what might happen should he be discovered as a creature of the night, written about in storybooks and fairytales and burned at the stake in his own nightmares in 1642

watching the life fade from his beloved, hand going limp in his own as he tightened his grip, closing his eyes and praying that their love had not condemned him to an afterlife of eternal suffering in exchange for the paradise of their embrace in 1721

sinking his teeth into the tender skin of a willing neck, wanton moans tearing free of the man beneath him, fingers raking down his back with reckless abandon and delirious pleasure in 1783

dancing in the low lamplight of a gentleman’s club in the early hours of the morning, the door locked and the music quiet as hands wandered beneath tailcoats and toyed with buttons, laughter hushed and reverent in 1822

finding himself sat to dinner with a young lady and her father, a man who was incredibly determined to have her married off by the end of the year, only to find a picture of another young woman stowed safely in her purse and stained with her own lipstick, handing it back to her with nothing but a knowing smile in 1886

sending a lover off to war and running alongside the train as though determined to stop it leaving the station, ignoring the disapproving eyes of everyone else on the platform, wanting only to burn the memory of that freckled nose and those soft lashes into his mind in 1942

seeing a young couple holding hands in the street, rings glinting on fingers, faces aglow with warmth and carefree laughter, behaving as two young men should: pressing kisses to the other’s jaw, knuckles white as they clung to each other, thrilled to have been given their freedom, terrified that it might yet be taken away once more in 2015

catching the eye of an old friend in the dining hall, shooting him a wink and a quiet promise to meet him upstairs as soon as the plates had been cleared in 2023

william solaire and his memories of the many men who made his life worth living

[porters-fangs]

porter canonically being a really good tracker is so hot.

“don’t act like you aren’t the best damn tracker in this house” i’m swooning

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if he’s not old enough to remember the great depression, i don’t want him 💔

I am being bullied for my taste in men. Sam/Porter/William/Vega likers please validate my love for old(er) men. Please.

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i got some speaker headcanons. so listen up.

tw: my opinion ❤️

also probably not canon-compliant but see if i care

> morgan is almost entirely blind

he was born with cataracts, and the world has always looked to him like a watercolour painting that never dries, colour and light bleeding across his vision

seer obscura never commented when he squinted through the lenses of his glasses as they sat opposite him, or when he fumbled for the handle of his mug.

he can see. just… in a different way.

pry the blind seer trope from my cold dead hands i dare you

> sam has chronic migraines

he’s struggled with them ever since he was a kid. the throbbing pain behind his temples that never ceases, the burn of light creeping under his lashes and searing his nerves, the nausea that rises in his throat and the ringing in his ears whenever he moves his head too far in one direction.

he’s tried everything there is.

painkillers. herbal tea. lying in a dark room for hours on end. eventually, he has to grin and bear it when the responsibilities of life come knocking once more.

it’s only when darlin shifts and and curls up on his chest, every breath rumbling through his bones that he finds himself relaxing. the pain dulls. the sickness fades. he even falls asleep for the first time in days.

a furry tail thumps happily against the bedsheets.

> asher uses he/they pronouns

he started exploring his identity in college, when he kissed a guy for the first time and really didn’t hate it.

they discovered the label “demi boy” in the middle of a lecture when he was really supposed to be taking notes. it stuck.

they haven’t told anyone other than david and babe. not because he’s ashamed - he really doesn’t mind just “he” - but it’s something that feels personal to him.

a discovery that he keeps as his own.

> asher has six toes on one foot

yeah i can’t elaborate on this one

he just does

wiggles them in babe’s face sometimes

> milo used to have anxiety attacks - still does

they were bad when he was a kid. he used to collapse in his bedroom, slamming the door behind him as his throat closed up and his lungs failed every breath.

he had a childhood cat who would only ever come home through milo’s window and never explored the rest of his house. really, his parents never knew they did have a cat. it was his.

he’d keep pieces of chicken from his school lunch to leave on the windowsill. when he was having an anxiety attack, the cat ignored the food. it leaped down, prowling over to him and nudging his leg insistently, purring like an engine.

aggro does the same thing.

> milo still gets growing pains

and it pisses him off

because where is the GROWING

no growth. just an ache deep in his bones.

> vincent had epilepsy

he was never supposed to be at the theme park that night. they were a catalyst for disaster, the flashing lights and stress of the crowds the perfect breeding ground for his condition.

his friend had begged him to come - and then bailed last minute. something about a project deadline? whatever. vincent was going. he’d already convinced himself.

he’d taken his medication. avoided alcohol all night. he was very proud of himself as he stood in the queue for the “surge” rollercoaster. although, he felt himself getting fidgety at the prospect of getting on it.

the stranger next to him seemed just as nervous. so he grabbed their hand. it grounded them both.

> david lost his ring finger

he had an accident as a kid. it was stupid, really. he’d wanted to help his dad build the treehouse in their backyard. begged him to please let him cut the wood - he was strong too, wasn’t he?

reluctantly, gabe handed over the powersaw, holding his son’s hands in his own to keep them steady.

a noise from beyond the backyard. too close to the wards gabe had put up to protect what was left of his family, he glanced up for a second, loosening his hold. david was giddy with excitement.

very poor hand placement led to the crunch of bone and a very vulgar exclamation from his dad.

they had to take it at the hospital. david had never minded. he thought it looked badass - it was proof of the trust his dad had in him, the trust he’d fight to earn again. after all - he was strong too, wasn’t he?

around the time of his and angel’s wedding, he grew to hate the loss of his finger. what kind of husband would he be? unable to properly wear his ring, to let his mate stake their claim over him. they kissed his chest, and told him to go back to sleep.

david got a tattoo the next week. a wedding ring, on the knuckle of his missing finger.

and the real ring would always be threaded on the leather cord around his neck, pressed close to his heart.

> damien has a hip implant

he developed osteoarthritis in his hip at a very young age. even walking around became a chore.

his mother picked up on it very quickly, signing him up for the implant as soon as it was offered.

damien was terrified. he hated the idea of surgery - being unconscious while someone with a scalpel looms over you.

he couldn’t deny that it helped, though. finally, he didn’t wake up in pain, and he could stretch without being in agony.

when he told huxley, he made it part of his routine to drop to his knees and press loving kisses to the scar there while damien blushes and expresses his embarrassment.

he loves it really.

> gavin has a chipped horn

he coalesced with it.

now, gavin knows he looks good.

he’s never felt the need to change his appearance for people - if someone desires him, he’s all theirs

however, that small imperfection always draws his eyes when he admires himself in the mirror, and he feels his mouth tilt down, clicking his tongue

it’s just so… obvious

freelancer spent months working on their contra earth elemental abilities, struggling over each and every detail

until one day, they presented him with a small, gold cap, encrusted with little jewels, about the size of a thimble to sit atop his broken horn

they didn’t leave their room allll dayyyyy

> avior is nonbinary

yeah.

he uses he/they pronouns but the concept of gender has always baffled him.

boy? girl? uhhh… no thank you

demons have no need for such trivial things as “gender”

hilarious

also he has knee length hair and it’s long and silky and never tangles ever??

> guy has a prosthetic hand

it’s his right hand and he lost it a few years ago in a motorcycle accident.

lucky for him, he’s always been left handed.

still, he’s absolutely insufferable with the puns

“hey, honey… need a hand? ;)”

“oh my god guy.”

> camelopardalis has tremors

he’s just shaky. he doesn’t know where they come from.

maybe the memories he relieves from his clients and is haunted by every night .

maybe the coffee he can’t stop drinking.

maybe the fact that he’s somehow always cold, even in the height of summer.

they’ve never stopped him.

> porter used to have a hearing aid

he was only impaired in one ear, but still found comfort in turning his aid all the way down just to tune out the noise from one half of the world.

after he was turned, he no longer needed it, and there was a strange sense of melancholy in shutting the aid away in his bedside drawer.

his ear still rings sometimes.

> vega’s tail was clipped

when he was sent to prison, the tip of his tail was severed. not a catastrophic injury - just enough to make a statement.

i was caught.

he hides it under a cloak when he can, only sparing the blunt end a distasteful glance when he wraps it around the waist of his warden.

[porters-fangs]

i got some speaker headcanons. so listen up.

tw: my opinion ❤️

also probably not canon-compliant but see if i care

> morgan is almost entirely blind

he was born with cataracts, and the world has always looked to him like a watercolour painting that never dries, colour and light bleeding across his vision

seer obscura never commented when he squinted through the lenses of his glasses as they sat opposite him, or when he fumbled for the handle of his mug.

he can see. just… in a different way.

pry the blind seer trope from my cold dead hands i dare you

> sam has chronic migraines

he’s struggled with them ever since he was a kid. the throbbing pain behind his temples that never ceases, the burn of light creeping under his lashes and searing his nerves, the nausea that rises in his throat and the ringing in his ears whenever he moves his head too far in one direction.

he’s tried everything there is.

painkillers. herbal tea. lying in a dark room for hours on end. eventually, he has to grin and bear it when the responsibilities of life come knocking once more.

it’s only when darlin shifts and and curls up on his chest, every breath rumbling through his bones that he finds himself relaxing. the pain dulls. the sickness fades. he even falls asleep for the first time in days.

a furry tail thumps happily against the bedsheets.

> asher uses he/they pronouns

he started exploring his identity in college, when he kissed a guy for the first time and really didn’t hate it.

they discovered the label “demi boy” in the middle of a lecture when he was really supposed to be taking notes. it stuck.

they haven’t told anyone other than david and babe. not because he’s ashamed - he really doesn’t mind just “he” - but it’s something that feels personal to him.

a discovery that he keeps as his own.

> asher has six toes on one foot

yeah i can’t elaborate on this one

he just does

wiggles them in babe’s face sometimes

> milo used to have anxiety attacks - still does

they were bad when he was a kid. he used to collapse in his bedroom, slamming the door behind him as his throat closed up and his lungs failed every breath.

he had a childhood cat who would only ever come home through milo’s window and never explored the rest of his house. really, his parents never knew they did have a cat. it was his.

he’d keep pieces of chicken from his school lunch to leave on the windowsill. when he was having an anxiety attack, the cat ignored the food. it leaped down, prowling over to him and nudging his leg insistently, purring like an engine.

aggro does the same thing.

> milo still gets growing pains

and it pisses him off

because where is the GROWING

no growth. just an ache deep in his bones.

> vincent had epilepsy

he was never supposed to be at the theme park that night. they were a catalyst for disaster, the flashing lights and stress of the crowds the perfect breeding ground for his condition.

his friend had begged him to come - and then bailed last minute. something about a project deadline? whatever. vincent was going. he’d already convinced himself.

he’d taken his medication. avoided alcohol all night. he was very proud of himself as he stood in the queue for the “surge” rollercoaster. although, he felt himself getting fidgety at the prospect of getting on it.

the stranger next to him seemed just as nervous. so he grabbed their hand. it grounded them both.

> david lost his ring finger

he had an accident as a kid. it was stupid, really. he’d wanted to help his dad build the treehouse in their backyard. begged him to please let him cut the wood - he was strong too, wasn’t he?

reluctantly, gabe handed over the powersaw, holding his son’s hands in his own to keep them steady.

a noise from beyond the backyard. too close to the wards gabe had put up to protect what was left of his family, he glanced up for a second, loosening his hold. david was giddy with excitement.

very poor hand placement led to the crunch of bone and a very vulgar exclamation from his dad.

they had to take it at the hospital. david had never minded. he thought it looked badass - it was proof of the trust his dad had in him, the trust he’d fight to earn again. after all - he was strong too, wasn’t he?

around the time of his and angel’s wedding, he grew to hate the loss of his finger. what kind of husband would he be? unable to properly wear his ring, to let his mate stake their claim over him. they kissed his chest, and told him to go back to sleep.

david got a tattoo the next week. a wedding ring, on the knuckle of his missing finger.

and the real ring would always be threaded on the leather cord around his neck, pressed close to his heart.

> damien has a hip implant

he developed osteoarthritis in his hip at a very young age. even walking around became a chore.

his mother picked up on it very quickly, signing him up for the implant as soon as it was offered.

damien was terrified. he hated the idea of surgery - being unconscious while someone with a scalpel looms over you.

he couldn’t deny that it helped, though. finally, he didn’t wake up in pain, and he could stretch without being in agony.

when he told huxley, he made it part of his routine to drop to his knees and press loving kisses to the scar there while damien blushes and expresses his embarrassment.

he loves it really.

> gavin has a chipped horn

he coalesced with it.

now, gavin knows he looks good.

he’s never felt the need to change his appearance for people - if someone desires him, he’s all theirs

however, that small imperfection always draws his eyes when he admires himself in the mirror, and he feels his mouth tilt down, clicking his tongue

it’s just so… obvious

freelancer spent months working on their contra earth elemental abilities, struggling over each and every detail

until one day, they presented him with a small, gold cap, encrusted with little jewels, about the size of a thimble to sit atop his broken horn

they didn’t leave their room allll dayyyyy

> avior is nonbinary

yeah.

he uses he/they pronouns but the concept of gender has always baffled him.

boy? girl? uhhh… no thank you

demons have no need for such trivial things as “gender”

hilarious

also he has knee length hair and it’s long and silky and never tangles ever??

> guy has a prosthetic hand

it’s his right hand and he lost it a few years ago in a motorcycle accident.

lucky for him, he’s always been left handed.

still, he’s absolutely insufferable with the puns

“hey, honey… need a hand? ;)”

“oh my god guy.”

> camelopardalis has tremors

he’s just shaky. he doesn’t know where they come from.

maybe the memories he relieves from his clients and is haunted by every night .

maybe the coffee he can’t stop drinking.

maybe the fact that he’s somehow always cold, even in the height of summer.

they’ve never stopped him.

> porter used to have a hearing aid

he was only impaired in one ear, but still found comfort in turning his aid all the way down just to tune out the noise from one half of the world.

after he was turned, he no longer needed it, and there was a strange sense of melancholy in shutting the aid away in his bedside drawer.

his ear still rings sometimes.

> vega’s tail was clipped

when he was sent to prison, the tip of his tail was severed. not a catastrophic injury - just enough to make a statement.

i was caught.

he hides it under a cloak when he can, only sparing the blunt end a distasteful glance when he wraps it around the waist of his warden.

[porters-fangs]

porter soothes you to sleep ❤️

what videos would yall hypothetically wanna see from the redacted boys

and woild yall want to see me make fake thumbnails for them

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trans guy will never not be funny to me because wdym this man was choosing his preferred name and just thought “fuck it i’m gonna affirm my gender so hard rn”