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these are just some interpretations of what I think some characters look like in the Redactedverse

Lincoln needing to pack his things up every summer. Usually he crashes out in motels and youth shelters. Sometimes he’ll couch surf with kind enough unempowered strangers. More than once, he’s slept in his car. Anything’s better than going ‘home’. Even nothing is better than that.

The MAAM Gang find out about that. They tell Lincoln that he can go to them anytime. Lincoln tells them it’s kind of them, and he’ll think about it. He doesn’t bring it up again, certain they’ll forget about it – about him – before long.

Corvus invites him to another amusement park, just the four of them. Lincoln agrees, because how could he not? Theo picks up Lincoln first, letting him hide his bag in the back without a word about it. Dreamer gets in, and they head out. Corvus is going to meet them there.

They have a good time. They always do.

Soon, the day ends. They all head back to McKinley after the sun has already set. Even Corvus gets in the car.

Theo doesn’t drop Dreamer off. And he doesn’t take Lincoln to the motel either. Instead, he just drives straight back to his place.

Before he can ask questions, Dreamer’s grabbing his hidden bag and hauling it out the car with them.

“Get a move on, Lincoln!” they say with their signature grin. “Day’s still young.”

Theo is unlocking his door, smirking. Corvus is staring unabashedly. They all know Lincoln, and knew he found it hardest to say no to Dreamer.

Next thing he knew, he was waking up well past noon on Theo’s couch after the impromptu sleepover (that the Gang would never tell him was planned from before the beginning).

By the time Theo had to take Dreamer back home, it was dark again. Lincoln tagged along. He’d try the motel again, see if they had a room spare again.

But Dreamer invited him in. Their sister was going to come over the next day, and they needed all the help they could get, getting the place ready and the food cooked.

Next thing he knew, it was 2am and he was being ushered into Dreamer’s spare room as they insisted it was no trouble at all. It was the least they could do for all his help getting it tidy.

He was almost certain that Dreamer would want him out of the way when their sister came over. He’d met her a few times, but barely enough time to hold half a conversation.

Dreamer told him not to start being stupid now, and that they had already gotten the green light that Lincoln could join the siblings for a dinner. It was the least they could do after all his help cooking half of it.

Next thing he knew, he was waking up on day four of staying at Dreamer’s place. He’d have to leave soon though. They wouldn’t want him in their space for long.

And then Theo called. He’d never been good at the back-end production side of the SMC, and he was having some issues with the new software Kayla wanted to introduce next year. Lincoln didn’t know how much help he could be, but Theo asked for it, so he’d try his best.

Next thing he knew, it was well after dark, and Theo was offering to let him stay the night, maybe even give his clothes a wash. Lincoln didn’t want to intrude. Theo insisted, especially since he’d already snuck Lincoln’s clothes out of his bag and into the washing machine. Sneaky bird.

Next thing he knew, applications were open for next year’s student accommodation. And because he hadn’t spent every penny he’d saved on motels, he could actually afford a decent one. One that didn’t kick him out every summer.

Next thing he knew, Dreamer, Theo and Corvus were helping him move in to the flat, after months of not having his own place.

But somehow he didn’t crave the solitude he used to.

the damihux pill. you can take up to one billion a day

(a/n: all the poly!! *backflips off of a table*)

so many people with so many hidden pasts, to the point where it's paramount, if not absolutely necessary, to only focus on the present

late night studying / editing sessions. light turning honey-hued and canicular as it filters through cheap blackout curtains ("who would have thought such a bargain would turn into such a bust?" - theo)

corvus immediately catching on to each of the others' increasing exhaustive states, calling them out until a throw pillow gets lovingly chucked at his face

lincoln lovingly taking theo and dreamer by the shoulders and pulling them away from manuscripts that have been scribbled over to oblivion

he settles the two of them on the floor, on a plush area rug that they had all just gone shopping for to put in dreamer's apartment

corvus is eager to participate in a human-centered bedtime routine, causing him to stand dazedly in front of the microwave with a jug of milk in hand

when hearing that warm milk isn't a necessity, he huffs, more than a little disappointed. but he eventually joins the pile

dreamer with corvus behind them, tail thumping contendly against the hinge of their knee.

theo behind corvus, lincoln in front of dreamer

lincoln ever so slightly exerting his powers until everyone's autonomic nervous system relinquishes

Grand finale for the vampire aquarium date!!

to all the studs who do art, i hope to sit across from you while you draw, paint, sculpt me. going to those silly classes where we draw each other & by the end when we show each other, i'm moved to tears by the way you portray me in such a short amount of time. taking in every detail of my face, even putting the small, barely visible scar above my lip from shaving. by the time i collect myself from my emotions, i'm too embarrassed to show my own art. i turn it around, heat creeping onto my features as it's clear i didn't care for art past middle school. but the moment i get over my own shyness, i see the glisten to your eyes. you're reassuring me that i did fine & there's something in your eye. "totally not crying..." you say as i watch you wipe at the tears that threatened to fall. both pieces are kept & framed in our shared apartment for everyone who comes over to see.

to all the studs who make music or just enjoy it, i hope to share the shitty dollar-store earbuds with you. the ones that make the sound crack unless you hold them a certain way...all because you hate the newer headphones & earbuds. the late night guitar lessons as you show me how to play. you're patient as i get way over my head & ask you to help me play one of my favorite songs. a simple, "i can play it for you." slips past your lips just before you start—the familiar tune filling the room as i watch you move your fingers in a way that says you've done this before. or maybe you like to sing? you taking a shower & i hear the soft hums of whatever song you're currently obsessed with. catching you fully singing as the steam continues to fill the tiny bathroom. i stand just outside the closed door, listening to the rare moment i get to hear your alluring voice.

to all the studs who like to read or even the ones who write, i hope to be the first one to hear about the new book you've finished. picking up a book from your favorite genre, another one from my favorite genre, & a third, something we both have no usual interest in. i bring them home, handing the three books to you with a tinge of accomplishment & excitement. i explain my choices for each title, why i chose each one. you promise to read them all & report back, & i don't doubt you'll have them all read by the end of the week. or getting to be the one to read your first draft of your new book or fanfiction...maybe it's a fandom i'm not particularly interested in? maybe the characters of your story aren't something i'd typically gravitate towards? but nonetheless, i'd read it anyway. i barely have to correct your grammar or spelling, i give you a few pointers on how to word things, singing my praises even though it's only the first , rough draft. wanting to be the one who brings you warm tea at night as you finish the final draft at 4am.

to the studs who love animals, i hope you tell me all the random facts you have stored in your mind. the silly ones, dumb ones, even the ones that only people who work close with said animals know. i push at your shoulder while calling you a "nerd", but i don't mean any harm. the fond admiration in my features as i take you to the zoo or aquarium. taking you on a trail to see your favorite bird or insect. the countless pictures we take—most are blurry but after seeing the way your face lit up, i wouldn't delete a single one of them.

to the studs who loves gaming, & i hope you let me sit in your lap while you play. i praise your skills & tell you to stream it live. playing horror games while i squirm into your neck, hiding my face so i don't get the jumpscare. the countless co-op games you find for us to play & the days spent lounging around playing them.

the narrator is operating under the constraint that they can only use words "god" has already spoken, "god" is aware of this and says the 'Time flies' sentence on purpose in order to give the narrator the pieces they need to voice their complaint; "god" has constant access to the narrator's thoughts, and answers them as though they're having a conversation between equals, but clearly absolutely dictates the terms under which the narrator can speak. it becomes obvious as the scene continues that the narrator is silently screaming and that the request being denied may be a request for death, but is at minimum a request for some acute suffering to be stopped

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This is for the folks who enjoyed my Milo design — and bc yall keep liking my old redacted art even tho I said not to /j /silly 🥀🥀

Mostly vague illusions to 1920’s Milo, but he’s so inaccurate it might as well jus be his reg ehehe

Plus !! A revamped drawing !! Yall prolly seen the old one, and if you ain’t, don’t look at it — istg I will cry dude/j

Tried a more realistic approach to his face, I think some of the facial placements are a lil strange hhhhhhhhhh/lh — ALSO IK I MISSPELLED INVESTIGATOR HUSHHH IM EMBARRASSED HHSNSNSN

[CW below cut for implied sexual aftermath w/ the Shaw Pack + implied poly !! Bc I did revamp their designs and have only done a small doodle of ‘em ^^”]

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This is for the folks who enjoyed my Milo design — and bc yall keep liking my old redacted art even tho I said not to /j /silly 🥀🥀

Mostly vague illusions to 1920’s Milo, but he’s so inaccurate it might as well jus be his reg ehehe

Plus !! A revamped drawing !! Yall prolly seen the old one, and if you ain’t, don’t look at it — istg I will cry dude/j

Tried a more realistic approach to his face, I think some of the facial placements are a lil strange hhhhhhhhhh/lh — ALSO IK I MISSPELLED INVESTIGATOR HUSHHH IM EMBARRASSED HHSNSNSN

[CW below cut for implied sexual aftermath w/ the Shaw Pack + implied poly !! Bc I did revamp their designs and have only done a small doodle of ‘em ^^”]

Porter has knitted gifts from Angel.

Porter’s never won a Shaw Pack Smash Tournament.

Porter makes fun jabs at Sweetheart for their job at the Department and they jokingly threaten to expose him for the crimes William made him commit right back at him.

Porter who basically becomes David’s sous chef during the holidays. Who knew being a trained killer would help you refine your kitchen knife skills?

Porter and Treasure get invited to a solstice party one day (and subsequently becomes the 4th victim of vampiric hearing + freaked out wolves and their mates. He texts Sam about it the next day.)

Porter and Vincent get much closer, who sometimes reminisce about their differences in the Solaire clan and compare notes about things that didn’t previously line up.

Porter and Milo getting all fancy and having a boy’s night out, looking absolutely dapper.

Porter, despite seeing Asher’s bubbly and silly personality, is still very aware when Asher’s around and keeps track of him. Not many people can pull him out of his super speed and he especially didn’t expect the Shaw Pack Beta to do it. He’s still very cordial though.

Porter actually learning how to play smash with Baaabe and Asher.

Porter, after years of finally learning how to love and receive love, finds a healthy family that doesn’t expect him to do anything but be kind and be himself.