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I can't stop thinking that David would kiss angel good bye before he goes to work and makes them lunch and fts to make sure they eat it ❤

“Then what did you do? Did you leave his* house in the middle of the night? Did you wish you put up more of a fight? When he* said it was too much? Do you wish you could still touch ...him*? It's just a question!”

but it’s one of cutie’s friends questioning them after their break up with geordi because cutie being so affected by someone (or something) is something that no one has seen before

gavin “sometimes, I wonder if you’re gonna screw this up with me, but you told Lasko* you’d kill yourself if I ever leave..”

freelancer “and I had said that to Hux* about you, so I felt seen.” [last name]

“everyone we know understands why it’s meant to be”

i feel like angel would LOVE ladybird, or just coming of age movies in general. they went to a religious school and have complicated parents, they probably were a mess in their early twenties when they left their house (they’re still one now but in a more endearing way)

i made a playlist for dear because i’m obsessed with them, is mostly music i think they would listen to

(they’re a radiohead fan, yeah i’m sorry too)

“like real people do” is so honey & guy cause wdym “Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips, We should just kiss like real people do”

i miss geordi (it’s currently 2 am someone please get him out of my head)

HE WOULD LISTEN TO PLAN B, NICKY JAM, DADDY YANKEE AND SHIT OMG

Don’t talk to me or Reggaeton enthusiast Milo Greer ever again

what if I said Milo and Sweetheart

(there’s a pun about a dog and a ball somewhere, and I have this headcanon of sweetheart being a huge philosophy nerd back in high school)

Porters halloween costume is Harry Hook

Ehehheheheheg

Do you guys think yancaller bothers Sweetie at work. Like maybe they turn on “do not disturb” mode and at the end of their shift they check their phone to see 18 missed calls and 1021 unread messages

I just realized this chart contradictings my own HCs & Ocs so, I'm adding a lil note

Deathwalkers: they've lost their coloration over the centuries due to the river so now they're gray/a very desaturated version of their original color

Colors I think the different d(a)emon types would be!

Empathy Daemons: Pastels and white

Serenity Daemons: Dark greens, blues, and maybe some purples

Sadism Demons: Dark reds and oranges

Desire Demons: pinks, purples, and magentas

Shock Demons: Bright oranges, yellows, and sometimes reds

Strife Demons: Deep and muted reds and blues

Misery Demons: Blacks and grays or muted colors

Fear Demons: bright or muted blues and purples

Elation Demons: pinks, reds and yellows

Inchoate Demons: can be any color but the color is always a medium tone

Taking, yet another, 180 on what I'm yapping about on my blog to bring you:

Dear Headcannons!!

Office Siren Dear

Second oldest in the damn crew (Gav is the oldest & 34) at 32

When they left their old school like at least 10 of their students cried

They cried in their car on the way home after their last day

I am a "Dear is Kody's older sibling & he's been long dead to them" truther

Didn't know exactly who Kody did it to until FL told them

They found him and beat his ass (again) after

The only one Damien let's in the kitchen with him

That one sarcastic ass teacher everyone loves

Is secretly obsessed with sharks (they have what is basically a shark shrine in their house)

Is either dressed to the 9s or is in the stupidest shirt with the most hideous print pants known to man, there's no in between

Can, has, and will pick up Lasko bridal style

Took Lasko/poly DAMN crew to an underwater cave as a date once

Has an IKEA shark that ends up in damn near every cuddle pile the damn crew has

Will argue for hours about how water tastes like something and that there are different tastes

Would be a professional diver if they weren't a professor

Wears glasses even though they can see almost perfectly fine without them

Vincent & William angst headcanon!!

Vincent feel into a deep depression during the months following William invoking him, causing Vincent to frequently forget to fulfill his basic needs like bathing and eating. So, William would do it for him. William would fill up his bathtub and carry Vincent from his bed to the bathroom and bath him, he'd bring a blood bag or two to Vincent's room and sit him up and help him drink it while rubbing his back, he'd sit Vincent in front of himself and brush out his matted hair carfully so he wouldn't pull Vincent's hair.

The reason William sees Vincent as his child is because he had to take care of him in the way you would a small child - helping bath them, brushing their hair, feeding them, ect. William wants to care for and protect Vincent because once he started he couldn't stop.

Gabe having a doorframe at the den that has markings of how tall Ash, Milo, and David grew. Higher up the frame you can see a new set of marks, labeled ‘Tank (age)’.

Milo being in charge of booking the hotel for a security job and accidentally booking two conjoined rooms instead of separate rooms for everyone (Aggro stepped on the keyboard). Leading to a very disgruntled Alpha and a video sent to a group chat with all the mates and pack members still in Dahlia. Asher sends a recording of a dark room only illuminated by his phone flashlight. It’s shows about fifteen shifters spread out across two rooms. Some haphazardly splayed on the beds, some on little nests of blankets on the floor. Milo is shown to be lying half on the bed and half on the nightstand using a jacket for a pillow. Christian is laying properly on the bed, with Arden’s foot stuck right in his face as she lays diagonally with her face flat on the foot of the bed. Amanda lies next to Christian with part of her leg draped over Arden. Asher walks through the maze of shifters on the ground, pointing the camera to each as he passes. He walks into the next room to show Brooks lying on the counter. More shifters lie on the floor, Asher pans the camera to the foot of the bed to show Miguel almost falling off. Asher whispers to the camera,

“And you won’t believe this.” As he pans his phone to show David and Tank lying in the bed together, both having to sit upright to fit and leave room for Miguel. They are resting against each other comfortably. Tank sits with their arms crossed and head tilted slightly back as it rests on David’s head, which is in turn resting on their shoulder. He sits with his hands loosely in his lap. They sleep with a stoic yet calm look on their faces as the two wolves lean into one another. Asher turns the camera to himself and walks over. He carefully lays down on their legs,resting his head on his sweatshirt that he put in between Tank and David. He positions the camera so all three of them are in shot, as if he’s taking a selfie. Tank and David move a little in their sleep and the video abruptly cuts off. The last thing on the screen being Asher’s scared face quickly turning. The group chat laughs about Milo’s mistake and Angel fawns over all of them sleeping as a group. Sweetheart says they knew they should have checked the reservations for Milo. Sam just smiles at his wolf finally learning how to be with their pack.

Imagine this tho.

The pack going out together after a meeting and running into some unempowered ‘vampires/werewolves are real’ conspiracists and being handed pamphlets to go ‘hunting for cryptids.’ So now (against David’s judgement) the mates, are ‘hunting’ with this group of weirdos in the woods while Ash, Tank, and Milo run around howling and scaring the shit out of them. Sweetheart quietly disappears every now and then to make noises, snapping a twig or throwing a rock here and there. David on the other hand said it was stupid and said he wasn’t going, even though Angel definitely notices the shadow in the corner of their eye that is conspicuously David-shaped.

I firmly believe that Vincent is at least a little intimidated by Darlin.

Angel and Lovely being friends and knowing each other are dating important empowered people but not knowing if each other know about magic. So the just dance around covert with oddly specific yet vague comments.

Lovely: Soooo, team Jacob or Edward?

Angel:….Jacob, cause I like really big dogs and stuff…..

Lovely: yeah…. I like the vampires, but the movie wasn’t accurate….to uhh stories I’ve heard

———

Angel: are you squeamish around blood?

Lovely:…depends

———

Angel: you’ve been out at night more since you started dating Vincent. Any reason why….?

Lovely: He uhhh, works night shifts.

———

I just think it would be funny

I’m all for the hype about a video of Darlin meeting the Solaire Vamps, but I raise this. They met during the inversion.

We know that makers and progeny can feel each other’s emotions to an extent. I doubt that the wards could stop that connection, meaning William, Alexis, and Fred all felt Sam and Vincent’s panic when the shades appeared.

They all arrived at the stadium quickly, (Bright coming along too ofc) only to have to wait outside the wards. Once they fell they went searching through the crowd for their family. They find Sam in the chaos, just as they are about to zip over there. They catch sight of a giant wolf bounding towards him, only to shift back into a human last second to nearly tackle Sam into a bone-crushing hug, he returns it with just as much energy. The spectating vampires are caught by surprise as the two separate only for a split second before passionately kissing one another while holding each other as close as possible. This is the wolf Sam comes back smelling like? Fred is worried, but still happy for Sam nonetheless. Bright is surprised and confused. William is glad he’s okay and has someone to take care of him when he neglects himself in favor of others. Alexis stares at the exchange. Envy reigns supreme in her mind, not leaving much space for relief that Sam’s even alive. She watches as her progeny, and object of her immortal affections is held by someone else. She watches as the wolf clamps their arms around Sam as if to protect him from a threat that’s already passed, like the world nearly ended, and based on the way they held him so desperately. If anything were to have happened to him, it would have. It makes her blood boil. Eventually the two separate, the shifter pressing a gentle kiss to the top of Sam’s head. They look around and Sam catches sight of them. Bright and Fred run to him first, followed by William. Alexis hesitates, then follows.

Tank doesn’t miss the way Sam’s shoulders go tense under their fingertips as another vamp appears next to William. Her hair lays perfect even in the midst of a tragedy, her silver eyes didn’t look like Sam’s, or William’s. Their eyes are warm and kind. Her eyes are sharp and cynical. They can only assume this is Alexis, their grip on his shoulders tightens and they pull him closer. They weren’t there to protect him in the wards, but they’ll be damned if they let something happen to him now. Even if the thing they are shielding him from is his own maker and the first blood of a vampire king. They’d do it for him, they’d do anything for him. They would give him every star in the sky if he asked.

William stands in front of Sam as he briefly covers what happened, leaving out exactly what happened with Vincent and his partner. That’s for him to say. Once he finishes, William turns his attention to the shifter standing at Sam’s side. Said vamp notices William’s attention on the wolf, stiffening a bit. William extends his hand to the shifter, and they shake it firmly.

“I’m William Solaire, though you probably figured that out by now.” The wolf nods,

“Tank.” William quirks a brow at the name, a nickname he guesses. He feels a tug of envy in his chest; right where Alexis and her feelings lie. Looking over to his progeny he catches her staring at Tank, silver eyes piercing holes in them. They pay her no mind, they are too focused on Sam. This only seems to aggravate her more. Fred and Bright stand close to Sam but pointedly far away from the wolf shifter at his other side. He doesn’t blame them. The scars covering their body give them quite the image. They are young vampires, Tank must intimidate them, even if Bright’s trying to put on a brave face for Fred. It’s not just their appearance either; Their aura itself was on fire. The energy surrounding them was feral and wild, yet they were in perfect control of that chaos. Despite what he assumed many others would say before getting to know them, he thought that Sam had found a wonderful partner. He could practically feel the fierce loyalty they felt for Sam radiating off of them in waves. Their strength would always be used for him, never against him. Yes, Sam was in good hands with this wolf.

The moment the pack knows Darlin is really back is when they start giving people shit again. They’re happy their lovable asshole is back and they can finally tease them in return without being scared they’ll drive them off.

Bright: *sneaking back into the house, turns on lights*

Sam: *turning around in his chair* you want to tell me where you were?

Bright: with Tank?

Tank: *turning around in their own chair* wanna try again?

More Hydrus and Guy

The two don’t run into each other for a while until Guy is out walking to a bus stop from the store. Unfortunately from him it started raining halfway there and now he regrets not wearing a jacket. He sees Hydrus sitting under the bus stop hood typing on his phone. Guy walks along the path, getting closer and closer to this…stranger. Does running into someone really count as meeting? He sits on the opposite side of the bench, trying to give as much space as possible. He takes this time to sneak glances at the attractive stranger and take in his appearance. The tall man leans against the corner of the bus stop hood, one leg stretched out in front of him, the other propped up on the bench with his arm resting over it. He wears a white button up with the first two buttons undone. The tie has been untied and discarded. It drapes off his neck framing the teasing window of his chest. A large trench coat rests over his shoulders, the empty sleeves hanging limp and his sides. The coat seems to have taken the brunt of the rain, but his black hair still looks damp, and his shirt clings to his chest, the rain causing the white fabric to turn see though. Guy is so caught up in his appearance that he doesn’t notice the piercing eyes staring at him.

“It’s rude to stare.” Guy startles from his thoughts and looks up at the annoyed set of dark eyes staring back at him. He sits up straight and laughs awkwardly.

“I’m, uh, sorry about that, Just didn’t think I’d be seeing you again, Mr. mysterious stranger.” Guy gives a playful, lopsided smile, a faint blush of embarrassment from being caught staring still on his cheeks. It’s an adorable sight. Hydrus tilts his head and slowly looks the man in front of him up and down. He feels the man’s emotions spike. Embarrassment, intrigue…fear. Hydrus furrows his brow. Why does it feel so wrong to cause this stranger fear? He scoffs lightly and looks away.

“Kind of stupid to not be wearing a jacket.” Guy rubs the back of his neck and he looks out towards the street as it gets obscured in the downpour.

“Yeah, didn’t think it was gonna rain tonight. At least this bus stop has a cover, and I got some handsome company too.” Guy winks at Hydrus. The daemon freezes.

‘Is this unempowered stranger really flirting with him right now. Usually people all avoid him, give him a wide berth, both empowered and unempowered people alike. Yet here this guy is, flirting with him.’ Hydrus tilts his head,

“I’m grateful for the shelter from the rain too, but my company seems to be doing his best impression of a popsicle.” Guy didn’t even realize how cold he was. He had been too preoccupied with the man I front of him. Before the can get out a response, a thick bundle of fabric is pushed towards him. He looks up, surprised. The man looks to his side as he offers his coat. Guy smiles,

“Awww, trying to keep me warm. How kind of you Mr. Mysterious Stranger.” Hydrus narrows his eyes at the teasing and retracts his arm and his coat. Guy quickly starts apologizing inbetween laughs.

“Nooo, I’m sorry, I was just kidding, please, it’s fucking freezing.” He is handed the warm jacket and puts it on, grateful for its heat. “Thank you Mr. Mys-“

“Hydrus”

Guy pauses and smiles.

“That’s an interesting name. I’m Guy.” His voice takes a joking tone, “The Pizza Guy if you will.” Hydrus rolls his eyes and Guys laughs at the joke that he’s probably told a thousand times. A bus drives up to the stop and opens it’s doors. Guy stands and turns,

“I better get going, are you getting on too?”

Hydrus shakes his head.

“Well then thank you for keeping me company.” Hydrus nods.

‘This dude really doesn’t talk much’ Guy thinks as he sits down on the bus, putting his hands in his jacket….not his jacket. Guys eyes widen

‘Oh my god, I just took this persons coat’ in the middle of his freak out he feels something in the coat pocket. He takes it out to find a small piece of paper. It looks like a business card, but all the writing on the front is scribbled out. He turns the card in his hands and finds a phone number on the back, underneath it is a note.

‘Give me my coat back sometime’

-H

Guy smiles at the note and immediately takes out his phone and calls a familiar number.

“Hey Rosa, you’ll never guess what just happened”

If your not in one of those then you’re in their trapezoid of hostility: run

Darling: If you're not in my circle of trust, you're probably in my triangle of suspicion, or my rhombus of doubt

Darlin calls Sam ‘shawty’ just for the look on his face after.

(This turned out a lot longer than I planned)

I feel like now’s the time to introduce my Honey, he is a daemon named Hydrus. Specifically a daemon that feeds on feelings of fear. Fear daemons are rare like sadism daemons (I feel like the ones that feed on ‘bad emotions’ are more rare. There are probably a lot of empathy/serenity/sex daemons. Correct me if I’m wrong though). He was a steward once but hasn’t been one since a certain empathy daemon named Regulus went rogue. When he heard about what he had done, he blamed himself for not guiding Regulus like he should have. From what I gather daemons are hardwired to farm the emotions that need, have different specialized abilities based on what they eat. Like how sex daemons can change their appearance to be able to suit anyones preferences. He has abilities that let him bend the shadows around him and create shadow creatures out of them. (If there is anything more universally feared than the dark, then it’s what lives in it) not to mention the fact that even without using his abilities, he has a generally rough and scary look and presence. He’s not actually that bad, a bit rough around the edges and a bit of a tsundere at times but he feels deeply. When it comes to his methods of feeding, he understands the emotion he needs isn’t generally wanted, but it is a necessity. In dangerous situations, fear makes the adrenaline and fight or flight kick in. Fear is meant to keep you alive, but it’s not always needed. He tends to feed at times like that, where it’s not endangering anyone and he doesn’t have to scare anyone more than he already does. He also likes to feed on fear from nightmares. It’s a situation that isn’t real and after he’s had his fill, the person slips back into sleep; none the wiser. It’s a win win. This habit lead to his steward, Andromeda, calling him her ‘little dream-eater’. He met Guy when he was coming back from searching for a nightmare and Guy was out delivering for Max’s. They (quite literally) ran into each other and Guy nearly fell in his ass. Hydrus caught him by the waist and stood him back up. Guy kind of just stared at this scary yet attractive stranger. Who was still holding his waist nonetheless. Hydrus uttered a curt ‘sorry’ and brushed past Guy. As Guy got back in his car he remembered to take deliveries in this part of town more often.

(I gotta cut this off here or I’ll go on forever)

Bada-bing and Bada-boom

Sweetheart has 100% named both of Milo’s tiddies.

Vincent and Alexis

Both Vincent and Alexis have straight hair but two different spectrums.

Alexis has fine, long 1c hair that is blonde(natural) hair that she wears most of the time, just out and about. Vs. Vincent has a thick, straight hairpin that is as black as it can come. He always has it in a ponytail or in a braid. On very special occasions, he has it loose.

Both of them were given hairpins by William.