I’m Not Crying, You Are

TWEKAING SHABAUSBEISN AHSTARAGAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

me when i make fanart for the firefighter au by @us3rnam3-r3dact3d

specifically!! fanart for the Treasure and Porter oneshot that has become my new favorite oneshot ever

ik that Porter is said to have blonde hair in the fic but ive been reading with my own interpretations of the characters 😞 please dont jump me

uh yeah :D i hope we get to see more ffau Treasure and Porter in the future :3

alt version + taglist under the cut :3

@moronkyne @zimix-whispers @wuegh @totheak47 @indigo-greer-collins

@chlorine3 @fedorabender @dawnofiight @definitelynuwonhere @porters-fangs

@milogreer @ambrose-mp4 @nevaroonie @paythesmith @int3rtwiningh3artstrings

@puffin-smoke @vampire-biter @porcelaininkpot @urfrenfishy @galaxyg1204

if u wanna be added to the taglist just lmk :3

food for thought?

the whole redacted universe is a big "Barbie" game by caelum and echo with the characters as dolls

the imperium is just echo playing alone, prime is both of them playing together

any relationship that exists in both prime and imperium is echo's doing (that includes the ones that are romantic in one and isn't in the other)

any relationship the exits only in prime is caelums doing

so yes dear

while Asher and baabe love life is made by caelum,their meeting was planned by echo so is Vincent and lovely

caelum has no hand in Milo and sweetheart's lives,that is echo's doing ,so is freelance and vin Gavin

darlin asking for help from their pack was stopped by caelum,who gave them sam instead,when caelum wasn't there,darlin was dead,along with David

Damien and Huxley are made by echo,he just had to soften it up for caelum,he also had to keep angel alive and away from Damien

AAAGHHJ YOUD BE A LIL CLOUD CAT

WHAT KINDA CAT ARE YOUR MUTUALS

I REALLY WANNA SIT HERE AMD GO THROUGH TAGGING EVERYONE BUT I HAVE TO GO TO BED NOW SO I’LL DO SO TOMORROW!!!

i no no like this

as much as i hate thinking about it, gavin will eventually outlive the damn crew.

he will watch them go through hardships and he will watch them pass them. he will watch them change through the years and he will watch them stay the same in some aspects.

when all is said and done, he will watch them die.

and he can’t do anything to delay their deaths. they are human. he will hold freelancers hand on their deathbed, watch them smile weakly as they say they love him one last time.

he will visit their graves; freelancer’s, lasko’s, damien’s and huxley’s. he will sit and talk, sometimes he’ll stay standing and silent.

sometimes he wishes he could’ve stopped them. delayed their deaths for just a little longer. just long enough to feel their touches, their hugs — to hear their comforting words, their laughter, their jokes one more time.

but at the end of the day,

he is immortal. and they aren’t.

OH MTY GOFI THEH MERIDAIAN LOOKS DO FUCKIGN COOL?????

YOU LOOK WRONG

So the meridian is making me go insane

nah, i’d win

REALHEYAUHSUESADEUUEHEEE 🤭

his duality is crazy (i want him so bad restrain me i might do bad things if i see him)

Grief is inevitable. In the many years and lifetimes that Gavin has lived through, he knew that fact through and through.

The love of his life, his Freelancer, had passed with a soft content smile in his arms. Seventy years had passed since he first met them.

He saw their youth and was with them every step as they aged - they always looked beautiful no matter what. He tried to reflect that in his own appearance too, after catching the way that their eyes would flicker in pain whenever they caught their reflection in the mirror next to his. He loved aging together with them, even if his own evidence of the passing of time on his face was artificial. He revelled in the way their smile lines were so deep with every passing year, and his heart was filled with warmth at the realisation that he caused it. He’d rarely seen them without a smile, after all.

They knew their end was nearing, and asked for him to stay with them, lying in bed in their home. He gently wrapped them in his arms and listened to the slow, weak beating of their heart. Even now, they had a smile on their face. They reached a shaking hand up to his face, and caressed it. A single tear fell from their eye.

“I didn’t know love until I met you.” They whispered. Gavin felt like he couldn’t breathe.

Their eyes sparkled with love until their last breath.

He thought he knew grief after the inversion. But this was different. It consumed him - his mind, his body, his every thought and breath. It felt wrong not to have the warmth of their body pressed to him. It felt wrong to have his core so empty, dull without the taste of love radiating from them. He looked at his aged face in the mirror and couldn’t recognise himself. Who was he without his Freelancer? How did he live before he met them?

Months and years passed. He wandered around aimlessly, feeding the bare minimum amount needed to survive, although he didn’t really know if there was a point anymore. He had altered his appearance back to what it was before he met Freelancer, hoping it would help him move on.

He was stupid to think he ever could. He doesn’t want to.

He wandered into the nearby 7-11 and went through the motions. He only feeds once every month or two now. The lonely man he chose as his “meal” was now sucking him off - it was quite a poor effort, but Gavin couldn’t care any less.

The doors opened, setting off that annoying jingle that played throughout the store. The person walked in, slowly browsing through each aisle before picking up a cup and filling it with a slurpee.

Gavin’s head snapped up when he heard the sound of a cup dropping. Shit. He thought he’d cloaked them. He must’ve gotten rusty.

Then, he saw them.

The same eyes. The same energy pulsing through their core. They looked a little different - different eye colour, younger, and their features rounder than before, but Gavin was sure.

It was them.

His Freelancer.

The moment they locked eyes, theirs wide in shock and cheeks reddening in embarrassment, he tasted it. Gods. That sweet warmth of their desire.

And of course they’d ask for directions in the midst of this awkward situation.

Gavin couldn’t help but cry.

In that moment he realised,

Love was eternal.

He found his way back into their heart quite easily, for he knew every part of them intimately, both inside and out. Although their physical body had changed a little, he revelled in being able to explore this new side of them, relearning their sensitive areas. He was beyond pleased to feel their affection for him exceed lust - of course it did. This was his Freelancer, after all. The same kindhearted, loving Freelancer.

He could feel their core, a little fearful but determined and pure with affection, reaching out to him. They confessed that they loved him, and were awaiting his answer with shaking hands and the nervous pounding of their heart. Their eyes teared up, overwhelmed by the excitement of the prospect that he might love them back, but also the fear that he might reject them.

Oh, Freelancer.

He immediately took them in his embrace and kissed them, deep. He felt whole again. He felt alive. He tasted their love, now unrestrained, and melted at how sweet and familiar it was. He was home again. They smiled through their happy tears and whispered;

“I didn’t know love until I met you.”

Their eyes sparkled.

Love is eternal.

hi, i’m wuegh 😧🤯

(“wuh-hhck”, “way”, or “woog”)

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the slowest drawer in all of tumblr. i hardly even post. ever. if you’re reading this i miss yew 🥹

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this blog is SFW!! 🙏

currently this blog is just for me to be silly and whimsical so don’t think about it too much. okay? okay. ☝️🤓

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You see ur redacted listeners as women cause u’re straight . I see most of them as women cause im a FAG and love pretty girls

We are NOT the same