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Avior: /ˈeɪvjər/ a binary star in the southern constellation of Carina. At apparent magnitude +1.86 it is one of the brightest stars in the night sky, but is not visible from most of the northern hemisphere.

And from that hell, he'd never felt less visible.

No one could see him. Would anyone miss him? Not at the rate the time here goes; no one would even notice he was missing. And when they eventually did, he was sure he'd practically be senile.

They certainly wouldn't miss him. His starlight. His one true love. The very spark to his flame.

Avior, on the other hand, would be punished probably forever, with having to stare at his lover's face. His heart burned with the fury of a thousand stars, desperate for the relief of feeling their chest against his own. At this point, he could basically self combust. That would be a kinder mercy than his consistent satiation that basically dragged his physical form along every hour of his new life here.

Being forced to watch them live a life without him, without even remembering him left a hunger so deep within his soul, he could barely tear himself away. Even though just seeing their face made him yearn more. His starlight was truly a drug of their own.

Avior found himself burying his hands in the dirt just to stop himself from pointlessly reaching out to them like some desperate puppy.

He would not give whatever entity had cursed him the satisfaction...

It is a known fact that light cannot escape black holes. Avior's light had died trying and his blood curdling cries were barely whispers upon unlistening ears.

Sound couldn't escape either, it seemed.

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“Honey, you know I can do this myself, right?”

“Shshhh, shush.” Asher pressed a finger to Baaabe’s lips, earning a chuckle from them.

“I missed you, babe. Let me have this.”

Baaaabe rolled their eyes playfully, allowing Asher to continue his dedicated work. His hands worked so tenderly on their hair, a stark contrast from the rough grip in the shower just minutes ago.

“I was only gone for three days, Ash.”

“Yeah and that was three whole days that I didn’t get to see you.”

He held their cheeks in his hands, setting aside the towel for a moment.

“I didn’t get to see this pretty face next to me in the morning.”

He pressed a kiss to their forehead.

“I didn’t get to bother you in person.”

A kiss to the tip of their nose.

“I didn’t get to hold you in my arms, like this.”

A long, yearning kiss to the lips, followed by him wrapping his arms around them.

“I missed you, Babe. I always do.”

They sunk their face into his shoulder, breathing in his woody scent. He smelled so warm, like comfort and security. He smelt like home to them.

“I missed you too, Ash. Let’s get Max’s tomorrow and just chill with each other, yeah?”

Ash pulled away from them, a smile plastered on his face.

“Babe, you’re the best!”

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A/N: I’m on vacation, so I only have a couple of fics written lel

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anyways. sneak update of my milo wip

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I fear my favoritism is heavily sliding towards Elliott these days...

ANYWAY

a Sunshine for you all 🙂‍↕️

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Après (A Milo/Sweetheart Redactedverse Oneshot)

Read Après on AO3!

Rating: T ; WC: ~2K ; Characters/Pairings: Milo Greer/Sweetheart

Tags: Drama, Dinner Date, Early Relationship, Romance, Love, Friendship, Communication, Support, Trust, Kindness, Emotional Buildup, Vulnerability, Oneshot, Prequel, Gender-Neutral Sweetheart

Summary: Early on in their relationship, a date-night conversation between Milo and Sweetheart reveals the stark difference between “before” they came into each other’s lives and what “after” could be.

Hi, everyone! In March 2025, I put out a call on tumblr for prompts to micro fics. I was so grateful to receive six prompts, which I turned into six oneshots in my Snapshots of Dahlia collection, the last having been recently posted. It’s always a privilege to be trusted with others’ prompts, and I hope everyone enjoyed. To conclude ‘Romi’s Microfic Fest ‘I thought I’d write this Milo/Sweetheart oneshot depicting a moment I’ve had in my head to celebrate. Thanks for reading! Any and all feedback is welcome and cherished! 

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one shot

worked like a dog!

>> david comes home exhausted from work and shifts

>> hiii this took me a bit of courage to post :) im very shy about sharing my writing haha and they’re probably a bit ooc, sorry about that. also ignore any grammar errors pls

. angel/david .

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David’s boots clicked softly on the wooden floor as he gently closed the front door. It was late in the night, and from the soft buzzing of a random episode of Star Trek in the living room, he could tell Angel was asleep waiting for him. He tugged his muddy work shoes off and set them on their shoe rack next to the front door. He would deal with cleaning them tomorrow.

His muscles ached as he set his coat on the respective coat hanger next to Angel’s. A tired yawn escaped his lips as he scratched his stubble while walking towards the living room.

Angel was curled up in an odd sort of ball on the edge of the couch, resting their face against two pillows stacked against the arm of the couch. They were all cozied up in one of David’s work hoodies. David grumbled at their contorted position, knowing they’d be sore tomorrow from it, but a smile hung on his lips nonetheless. The sight of his mate sleeping peacefully made him feel at ease. Ever since Inversion, Angel struggled with falling asleep, so it was nice to see that every once in a while his mate could get a peaceful night’s rest.

He felt like limbs couldn’t carry him anymore, his job had sucked all his energy out of him. A thirteen hour shift was enough to exhaust him and leave him feeling drained. He was beginning to regret taking such a long job so close to the solstice. All he wanted was to curl up next to his mate and sleep.

All he wanted to do was to shift and curl up next to his mate and sleep. It had been such a long time since he was able to be a wolf and it would refresh his body. He felt comfortable enough to show this side more freely around Angel. It was an intimate thing for David to open that part of himself.

But that came second, what came first was making sure Angel slept properly. And by properly, that meant in a bed.

David leaned over the couch and kissed Angel softly, then trailed his lips up to their forehead where he pressed another kiss onto their skin. His mate let out a muffled groan, blinking up at him sleepily.

“Was that romantic enough for you?” David asked, a sarcastic tone lingered on his voice. Angel had asked earlier that week to ‘wake them up more romantically’ since a kiss on a cheek wasn’t exactly romantic enough according to them. Angel gave a soft laugh, “It was perfect. Did you just get home?” Their voice was heavy with sleep as they tried to stretch in their position.

He nodded and Angel reached a hand up to cup his face, “it was long and boring, and all I want right now is to go to bed with my mate.” He murmured into their hand, leaning his face into their touch. They were so warm and David had to fight to stay awake right there.

“Let’s head to bed then,” Angel said as they were getting up from the couch, but before they could get up all the way, David scooped them up into his arms in one swift motion—like they weighed nothing. “Davey!” They exclaimed, clinging onto his neck. He hummed in response. Angel was too tired to protest as much as they usually would, so they pressed their face into the crook of his neck instead.

He carried them all the way to their bedroom, setting them down on their side of the bed. David stripped off his clothes till he was just in boxers, he paused before looking over at Angel and saying, “Is it alright with you if I shift?” As much as he wanted to, he also wanted to be mindful about his mate’s opinion on having a large wolf in their bed as well. His body relaxed easier as a wolf, and it was more familiar to him. Angel nodded, “you don’t need to ask me, you can do whatever helps you unwind.” They smiled softly from where they were swaddled up in blankets on their bed.

As soon as they finished their sentence, David’s bones twisted as his body shifted into a large, black wolf. He picked himself up onto the bed and curled up next to Angel.

Angel reached their hand over to his head slowly, like they were asking for permission. David flattened his ears and nudged his head towards his mate. They scratched behind his ears as he let out a low rumble.

“We can just take the weekend easy tomorrow, stay in and relax. I’ve been working on that waffle recipe you taught me. They’re much easier than pancakes.” Angel murmured as they laid down and turned to face David. “I don’t need to flip waffles, just put them in the waffle maker and wait for the light to turn green. It’s pretty foolproof, and I know you like your waffles with blueberries, don’t worry.” They added with a chuckle and David responded with a low rumble in his throat.

“We can hang out by the pool too, it’s finally warm enough.” Angel began to ramble while keeping a hand on one of David’s large paws. “[Babe] and I went out shopping the other day and there was a swimsuit I bought that was really cute..” They trailed off when David nudged their face with his nose. They grinned sleepily, “okay, okay, I’ll go to bed now. I love you, Davey.”

David nudged them again in response before closing his eyes and letting out a long breath and the two fell into a soft slumber.

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I just read your beach fic on ao3 and immediately RAN to tumblr to follow you omg

your writing is so so good and the way you write pack dynamics???? I love the interactions between the mates and the inclusion of vincent and lovely 🙏🙏🙏

all of the love I can possibly give you bc wow 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

Oh my goodness thank you so much!! Just woke up to this and you've made my entire week friend, so glad you enjoyed! 🫶

I adore writing lil snippets of different characters interacting (like Darlin and Lovely, and Milo and Baaabe) bc I think there's so much platonic love in this series that's there to be explored! So I'm extra honoured it was something you loved /pos😭

Hope you have a wonderful rest of your day/night, comments like yours inspire me to keep writing!

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Beach Day (Night)

Fandom: Redacted Audio

Characters: David, Asher, Milo, Vincent, Sam, Angel, Baaabe, Sweetheart, Lovely, Darlin

Pairings: David/Angel, Asher/Baaabe, Milo/Sweetheart, Vincent/Lovely, Sam/Darlin

Song: https://open.spotify.com/track/4N4D8Pzrwp1eH75r3FbPHc?si=h4hspIMJSEmIqSwvHvFvlg

Here's a cute lil beach fic with lots of platonic and romantic goodness bc by god do I love the platonic relationships in this world asbfijusikjdfnb. Heads up that Darlin is referred to as Tank and Lovely is called Sparky/Baby Fangs by others. Remember its not tax fraud if its for a party with friends /j.

CW: mentions of beer/drinking

As always here it is on ao3 if that's easier! Please do not feed to AI, claim as your own, or repost to other platforms without my permission. The characters belong to Redacted Audio and this is a fan work. Hope you enjoy!

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The warm summer sun had finally set across the golden sands of the beach. The sparkling dance of waves had settled to a softer sway under the emerging moonlight. One by one, torches ignite as a group sets up tables and chairs along the shore; as the Shaw Pack, and some new vampiric additions, prepare for the night.

~

The sand is a cool relief as David settles next to one of the torches after the set up was finally complete. Sam sees this and winds his way over with a beer and a cup of punch.

“David, I gotta ask, how did you manage to rent an entire beach for the night?” He says handing him the cup.

“Technically, Shaw Security did. For a networking conference. We are making high profile connections.” He half gestures to the three vampires present. “So this is all tax deductible.”

Sam chokes slightly on his beer and David chuckles to himself as he takes a sip of his own. 

“Well, this has certainly been a… productive ‘conference’.” Sam snickers, eyes wandering over the party, landing conveniently on where Tank was helping Asher and Angel with a dangerously large sand castle.

“It was Angel’s idea.” David adds, following his gaze. 

“Surprised they didn't suggest tax evasion first.” 

“They did, this was our compromise.” David snorts, “they set so much of this up.” He smiles fondly.

Sam doesn't comment on the softening of his eyes and sappy expression, he knows he looks much the same when thinking about his Darlin.

“Well you both did a hell of a good job.” He whistles appreciatively. “I see the appeal of a beach now, even if it's a lil chilly.”

“It's better at night.” David remarks. 

Sam hums noncommittally and the two sit in comfortable silence together, watching the gentle bob of waves against the shore.

~

Sheltered next to the picnic table, Asher and Angel were tucked away behind an elaborate pile of sand.

“Tank!” Asher calls at the passing wolf, beckoning them over.

With a fake laboured sigh and a suppressed smile they amble over. “What?”

“Ooh grumpy!” Angel teases, “Come and help us build Chateaux de Greg.”

“Last I recall we left Greg to fend for himself on that lake.” Darlin huffs.

“Ahh he's a frog he’ll be fine.” Asher scrunches his nose. “Besides this was a compromise so we didn't fight over the name, a third party was safer. Even if that party was a slimy green frog.”

Darlin looks over the structure with feigned disinterest. “So why was I called over? Witness before the sea wipes it out?”

Angel’s eyes twinkle at the challenge of dragging the wolf into more shenanigans. “Nope! We were going to ask you for help, but you seem to think we’ve already mastered sand based architecture.”

“We’re planning to knock it down at the end.” Asher tacks on with a lopsided grin.

Darlin glares at the two of them, fully aware of the bait. The two pairs of puppy eyes pleading up at them amid the brightly coloured buckets and spades. “...fine.”

There's a whooping cheer as they're tackled to the ground by the pair. The three laugh in the sand, Darlin ruffling Asher and Angel’s hair as the two stay collapsed on them.

Eventually Darlin finds the strength to stand up, half dragged down by the giggling duo still clinging to them. Hoisting Angel over their shoulder and dragging Asher back towards the sandcastle, they deposit the two back in front of it, plopping down between them.

For the next forty minutes, the trio work meticulously on building up the sandcastle. Asher cemented a solid base, carefully building up to Angel’s instructions while Darlin dug a solid moat around the outside. They each gathered various plants, shells and rocks, carefully embellishing the spires and structures.

Finally, the three stand back and admire their efforts. 

“Woah.” Asher exhales softly. 

“Fucking nailed it.” Angel nods.

“And now we break it… right?” Darling looks at the sandcastle.

There's a long silence.

“It would be a shame not to show our mates at least right?” Asher chimes in.

Angel nods emphatically, pulling out their phone, “And we should get photos.”

“I'll get Sam and the others.” Darlin darts off towards the big group.

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The moonlight over the water lights up the soft waves as Asher carefully guides Baaabe into the water with him. They shiver as they wade in, allowing Asher to pull them close, hands on their waist; gentle but firm. 

“Any particular reason I've been kidnapped?” They tease, wrapping their arms around his shoulders.

He chuckles as he nuzzles against their neck. “Can a guy not want some alone time with his mate?” 

“‘Course he can.” 

“...And I wanted to get the sand out that Tank put down my shorts earlier, but mainly the romantic thing!”

They snort, pressing their forehead to his. “I love you, you absolute goof.”

“Well I'm your goof.” He grins. 

“Yeah, and I'm yours.” They lean in, pressing their lips against his, giggling against him as he pulls them in even closer. 

~

“I'm not going to fetch it. I'm far more dignified than that Baby Fangs”

“Just say you're unable to.” Lovely shrugs with a knowing smirk.

Darlin lets out a small growl. “Why is everyone doing that today?”

“Because it works.”

If looks could kill, Lovely would have died a second time.

“Okay, please Tank?” They plead, knowing Darlin has the biggest soft spot for them. 

Darlin rolls their eyes with a smirk, there's a crunch as they shift into their wolf form.

Lovely gapes at the lithe figure crouched playfully before them. White and grey fur dappled with streaks of red, broken up by scars littered across sturdy muscles. Their eyes are the same though, and that above all else is what makes Lovely’s face light up. 

“I hope you know you're the coolest person I know.” They whisper, fighting every urge to pat the wolf. “And yes I am using you being a wolf to compliment you without you interrupting.”

Darlin huffs and nudges their face into Lovely’s hand, trying desperately to hide their wagging tale. 

They ruffle their fur with a laugh, before lifting up the frisbee. “You ready?”

Darlin nods, making Lovely laugh again at the image of a very serious wolf nodding at the offer of fetch.

They take a step back and fling the frisbee along the beach. Darlin takes off, racing after it, narrowly avoiding David as they leap and snatch it out of the air. 

Lovely is on the other end of the beach cheering in the distance. “Woo! Sorry I used a bit too much vamp strength there!”

They trot back proudly with their victory, not even bothering to hide their furiously wagging tail.

Sam has joined Lovely by this point. “Nice throw there Sparky.” Darling gives a half bark at him. “And good catch Darlin, I was getting to you.” He chuckles, running a hand over their head. 

“You want the next one, cowboy?” Lovely offers him the frisbee.

Sam shoots them a look, before sighing. “Suppose it's better than ‘old man’” he shakes his head, taking the frisbee. “Ready Darlin?”

Darlin woofs in affirmation, and chases after it as soon as it's thrown. This time, just before they can grab it, Milo jumps through the air snatching it from them.

Sam and Lovely watch on in hysterics as Darlin immediately pounces on the smaller wolf.

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“Okay I gotta ask, do you use dress socks?” 

Vincent blinks twice. “Well, I mean it depends, but who wouldn't?”

“AHA!” Milo shouts over the grill to where Sweetheart is standing with Sam. “I WAS RIGHT SWEETHEART!”

“DAMNIT VINCENT.” They yell back with no real vitriol in their voice. “I WAS ROOTING FOR YOU MATE.”

“Sorry?” Vincent calls out hesitantly, looking between the two.

Milo shakes his head, clapping a hand on Vincent’s shoulder. “Do not apologise Vince, I assure you; we're in the right here.”

“If you say so.” Vincent chuckles. “Yeah William always harped on about dress socks… too.” He trails off, biting his lip.

Milo notices the drop in his expression almost immediately. Recognising the hurt from years looking in the mirror of his parents’ flat. “My old man did too.” He murmurs, squeezing his shoulder lightly. “It’s okay to take or leave what you want.”

Vincent just nods, “Yeah, I- I’ll bear that in mind.”

“You know if you wanted we could do a double date.” Milo tactfully switches gears. “We can do a lil fancy thing and all dress up together. Be a nice change from the ‘tshirt at the ritz’ fuckers over here.”

Tension broken, Vincent laughs. “Aside from my Lovely and I going out, I don't have much cause to wear fancy things anymore so absolutely.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Milo smiles.

Suddenly a frisbee flies past them with a Darlin shaped blur chasing not far behind.

“Oh hang on Vince I got this.” Milo shoots Vincent a shit eating grin before shifting into his wolf form and diving at the frisbee, snatching it out of Darlin’s grasp.

He only has a brief moment of smugness before Darlin pounces on him.

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Tossing a bundle of sticks over his shoulder, Sam looks up as he hears footsteps heading towards him.

“Hey there handsome.” Darlin drawls teasingly from where they're leaning against a tree.

“Hey there yourself, baby.” He smirks, “you here to help me out?”

They cross their arms, “Maybe I'm just here to admire the view.”

“A kiss for the view perhaps?”

They snort, stepping closer to him. Cupping his cheek, they kiss him, smiling against his lips.

“Better?” They ask, pulling back.

Sam shakes his head, “not quite.” And the sticks fall to the ground as he pulls them hungrily back in. They respond enthusiastically, pressing closer, relishing the slight sting as his fangs graze their lower lip.

The two take advantage of being alone for a moment. The party is close enough to be heard, but not enough to intrude on the two’s space among the trunks. Muscles relaxed as they hold each other, moonlight draping itself over their shoulders. 

Wordlessly Darlin picks up the sticks he dropped, he takes their hand stopping them. “Five more minutes?”

They nod, returning to his arms once more.

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“Mmm oh fuck these are so good.” Lovely groans over their first bite of one of the skewers. They spin round excitedly to show Tank but instead crash into the hulking figure of David Shaw. He grabs their shoulders quickly to stabilise them as they stumble back.

“Oh I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” They wince as they see the remnants of the kebab smeared across his chest.

He shrugs, “Fine. It’s an easy fix.” He quickly grabs a napkin, wiping it off. “I was planning to go for a swim soon regardless.” “Okay. Well, good.” They wince, attempting to salvage the interaction. “It’s nice to meet you properly, uh, as a vampire now.” Nope. Wrong. They feel the need to melt into the sand increasing.

Something flickers across his eyes for a moment, and they see him glance at Asher quickly, as if checking he’s still there before he shakes it off. “Yeah it is.”

Silence, again.

“You should try the kebabs.” They attempt weakly. “They’re really good.”

“Oh.” He blinks, caught off guard by the sincerity. “Really?”

They nod emphatically, “whoever made these fucking nailed it! It uh, well it reminds me of some good stuff, feels… home-ly. I’ve got to find out the recipe somehow.”

Lovely pauses, tasting the slightly bittersweet words. The first time they’d moved out, finally free they'd helped a neighbor with her shopping. The next day she’d insisted on bringing them dinner and it was the best meal they'd eaten in months. They hadn't seen her since… Adam.

David doesn't reply, picking up a skewer with a far off look. Flashes of the prep time in the kitchen, carefully mixing the sauce and observing, fascinated, as Gabe commandeered the kitchen. He remembers running around with Ash and Milo, waving the sticks around like mighty weapons while Gabe watched over them, laughing. 

“It was my dad’s.” He doesn’t look up from the meat, but a proper smile fills his face. “I'll give the recipe to you.”

“You made this?” They really did try not to sound too shocked. “Wow, yes please, that would be amazing.”

David waves off the compliment, “no worries. Do you cook often?”

Lovely beams at the question. “Yeah, it adds some normalcy to the whole-” they gesture to themselves. “Vincent and I always cook together.”

Their smile warms as they wave over at Vincent who waves enthusiastically back. There's a zip as he sprints over, gives them a peck on the cheek and then runs away again with a laugh. Lovely holds their cheek, flustered beyond belief.

David just waves them away. “Go, we can talk more later.” 

“Thank you David.” They nod bashfully; and with a woosh, they're gone, laughter sweetening the night air.

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“Shit you organised this well.” Milo looks at the bag of various tupperwares Baaabe had brought.

They nod seriously, “always better to be prepared!”

“Well if I trust anyone on that, it's you for sure. Direct me, chef.” 

Baaabe snorts, “technically that title isn't for bakers, nor for making smores.”

“Hey it's still damned impressive what you do, I've seen your work.” Milo praises them, causing them to flush.

“Well… thank you.” They reluctantly accept the praise. “You could help me by putting a marshmallow on every kebab stick.”

Smiling knowingly, Milo gets to work. The pair work in tandem organising the spread and batting away sugar hungry insects. 

“You still owe me those fashion notes by the way.” Baaabe says offhandedly into the quiet.

Milo pauses, turning to them. “You were serious about wanting those?”

“Well, yeah.” They run the back of their neck awkwardly. “Only if you want, but you're the best dressed person I know, I wanna get better.”

Milo looks genuinely touched and struggles to conjure the words. “I… that's damn nice of you to say. I can get those for ya no sweat.”

“Thanks Milo.” They smile bashfully.

“Course. Plus you're always welcome at my place should you wanna try stuff on.”

“Fuck yeah.”

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“Pleaseeee. Please please please!” Ash begs Sam with both hands, drawing Vincent’s attention to the pair.

“What are you begging the old man for?” He asks curiously.

Sam lets out a long suffering sigh. “He wants to bury me in the sand. And quit callin me old.”

Vincent’s face splits into a devilish grin. “Oh come on Sam! It'll be fun - a bonding activity if you will.”

Sam shoots him a withering ‘don’t be an enabler’ stare. It works about as well as it always does.

“Yes! And all you have to do is sit there and relax while enjoying the experience.” Asher adds waving his hands dramatically.

“Fine! Fine. If it'll grant me a little peace and quiet afterwards.” Sam throws up his hands. “I thought I was done baby sitting after Fred and Bright.” He grumbles.

The two men cheer and immediately Asher tosses a shovel to Vincent and shifts and the vampire and werewolf start digging at superhuman speed. 

In no time at all Sam is nothing but an exasperated head above the sand. “Are you two happy now?”

“Oh Sam we're nowhere near done yet my man!” Asher announces, back to his human form.

“I'm thinking Mermaid.” Vincent turns to Asher.

“If you give my mate sand boobs, they better be massive!” Darlin calls over, Angel and Lovely draped over their shoulders for some ownknown reason.

Asher salutes, “yes captain! And recruits.”

Angel and Lovely grin and wave.

The mostly buried southern vampire groans, “should've known they wouldn't back me up, my own partner.”

“Love you baby!” Darlin shouts over.”

“I love you too Darlin.” He grumbles as Vincent starts patting the sand into shape above his chest.

~

Sweetheart is still laughing as they watch their now very sandy partner make his way over to them after getting bored of wrestling Darlin. He pads over to them smugly, prodding their hand with his nose. Immediately they're all over him giving him scratches behind his ears and he lets out a pleased whine.

“You are just covered in sand.” They snort, sitting down and patting their lap. “Can I help?”

In answer he rests his head on their lap, allowing them to run their fingers through his curly brown fur. Soft to the touch, it's therapeutic for Sweetheart to gently pick through the fur brushing off sand and other beach detritus.

“You're worse than Aggro for picking up stuff in your fur.” They tease, cackling as he side eyes them, making no effort to move.

Sweetheart finally finishes picking out the majority of the sand, playing with his fur fondly now. “I love your wolf so much. So handsome.” They kiss his forehead reverently. In return he licks their hand, tail wagging a mile a minute.

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“You look beautiful tonight Lovely.” Vincent murmurs in their ear, appearing behind them without warning.

Far too used to his shenanigans by now they turn and wrap their arms around his neck. “So do you Vincent.” They always made his name sound so beautiful. 

“You having fun, doing okay?” He checks in, arms automatically moving to their waist.

They hum, brushing a piece of hair from his eyes, “it's nice. It helps that Sam and Tank came so I don't feel too out of my element.”

“Yeah I feel so… welcome here. I guess that's the word.” He remarks, beginning to gently sway their hold.

“Are we dancing?” They stage whisper amused.

Vincent flashes his teeth, “why not? Want me to dip you Lovely?”

Quick as a flash they're spinning him round and holding him in a dip. “Not unless I get there first.” They giggle.

He joins in the laughter pressing his forehead to theirs. “I love you, you're so silly.”

“You make me silly in the best way.” Their smile softens, “I love you too.”

~

“How have you found so many? You're like an oceanic magpie.” Sweetheart gapes at the growing pile of various shiny objects Angel had collected.

Angel nods, “I take shiny things very seriously.”

“Teach me your ways, oh chosen one?” Sweetheart quips.

“Take my hand.” Angel declares before dragging the stealth off towards some rock pools.

Angel has already set up a spare torch next to the soot they’d found, illuminating the glittering water.

Kneeling down they beckon Sweetheart to mimic them. “The main thing is not to stir up the sand too much and to be careful of crabs. Sand makes the pool all cloudy, and well, crabs are obvious. They’ll steal your identity.”

Sweetheart really tries not to laugh. But Angel’s glowing expression is too much. The two fall against each other, wiping tears from their eyes.

“Okay okay.” Angel snaps back to business, “let's go hunting.”

Ten minutes later, Sweetheart is frustrated. “I can't find anything.” 

“Hmm?” Angel looks up from yet another pile of various pieces of shells and rocks and pearls. 

“All I've found is this rock.” They sigh, holding out a warm brown rock with tiny flecks of bronze and grey. 

Angel gasps, “that's exactly what I've been looking for! Please trade with me please please please.” They plead.

Sweetheart shoots them a look. “This isn't just to make me feel better is it?”

“Seriously.” Angel deadpans, “I'm no kiss-ass, give me the rock.”

“Woah okay.” Sweetheart hands it over, “I want that shell, Milo likes that shade of yellow.”

They shake hands. “I'll be right back, I just need to check something super quick.” And Angel runs off with a wink, leaving Sweetheart shaking their head amused.

~

“Bend over.”

“What?” David nearly chokes and Ash bursts into laughter so hard he has to walk away.

Angel huffs, holding the stone behind their back. “But I'm called the perv? Okay. I just need to see your eyes for a second.” 

“Fine.” He grumbles, leaning down; allowing them to gently cup his chin as they hold the rock up next to his face. He takes the opportunity to study them. Always having enjoyed watching them focus on something; he admires the unusually serious expression on their face that he only sees when they're designing a new design for work or a new build in minecraft.

“Okay all done.” They chirp, kissing his cheek and going to leave.

“Hang on.” He catches their hand, “do I get an explanation from my spouse?”

Angel feels their heart flutter at the title, subconsciously reaching for their ring. “It matches your eyes, so I'm keeping it for my office.” They hold up the rock.

David Shaw damn near melts into a puddle, it's only Asher’s distant cackling that keeps him grounded.

“Can you help me find one that matches yours? I want one for my office too.” He asks quietly.

“Of course you can join us.” They gesture to Sweetheart. “Kiss first?”

“Kiss first.” He chuckles, bending down to press a proper kiss to their lips.

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A little way out from the main gathering where the torch light didn't reach; Baaabe found Sweetheart lying in the sand.

“You okay?” They ask, peering down at Sweetheart.

“Yeah, I just don't get to see the stars much.” They gesture to the sky, “it's nice to see them properly for once.”

Baaabe smiles, “mind if I join you?”

“Course not.” Sweetheart moves aside to give them room. 

Baaabe settles beside them, resting their head on their shoulder. The chatter of the group next to them drifts over, mixing with the waves. 

“I wish I'd learnt the constellations.” Baaabe remarks wistfully. “It was just a subject I never had time for.”

Sweetheart points up at a bundle of stars to the left, “you can see Orion from here, that big star is the main part of his belt.”

Baaabe nods, watching raptly.

“You can also see Taurus and Aries over there, aaaaand-” they search around for a moment. “-there! Next to Casseopeia, is Camelopardalis.”

They feel Baaabe freeze beside them. “Camelopardalis? Really?”

“You've heard it before?”

“I…” they shake their head, “never mind, just seems familiar. Makes me feel calm.”

Sweetheart thinks for a moment, considering, “did Ash or I ever tell you about Daemons?”

“I researched them and spoke to you about it, remember?” They nod, “why?”

“I know a serenity Daemon called Camelopardalis. I don't know, maybe it's because of him?” Sweetheart prods lightly.

Baaabe shakes their head, “I can’t have possibly met him before though, right? I would remember.”

“I mean, unless this was before you became informed?” 

“Oh. Yes, there’s memory stuff for covert.” Baaabe pauses deflating against Sweetheart. 

Sweetheart tentatively rubs their arm comfortingly. “I don’t… I don’t know how his charges work, but I could ask him. If you’d want.” 

Baaabe nods, gaze fixed firmly on the sky. “...Yeah. I think so.”

A quiet falls over the pair as they turn back to the sky.

“... thank you.” Baaabe whispers into the silence. “I’m glad you’re my friend.”

“Me too.” Sweetheart squeezes their arm. 

~

The night carries on as the group make the most of a quiet beach filled with friends and loved ones. Wild shenanigans and calmer moments mix together into a wonderful night. Eventually it comes to an end, everyone packing up and shaking off sand and heading back home with promises to do it again.

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sillay asher sketch of his revamped look

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i’m having a Bad Art Week so no new designs right now BUT here’s more Guy. thats honey’s hoodie he’s cuddling by the way. don’t know why he didn’t just wear it but yknow. maybe he was too warm after getting back from work and was missing honey <3

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whatever…. freelancer w chronic pain and fatigue. freelancer who doesn’t mean to neglect themself but the time gets away so easily and everything takes so much energy. gavin who teasingly inquires why they haven’t been up and about but it doesn’t take long for him to realize something is more seriously amiss. his freelancer’s skin with a sweat sheen and unkempt hair. gavin who takes matters into his own hands, running a bath for the two of them and scooping freelancer off the bed and gently depositing them into the warm water, settling in behind them so he can get at the nape of their neck while he washes their hair for them. freelancer who sniffles and tries to mumble out an argument about how he shouldn’t have to do this for them- & gavin who shushes them before the sentence is even finished, kissing up their shoulder and whispering against their skin that he lives and breathes to make them feel good; & good can’t possibly be achieved in this state, & he loves them & would take far grander steps to help them than just this.

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Reblog if your art project has not, does not, and never will make use of generative ai at any point in your creative process.

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DISCLAIMER: There are likely going to be spoilers in these for many games. Proceed at your own risk

I posted about it 2 days ago or smth and then promptly forgot about doing it but here they are:

welcome to

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• Various members of the Shaw Pack are fans of the Telltale games. Ash and Milo previously played The Wolf Among Us together while in college. They invited David who wasn’t super interested at the time.

• Once a week for a few months, the Shaw Pack would get together and play through The Walking Dead: The Game. Clementine was declared the pack’s baby and by the end of Episode 5, there was not a single dry eye in the house.

• Angel, Baaabe, Sweetheart, and Sam all have a Stardew Valley world together.

-Angel runs that world like a tight ship. I’m talking spreadsheets, notebooks, a chest in every villager’s house with favored items, the whole shebang.

-Baaaabe and Sweetheart go mining together and will sometimes end up accidentally blowing up either one or both of themselves with bombs.

-Sam’s the fisherman. He finds it peaceful, though sometimes his mic picks up his furious clicking. If he’s not fishing, he’s foraging or tending to the crops/animals. He’s always the first one out the door to pet all the animals every day.

• Darlin’s not much of a gamer, but they like watching Sam play with the other mates. On a quieter night when Darlin’ doesn’t have a gig, they’ll shift and lay around on the couch, watching Sam’s little character run around. They let out a little huff of playful fake jealousy every time Sam gives a gift to a villager. This is usually met with a chuckle and head scratches.

• Lovely likes playing indie games. Hades, Hotline Miami, Undertale, Limbo, Hollow Knight, Mouthwashing. Their current fixation is Balatro and right now, they’re playing through Spiritfarer with Vincent. Eventually, they plan to get Vince to play It Takes Two and Split Fiction with them.

• Damien is not much of a gamer, but he is an enjoyer of soulslike games. He’s also a bit of a completionist. So far he’s 100% on Elden Ring, Dark Souls 1&2, and Lies of P. He’s currently playing Sekiro and plans on playing Black Myth: Wukong after finishing Sekiro.

- Huxley once asked Damien why he liked the soulslike games and Damien told him they were relaxing. That was probably the first and only time Hux has ever looked judgmental of him.

• Dear and Freelancer play Schedule 1 together. They frequently delight in giving their products the most unserious names. Freelancer’s the grower/cooker, Dear is the dealer (and also the one who goes around punching cops and then riding away on their skateboard cackling evilly). Without consulting each other, they both inadvertently went with v-neck, jorts, and sandals for character creation and brush out into laughter when they saw each other.

• During Damn Crew hangouts, Gavin once commented on their lack of diversity in games they play. In response to that, Lasko found and purchased an Xbox 360 with Kinect and now game night also come with a delightful Just Dance 2022 portion of the night. You’ve never seen 6 adults lock the fuck in so quickly.

• Speaking of Lasko, now that he’s gotten more confident in himself, that’ll sometimes come out in games, but very specifically, in Overcooked. He makes the gameplan in his head and he’ll assign people to specific positions and make them make plenty of dishes beforehand, knowing the timer doesn’t start until they start serving.

• Hush LOVES the Pokémon Games. He saw Doc’s GBA sitting on a bookshelf and asked them about it one day. Doc spent the rest of the day explaining (read:gushing) the world of Pokémon and teaching him the basics of Pokémon Emerald. Hush’s favorite Gen 3 starter is Mudkip. (Not biased :3)

• David, Christian, and Arden play Apex together. David’s a Bloodhound/Pathfinder player, Christian’s an Octane/Mirage player, and Arden’s a Wraith main.

• Ollie once tried Genshin Impact for 20 minutes and then uninstalled. He didn’t like it. He felt it was too much like Breath of the Wild. He did like Kaeya’s design though.

• Elliott plays the Assassin’s Creed series. He really liked Black Flag and Odyssey. He refuses to engage with the AC fandom because he finds it toxic and annoying and it’s much more enjoyable when he doesn’t have people whining in his ear about how awful it is.

• Lasko once left The Stanley Parable open overnight and came back super late after work to find an achievement he was never expecting to get.

• Anton plays the Sims every so often where he’ll build his and Love’s dream house and has them living together in it.

• If there’s a game with in-depth main character creation, Elliott spends a lot of time trying to recreate Sunshine in those so he can have them with him on his adventures. Sunshine finds it a little weird to see themselves on screen, but they also find it endearing to see how much attention and care Eli puts into it.

• Milo plays scary games even though he hates them because he knows what kind of awful shit Sweetheart sees on a day to day basis and watching him freak out for a couple of hours is fine with him if it gets their mind off things. Sweetheart also gets a little freaked out by these games, but they’re better at hiding it. Milo’s reactions and commentary keeps them cool and grounded.

• Baaabe has a switch and plays the Yakuza games on it when they cuddle with Asher. Ash loves to feel how engrossed they get in the game when they clutch his fur in shock or they actually sit up and show him the screen, going “Babe, can you believe this??” to which he’ll give a sniff of disbelief, even if he doesn’t really know what’s going on.

• Blake plays rhythm games. Or, I guess, played. Not much time for Osu with a very present being in your head.

• Aaron is just a tetris god??? He’s really good at tetris. His 40 line clear is 0:54.

-This isn’t a headcanon, I just feel the need to share this with you guys, I was looking up the WR on 40 line clear to make sure I wasn’t being super egregious about how fast Aaron could clear it and the WR is 13.650 SECONDS? I am a former Tetris enthusiast and that processing speed is absolutely insane to me.

• Dear is the best at Wordle, Connections, and the Crossword. So far, they have a 72 day streak, with Huxley at 41, and Lasko at 39.

• Guy hates horror movies and Honey is ok with them, the same thing happens with video games. However, Guy’s able to handle it a little better when he watches Honey play horror games. He still gets grossed out by all of the gratuitous gore. When Honey began switching up tactics throughout the current game, he questioned why their playstyle was changing so drastically repeatedly and was absolutely horrified to find out that the Xenomorph’s AI learned from how the player played.

• David and Milo hate Back 4 Blood. (;-;) Asher was fine with it, but they just couldn’t get with the deck system and found it too bloated and unmanageable. They enjoyed the simplicity of shoot zombies.

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If I think of more, I’ll make a part 2, but that’s it for now :D

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I saw that you had requests open and I was wondering if you could draw lasko if you aren't too busy

ALSO YOUR ART IS SO YUMMY OMGSH

new lasko design!! hes actually the reason why i started listening to redacted back then :3c AND THANK YOU SMMMMM some hcs (tho ive alr mentioned the others in my main acc lawl) - white strands of hair from stress - i gave him more moles!! - and had him have this stubble thing goin on - sweaters. - wears piercing retainers when hes in prof mode (he has a lot in his ears but id like to think he also has one in his belly button) - FILIPINO LASKO!

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Hiya happy pride! Could I humbly request hcs of the boys affirming a non-binary and/or ace listener? No pressure of course!

And just wanted to say I adore your writing and headcanons you do such an awesome job and it's always a joy to see your work on my feed!!

Happy pride!! I would be happy to :D

And thank you very much, that's very sweet of you to say 💙

For this I'm going to be using Sunshine :] (and my Elliott is trans masc so a few of the headcanons will involve that)

Sunshine came out as nonbinary shortly after their car crash. According to them, life is to delicate to live it pretending to be someone you're not

They were more nervous to admit it to themself than anything, but after a positive reaction from Elliott, they felt more confident in their own skin

Elliott took them out on a huge shopping spree to celebrate (despite their insistence that he didn't need to) because he thought their wardrobe needed a refresh

Elliott also spent a fair amount of time researching gender neutral compliments and phrases because he wanted to make sure they would feel as comfortable as possible with him (they already did)

Sunshine learned that Elliott can very easily become their personaly cheerleader (he bought the outfit and everything)

When Sunshine started HRT (hormone blockers primarily) they were understandably very nervous. The thing that helped them through it was helping Elliott with his hormone shots. Mainly because they knew he was putting on a brave face for them, puffing up his chest, looking them in the eye, and tearing up a little when they kissed his cheek

After that they felt a bit more comfortable sitting on the counter so that Elliott could help them do theirs (I dont actually know much about the specifics of hrt and hormone blockers unfortunately, but I think they'd do it together even if it wasn't a situation that required Elliott to do the action for them)

Sunshine learned how to do their makeup after coming out. It took a lot of trial and error, but they discovered they really enjoy doing clown/jester style makeup. Elliott thinks it makes them look ethereal, especially when they coordinate an outfit with the makeup

Elliott had to get some kind of surgery (like wisdom teeth or smth), and after waking up from the anesthesia, he went on an hour long ramble about how amazing his partner is. While they were driving home, Sunshine put their phone on the dash to record the ridiculous yet oddly endearing mess of their boyfriend. They rewatch that recording often. Whenever they're out of town or feeling dysphoric/upset, they bring up that recording and watch the way Elliotts eyes lit up and the dopey smile that spread across his face

In dreamscapes, Sunshine is almost always enraptured by the way Elliott can make colors seem so magical. Elliott always says they're the most magical part of everything he makes and exemplified that by pointing out how the dreamscape reflected them. The color of their eyes reflected back to them, and the way the windchimes sound like a whisper of their laugh

They're the most beautiful part of his world and Elliott will never miss an opportunity to remind them of that

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Happy Pride Month!!! ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

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Happy Pride folks!!

Happy Pride Month!

Faust is back for the 5th time! If you want to use the flag of your choice as an avatar, they're under the cut. They're free to use as long as it's for personal use only.