#redacted asmr shaw pack

[tommytomatoe]

i always imagine sweetheart being like the nardwuar of the redacted universe. like, all the mates will be chilling then sweetheart just says some shit about one of them that no one else would know. for a very specific and random example, let's say all the mates were watching titanic;

babe: man, i love this movie.

sweetheart: we all know it’s not for the plot considering you had that leonardo dicaprio obsession when you were 13.

angel: we all actually didn’t know that…

angel: there’s no way me and davey would fit on that door.

sweetheart: well shifters do run warm so maybe they’d last longer in the water than regular humans.

babe: i’d fight an old lady for one of those lifeboats then put me and ash in it.

sweetheart: just like you fought an old lady inside target for the last box of hot fudge sundae pop-tarts last week?

babe: how the fuck did you-

angel: did you win?

babe: duh. but seriously what the fuck? were you there?

sweetheart: i’m everywhere :) 

babe: hated that…

angel: do me do me! i want a creepy stalker fact!

sweetheart: i know you left your first pet squiggles the hamster’s cage in the sun when you were young causing its untimely demise. 

babe: squiggles?

angel: i thought he wanted to sunbathe… :(

that being said, sweetheart would totally be the best gift giver cause they know every interest you’d ever had, past or present. they are basically omniscient and its either really cool or super unsettling. 

[mr-laveau]

POC (Black) Queer Redacted Audio Culture is...

Knowing that those Shaw pack gatherings are definitely cookouts and David is cooking and serving at them, Asher is with Baaabe and the kids while SH and Milo are chatting with the aunties and uncles. You know they are making that cookout phenomenal.

David is in a pair of hoochie daddy shorts too, I know that's for sure.

[brainrotcharacters]

"I'm gonna succ it out of him."

"I don't think I consented to that."

[slightlystupidhun]

Skating Around Us

Summary: An Asher x Baabe Fic. Asher is a hockey player and Baabe is a figure skater. @itsdaifuku is the reason for this fic!!!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

It was around four in the afternoon. Technically their rehearsal didn’t start until 6 in rink B, but they couldn’t help wanting to get in some practice before hand. They tightened their laces before standing up and stepping out into rink C. The cool air was a nice contrast to the warmth provided by their leggings and workout shirt. They took out their headphones placing one in each ear before taking out their phone and tapping open their Spotify. They selected their warm up playlist and began circling the ice, gradually starting some of their tricks.

Once they felt fully warm they opened their phone once more, thumbing their short program song. It was one of their favorites to skate to. They absolutely loved it. It was “I put a spell on you” Nina Simone. It just the right mixture of smooth and seductive. It showed a side of them not many others got to see. They skated to the center of the rink draping one arm over their head, the other was dropped to their left side. Their head was facing down on the left as their left knee was also pumped.

With the first few keys of the piano sounding they came to life. They skated forward a few feet before wrapping their arms around themself, spinning in a circle. They pushed out as they began skating the outside of the rink. They weaves around the ice coming back center putting their hands on their head rolling their neck around. Their hand came down their front as they reached forward, skating backwards.

They picked up the pace as they turned back to the front doing a building up to a salchow, the momentum propelling them forward to the entrance of the rink. It was then that they saw an entire team of hockey players staring at them. They quickly stopped everything they were doing, grabbing their phone, stopping their music, and ripping out their headphones. They nervously skated to the edge of the rink by where the entrance was.

“I’m sorry. I was just practicing.” They said as they hurriedly stepped off the ice going to grab the bench their bag was sat on.

“Don’t worry about it. Alright, everyone on the ice. Ash, put on your skates already!” Their captain called out rolling his eyes at his teammate.

“Yeah Buddy! I’ll get it right now!” He said walking over to where they were sat on the bench. “Hey!” He greeted when he plopped down beside them. They partially jumped due to the sudden change of weight, the bench did too.

“Oh Hello.” They replied waving at him and removing their skates.

“Oh! Those are cool skates!!” He cheered staring at their skates as he slid his own pastel pink and yellow ones on. Their skates were purple, and covered in glitter. These were their backup ones, ones they used when they weren’t performing, or practicing with their coach, William Solaire.

“Thanks! Made em myself.” They said proudly, slipping into their running shoes. They finally got a good look at the stranger. His pretty blonde hair, that was somehow already messy despite not yet beginning practice. His black and grey practice jersey that heightened his bright smile. His kind eyes as he looked at them. Oh God! They were staring at him. They quickly averted their eyes.

“Well you must be pretty good at it then… I take it you’re a figure skater? You one of Williams? Don’t worry I won’t tell!” He tried to make conversation, leaning in to whisper the last part to them, as if it was a secret. He laced up his shoes as they laughed.

“Yeah, I’m one of his. So you play hockey?” They knew they were asking about the obvious but something about him made them want him to speak more. He had a good voice. And they were staring again. They needed to get that under control. He leaned into them grabbing his hockey stick in his opposite hand.

“Guilty.” He waved the stick around, slightly. He was about to open his mouth to say something else when he was cut off.

“ASH! STOP FLIRTING AND GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE.” Another player from the team yelled.

“ALRIGHT TANK! I’m on my way!!” He yelled back. He finally got up from the bench and towered over them, just a little. He began to walk away before turning back to them, “See you later skater!” If that wasn’t the worst pun they’d ever heard, but they still couldn’t stop themself from smiling. They looked at the number plastered on the duffle bag he left on the bench, number 27. It was then that their alarm went off. 5:30. It was time to head over to their practice, they hoped they would stop grinning like an idiot before Vincent or heaven forbid Angel saw them.

——

They made it onto the ice in Rink B about five minutes before their practice started. William was already there with his thermo in his arms. Vincent was skating around Lovely as they prepared for their lifts and Angel was on their way over to the Skater.

“Hey Skates!” Angel greeted as they made their way over. It was a nickname they had received from the cheery skater after they laid eyes on the wonderfully decorated, purple skates and soon everyone started calling them that. They quickly shoved on their boring white skates, tightening the laces and walking over to the ice.

“Sup Angel, how are you doing?” They asked bending down to touch their toes before stepping into the rink.

“I’m doing good, but uhm, what was that face you made about?” They inquired in a song song voice.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, they waved their hand to disregard any further push into the reason they were smiling like that.

“Alright everyone.” Williams voice broke through, signaling to everyone there to gather in. “We have qualifiers this weekend as you know. I understand you all have been working very hard, and I appreciate that, but we need to go out there and show our best work. Especially after what happened last season. I won’t sugar coat it. After Alexis left in the middle of last season I could tell everyone’s morale has been low.” He paused for a moment, debating his next words carefully. “I know it was a very hard time for all of us. I have recently gotten word that she has decided to join the northern regions team. She will be your competitor this season. So let’s all go out there and leave it on the ice alright?” He smiled at them reassuringly. “I’ll start working with Angel and Skates on their individual pieces. And then Vincent and Lovely there are some things in specific I would like to catch up on. For now continue warming up on the far side of the ice.”

——

Practice had gone smoother than they thought. They were in a great spot and had actually performed better today than they ever had. They were in the zone.

As soon as practice finished they quickly took off their skates, throwing them in their purple bag, shoving on their running shoes. They walked out into the main area, pushing past two large glass doors and walking over to rink C, curious if the stranger they met before was there. He was. It looked as though he was playing left winger, the captain was center, and the one who had called him over was right defenseman. There was also a taller man at left defenseman, a short man with curly hair as goalie, and someone who’s name they couldn’t make out as right winger. They watched as he maneuvered around the other members of his team and shot the puck, sending it reeling into the back of the net.

The way he cheered and took off his helmet had them giggle to themself. He was so adorable. They were about to turn around and stop peering through the glass doorway, when their gaze met his. They shyly smiled at him as he winked at them, smile as toothy and bright as ever. They couldn’t wait to see him again. They hoped it would be sometime soon.

@itsdaifuku !! I hope you like part 1

[daisyyy-do]

Praying we get a valentines audio this month of Angel and David planning the wedding PLEASE ERIK I BEG OF YOU

[latenightsleeper]

Fellow Darlin’-Chrissy Truther here, you can’t NOT tell me what this storyline for them is! I have one of my own as well, but I’m always intrigued by other ways of viewing the same story!!! (Sorry to bother, but I’m so psyched that someone else agrees about this!)

A WILLING SACRIFICE—(*grabs you*) okay so, I’m so happy you asked!!!!! I have a lot to say about them so I’m very excited to tell you

Okay some basic info about my version of Tank is that their humanborn, hence why they have a harder time connecting with the pack. They don’t understand the magical world and by proxy, the Shaw pack as well someone who wasn’t a humanborn would. I mean, I think we all known how biased the empowered world is to humanborns (cough cough DAMN cough DUMP cough cough) their parents were a bit…late to understand their needs as a shifter and even later to fully grasp what was happening, let alone accept it. The scare on their cheek was a testament to that

So, here’s teen Tank, with a very messed up attitude about themselves and feeling isolated within minutes of being introduced to the pack. Once again, the pack kids already have an understanding of the world around them so they do things very much differently than Tank is used to. Things Tank has no idea how to do or even understand, it’s been said before Tank wasn’t close to David or Asher growing up but even then. I’d imagine someone would try and help tank get used to and understand their new life. It didn’t alway work and the questions they asked were hard to answer or know why they asked.

Enter Christian, born into an empowered family and taught everything Tank wanted/needed to know since he was a baby, just as much as a loner as Tank was since he wasn’t a legacy kid like David or Asher as well as having a decently bad attitude… he was a huge dick to Tank when they first came, like full on asshole the way teens are when a new kid who doesn’t understand what you think is basic knowledge shows up. Chris was relentless in his teasing and childish jokes, always laughing at their innocent questions and chiding their attempts.

Tank didn’t take it laying down tho.

They fought, a lot. Verbally, physically, pranks and tricks. They were at each other’s throats from the second they woke up, to the second they went to bed. Rinse, cycle, repeat. Like clock work, some of the older pack members had some bets they’d kill each other before they got along.

Surprisingly they do start to get along, but not in the way people thought they would. My personal HC is that Christians parents weren’t the…best, this feeling coming from Chris sisters specifically using “ if you didn’t help raise him “ when the Asher and Milo tease him about Amanda and call him Chrissy(which seems to be a family nickname?). Maybe I’m reading into it a bit much, maybe I’m not. I’ll keep on rolling with it till Erik proves me wrong (not likely tho with how much he writes parental problems with his characters)

Both Christian and Tank have that in common and big places gossip, people talk and the walls have eyes. They started to see each other as something like kindred spirits, bad attitudes and shitty parents with more than a few people willing to let them dig a big hole for them to throw themselves down. They still fought and shit but it was more like a game to them both, some way to keep active and to have fun. Bloody noises and complaints from local law enforcement aside.

Things changed tho, Tank and Chrissy were still close but it was harder and harder for Tank to take the isolation from the pack. They had Christian, they’d always have him but he started to find his place, hell he even started to see Amanda. Tank? Nothing, just..an outsider.

Enter Quinn, I don’t really think I need to explain what happened with him.

Being with Quinn just drives a bigger wedge between Tank and the pack, even Christian. They start making excuses and excuses, they still showed up when he needed or asked them but there was something wrong. Just something off, maybe it was this new guy Tank was seeing, maybe it was how Tank was hiding something from him. But Tank never showed so he never asked.

Then he gets a call that Tanks in the healers, something about a rough Vamp and them being hurt. He was the only one they could think of for Tank, their parents are gone and aren’t even on the list for emergency contacts.

He leaves hours later with a promise to catch up next time when their more healed and rested, not knowing right after he left. That be the last he’d see of Tank.

Tank lies as we know to David about heading to their parents to heal and they lie to Christian about catching up. Both for the same reason, to keep the pack and most importantly-to keep Christian safe. Tank just hopes the hurt from them leaving will keep him off their trail.

Christian doesn’t know their gone till they don’t show at the pack meeting and David tells everybody the news. Christian immediately knows something is wrong and is deeply hurt, but he knows tank better than anyone else. He didn’t look for them bc he knew they didn’t want to be found-not now at least and he wanted to trust Tank at least told the truth about them just leaving to heal.

And then a month passes, then another and then it becomes close to a year. (Ten months to be precise, I counted )

Contact with Tank is minimal before drying out on everyone but David and that’s just checking in to see if their alive.

Then David finds out a full year later (once again did the math, tank was actually hunting Quinn outside of Daliha for about 10 months and then showed up, it took David a full 3-4 months after that to realize something was up) and gives Tank a rightful talking too and tells them to show up to the next meeting. so who would show up to the next pack meeting?

Tanker and they look very different than anyone saw them, especially Christian. More scars than he remembers and a haunted, sad, angry look in those eyes.

This is just general lore, don’t have all the kinks worked out but man lemme tell you! There is a lot to Tanker and Chrissy’s relationship, lots of emotions and stuff

[sillyguymilooooo]

Holy fart I love ur Tank

AND DAVID 🤤🤤🤤 eats everything

God I love drawing scars.

[aggro-my-beloved]

so um let me introduce all new redacted fans to the shaw pack

[sincerelywhistler]

Tight squeeze

Bonus Davey image because I know no self restraint (& the actual post)

[thatpadfooted-boy]

friendly reminder that:

"Shaw" in Gaelic means wolf.

"Talbot" means light-colored breed of hound.

"Greer" means alert, watchful, and swift.

[dawnofiight]

I offer to the public: Black Sam!

So. Erm. :D

Peep the way I didn't feel like doing plaid

Taglist:

@achios

@angel-shaw (I just felt like you should be @ ed for this particular drawing-)

@ashertickler

@aurorialwolf

@dukecollinsbf

@infinitelovewiithoutfulfilmentt

@moronkyne

@pandoraroid

@plaqying

@porters-fangs

@professionallyyappinabtangst (I literally just showed you this)

@puffin-smoke

@skunkox

@starlogician

@sunsickcrab

@themeridian

@tunacatfishes

@www-dot-why-are-you-here-dot-com

@zimix-whispers

[tommytomatoe]

i saw on tiktok people saying they thought babe’s character was boring, and they’re not wrong.

hear me out.

compared to the other listeners, babe has no personality. let’s focus in on the shaw-pack listeners exclusively. angel’s a hyper-active, childish character, sweetheart’s a hard working detective, darlin‘s got a whole past that took 3 videos to cover. compared to the rest, we know almost nothing about babe. there was an earlier video when asher talked about their work struggles but that was it. that’s all we know about them; they’re a semi workaholic.

and while it does suck because there’s not a lot of development for us to follow with them, i don’t fully hate it. it gives us as creatives a lot of leeway on how we want babe, or other listeners to be. whenever characters have too much personality, it can be hard to relate to them. i love the work and dedication we get from erik, and there’s a TON of characters and listeners he writes for so we’re bound to get a semi-boring one every now and then. so far, that’s how a lot of us view babe. they’re just someone to ride along with asher in his journey, never someone to take the wheel.

i hope in the future they can have a moment, like give babe the spotlight for a second. even if, for writings sake, it’s a babe and angel moment. there’s so much you can do with two humans navigating the supernatural world. use it!

TL;DR: babe has wasted potential and deserves a subplot of SOME kind.

[mr-laveau]

"That's a hell of a look, sweetheart"

Listen and listen well, that audio irreversibly changed my brain chemistry and now I cannot ever just be normal about Milo Greer. I can't. It's impossible.

[brainrotcharacters]

In order, that's Milo, Asher, and David

[slightlystupidhun]

Niente

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

A band AU I’m writing! Sorry if it’s bad! There is no magic in this universe, just music! @puffin-smoke did an amazing Redacted Band AU that you should check out too!

CW: Grooming, use of drugs,drug abuse, Kody, Blake, Quinn

Niente; To nothing; indicating a diminuendo which fades completely away…

Tanks Eyes lit up as they saw the message from Quinn. They were so enthralled to be in contact with him. They quickly thumbed open the message and silently read it to themself.

QUINN: Hey Precious, you didn't stick around the other night? Was it that you wanted to stand me up, or your brootish brother was hiding you away?

Tank smiled to themself and bit their lip. They slightly laughed at Quinns descriptor of David

TANK: We had to leave pretty quickly unfortunately… T-T

QUINN: Well, I have another gig tonight if you wanted to show… But if you don't, I'll just assume you hate me ;)

TANK: I don’t have band practice tonight so I could… but I don’t have a ride and I’d have to sneak out… seems like too much trouble…

QUINN: What are you afraid of a little trouble?

TANK: No…

QUINN: I’ll come pick you up… Text me your address and I’ll be there by 7:30 precious.

Tank smiled to themself as they sent him their address. This was their chance to get close to him, to get to know the singer they had been such a fan of since they were fifteen. They quickly got dressed and ready to go, taking a little more care than usual into what they looked like. Opening their window they scanned their room once more before crawling out. Lights beamed directly at them, flickering on and off twice, just as they told Quinn to do. They walked over to the all black Rolls Royce and quickly got in.

“Hello Precious.” Quinn smiled at them. “Have a fun time crawling through your window?”

“Oh, it was thrilling.” They spoke sarcastically as they fastened their seatbelt. Quinn drove off shortly after that.

“So, how long have you been playing?” Quinn asked as he peeked over at them through the corner of his eyes.

“I’ve only been playing electric guitar for about a year and a half… but I’ve been playing acoustic for about six years…” They spoke using their hands to add emphasis to their words.

“Ahh so you’re pretty fresh to the scene then? Want some advice?” Quinn smiles over at them.

They look at him for a moment, their eyes turning bright, THE Quinn Fox was offering them advice. “Sure.” they nodded trying to play it cool.

“If a devilishly handsome musician from a pretty famous band asks you to go somewhere, you say no. Unless of course that man is me.” He smiled at them cheekily. “Some men out there want the wrong things and use their fans. Not me though. I see your true talent…. You are truly remarkable, Tank.”

They felt their face flush as they nodded at his words. Their bright orbs staring into his oddly dark ones. “Okay…”

The concert went on as usual and Quinn performed with such charisma that anyone would fall for him. “Temptation eyes, Looking through my, my, my soul.” Quinn sung out and glanced over at Tank smirking at them, as if he was singing to them. After the show they waited backstage in his dressing room for him.

They looked around at the posters and costumes set up in the room. They heard the familiar turning of the door knob and sat up properly, waiting for the band to enter. Once they did, Quinn took the liberty of introducing everyone.

“Alright everyone this is Tanker from that group that opened for us a few days ago, DxW… And Tank This is Kody, our Drummer.” He said pointing over to Kody, a man with Tan skin and dark blue hair, his eyes were an icy blue and he looked at Tank with an off putting smile. “This is Blake, our Electric Guitarist.” He pointed at a rather plain looking man, he had brown hair and a piercing on his lip, however, his dark brown eyes sent a shiver down Tank's spine, their instincts telling them to run. “And this ray of sunshine is our bass guitarist Vega.” He looked over his shoulder at the man with magenta locks and hazel eyes. The man was sat up in the corner taking a long drag of his cigarette, already separating himself from the group. He didn't seem as scary as the others.

“Ever had a cig?” Quinn asked Tank as he sat down next to them on the couch and put his arm around them.

“No… I don’t smoke really…” Uncertainty rang out in their tone as Quinn handed them the lit cigarette.

“Well we can't have that now can we? How about you give it a go?” He nudged them on the shoulder as they took the cigarette. “It's easy…just suck and blow.” He spoke in a flirty tone as he leaned closer to them, “You can do that can’t you?” His lips ghosted across their ear, sending chills down their spine.

They nodded, taking the cigarette into their mouth, they inhaled the smoke and fell into a coughing fit, their cheeks turning red. The group around them laughed and their faces heated up with embarrassment. They quickly handed the cigar back to Quinn.

“Aww can’t handle a little puff pup.” Kody spoke in a gross intoxicating voice.

“Don’t you fucking call me that.” Tank spoke firmly, their tone low.

“Ooh a feisty little rat you brought along Quinn.” Kody huffed out a laugh. “I bet they’d be fun to play with.” Kody moved over to and reached a hand out for them before it was whacked away.

“Have some fucking tact, asshat.” A smooth voice spoke. Tank looked up to meet Vega, his cigarette hanging loosely from his lips as he glared at Kody. “This kid is like half your age, don’t play with them like that…”

“Ever the protector of justice is our Vega,” Quinn spoke patronizingly, sarcasm dripping from his voice. “Relax Vega, their nineteen. They’re an adult, old enough to make their own choices.”

“Barely…” Vega mumbles under his breath.

After Quinn dropped them back home Tank tried to sneak through their window as quickly and as quietly as possible.They slid up the window and swung their leg over the ledge, pulling themself through. They made it in, safely, and presumably unsuspected. They quickly turned around and shut the window, making sure to latch it shut. That's when their bedroom light flicked on. They didn't dare turn around to face who caught them.

“Have fun Kiddo?” Gabes voice echoed through their room. His tone indicated that he was not genuinely asking and he was actually quite upset.

“Gabe, Uhm Hi…?” Tank asked, sweating bullets. They finally turned around to face him to see him leaning in their doorway.

“Hi.” He spoke out as he moved two steps into their room, shutting the door behind him.

“What's up?” Tank said folding their arms and biting their lip, a dead giveaway that they were nervous.

“What's up is that when I knocked on my child's door at eight, they didn't answer, so I walked in the room to make sure they were okay, and they weren't there. Crazy Right?” He folded his arms, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “So naturally I go to David to ask if he knew of any plans they had, and guess what? He Didn't. But he did let me know that they were possibly out with a famous rockstar almost double their age. So I waited in their room until.” He paused to check his watch. “Around 4:33am when they tried sneaking back into their bedroom. That's what's up, Tanker.”

“I’m Sorry, I should've told you, I just didn't want you to freak out, or say no.” They said sitting on their bed.

“And I would've said no. You should not be hanging out ALONE with four fully grown men.” He said, giving them a stern look.

“Dad, I’m nineteen years old. I’m an adult.” They said huffing and rolling their eyes..

“Okay First, drop the attitude. And Second, even IF you think you qualify as an ‘Adult’ you will always be my kid.” He moved closer to them, sitting on their bed. “I don’t approve of you hanging out with them alone. I have a bad feeling about it. But since you are an adult I can’t physically stop you. Please be smart. I know you can be.”

“Dad, I’m literally just hangin. I’m smart enough to think for myself! I’m not an idiot.”

“I know you aren't an idiot, I just want you to use your brain here! I don’t want you to get hurt.” He said in a slightly exhausted tone.

“Well, I’ll be fine. I can take care of myself. They wouldn't hurt me dad. Besides, David is probably much too scary for them to even think about hurting me.” They joked.

“Kid, I’m serious, I don't trust them.” He stands up and moves to the door.

“I’m literally fine. It's whatever, I’m just gonna go to bed.” They roll their eyes and lay down.

“We’ll talk about this later.” He says as he closes their door. They knew they were already infatuated with Mr.Fox and wanted to spend as much time with him as they could. Something about him made them feel special.

Tank only fell deeper in with Quinn after Gabes passing. The whole Band was on the way back from a concert, Gabe deciding to drive the truck, leaving the Band in the bus. As they were passing a light, a Drunk driver failed to stop and crashed head on into his truck. Tank remembers running out of the bus, alongside David and rushing over to Gabe. By the time they got to him he was already too far gone. He couldn't speak, couldn't move, he only smiled at them, tears rushing down his cheeks, as he drifted off to sleep for the last time. Tank stopped including themself in the group outside of concerts and band practice. Milo ended up bringing in his partner as the band's new manager to help the transition from Gabe running everything.

Things continued like this for the next few months, Tank would sneak out and meet up with Quinn and his band. Fortunately, DxW was also growing in popularity, so they played more gigs which allowed Tank to slip away easier since everyone was so tired. Slowly the group introduced Tank to a whole new attitude and way of life, As well as a few substances to kickstart their addiction both to the band and to the drugs.

Quinn also began getting more physically intimate with Tank. He would find himself being close to them, and even kissing them often before it would branch out into full on makeout sessions. The first time Quinn kissed Tank they were both sitting on the couch. He slowly leaned over and let his lips touch theirs. His lips were dry and hot and it never felt right but again, Tank was addicted to Quinn. Addicted to finding out his deepest darkest secrets. Addicted to the attention. Addicted to knowing someone who seemed to want them.

—————

A/N: song credit- Temptation Eyes- The Grass Roots

[daisyyy-do]

I have so many thoughts which I’m going to articulate in the morning. But. Angel plays as Daisy. Milo said Daisy. My name is Daisy. Daisy is not okay. AHHHHHHSBSNDNBSNSNDNSNSMSNNSMSMSMS