Sometimes the fandom feels really ‘cliquey’ its hard to make friends here because everyone’s already in friend groups which is completely fine but I wish people would be more open :(
Found this in my notes app, and I believe it was a concept for the Vega/Darlin' fic I made AGES ago (how time flies!). I wanted to make this a chaptered story, so the timeline of events is still fuzzy, but let's just say Darlin's/Wallflower's luck is just as bad as canon :D
So here you go for those that might be interested~
Edit: typo alert- it's "slipped down their cheek toward their chin". The word "not" shouldn't be there ^.^
the problem with character.ai isn’t that it’s fanmade. the fans are not the issue. the issue is that once that AI gets its hands on erik’s characters & world, it is literally never going to let them go. for such huge franchises as idk maybe marvel or dc, this isn’t such an issue, although i’m sure their rabid copyright would still be displeased. redacted is a small channel.
theft of intellectual property doesn’t mean that a fan has taken redacted characters as their own. it means that now that the AI HAS THEM, it is going to use them in other context. it will spread beyond control because you literally cannot control it. the moment something is injected into the sick, mycelium cortex the AI calls a brain, it is NEVER LEAVING. you can’t remove it. without erik’s express permission, this is a vastly rash action to take.
you are giving another entity permission to use erik’s characters as it chooses, to profit off of them - that’s the main thing that defines copyright, the ability to profit. this is why disney goes rabid when people make t-shirts with mickey mouse’s symbol on them. i’m not going to call you stupid, i’m going to call you short-sighted. think about the AI puppeteering these beloved characters of yours rather than simply seeing them as they are presented to you. please. if you wouldn’t load a fic into an ai & ask it to finish it (and if you would, you are the lowest, most contemptible creature ever to walk this earth <3) then consider the ramifications of your actions in this regard.
Please, spread this for those who might need it right now
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Take care of yourself and each other. Please stay safe ♡
to all my american followers, it is your right as a citizen of this country to have your vote counted. many elements call this election into question. you can directly contact the white house about this.
click on this text to go to the white house's website
submit directly to the president
click the first option and select your reasoning as election security
state these pieces of information in a paragraph:
32 fake bomb threats were called into democratic-leaning polling places, which caused the polls to be closed for at least an hour
people are reporting their ballots weren't counted for various unsound reasons (signature invalidation, information that the vote counter couldn't have had)
this all occurred in swing states (pennsylvania, nevada, georgia)
it's all too coincidental that these things happen and swing in trump's favor after months of hinting at foul play
directly state that an investigation for tampering/interference/fraud is required -- not just a recount
(this information is ripped from tweenyseeks on twitter, but i feel justified in sharing it, as the fate of the american people is in the balance)
Hi hello! I'm back with more stuff. This time as a poll!
I helped host a handful of fic/art/etc swaps in an old discord server, but wanted to do one for the redacted fanbase! I feel like there sometimes is a lull in events, and the joy of the redactobers made me want to do this!
But! I personally only have the capacity for one, I am a full time worker with a side business, and an time-intensive hobby, so adding this to the plate would be a lot, much less two? Impossible for me. Plus! I know a lot of creatives are in a similar boat, so trying to participate in two swaps? Or chosing between the two? That doesn't make it fun.
❄️The winter one would open in the middle of November, with assignments given at the end of November. Check in would be at the end of December, and swap date would be end of January.
💌 The valentine's one would open at the beginning of December, assignments would be given middle of December. Check in would be the middle of January, and swap date would be middle of February (likely Valentine's Day or the day prior)q
So! Tl;dr vote for which of the two you would be more interested in! Please! I want this to work out, so I would appreciate reblogs and shares, even if you can't/wouldn't articipate! Poll was opened on Nov 1st, will close in 1 week on Nov 8th!
Thanks besties, deviants and babes!
which event would you like to participate in more?
Should note this will be a SFW event! I love nsfw redacted content as mych as the next listener, but for my own sanity, not having to age check, and the sake of including as many folks as possible, it would be SFW. If you *only* do NSFW content, we can chat and find a way to make it work, but please, if you can do SFW content, do SFW content for this
Also if you vote I beg of you to reblog. I am not big in the community. Word of mouth is the only thing that gets these events going.
Have some things to get me hyped on writing my poly Quinn/Sam/Darlin' fic (someone who isn't me please come up with a name for that fucking ship):
•Quinn goes to therapy now. Yay.
○He's still a manipulative piece of work though, don't get me wrong, but Sam and Darlin' both know how to deal with that kind of person by now so his "Sammy, precious, please let me eat you owo" doesn't work on them anymore.
•When the idea of rehabilitating Quinn instead of killing him was first put on the table, Darlin' was the first person the Department turned to, and they still don't quite know why they agreed to help
○The idea of letting Quinn live with them was thoroughly discussed between them and Sam (and during that discussion both ended up admitting that getting to beat the shit out of Quinn was something they both found very hot) and when both agreed to try to help him, they had to talk to the pack and the clan about it.
○Spoiler: neither the Solaires nor the Shaw pack was thrilled about this development but Darlin' and Sam went along with it anyway because fuck it.
•Also yea Quinn calls Sam "Sammy"
○He will deny it until he's ash on the wind but Sam likes it.
○Darlin' doesn't tho (they're just jealous that Quinn gets their mate flustered more easily than they do)
•They have stay-in date nights where they wash each other's hair, do skin care together, do their nails and share pack & clan gossip
•Quinn is banned from the kitchen.
•Because they're trying to have a healthy relationship, Darlin' established early on that they don't want Quinn to bite them for the first few months of their newfound life together
○This also goes for Sam, and Quinn was very upset about both of those rules/requests ("upset" as in he pouted for fifteen minutes before getting distracted by something on tv)
○Quinn was very open to the idea of being bitten tho but neither Darlin' nor Sam have actually done any of that with him
•Darlin' sleeps with a knife under their pillow now because David told them to.
○Quinn knows and is strangely unbothered
•Sam gets lectured or cat-called for his choice of clothes whenever he leaves the house. The former is usually Quinn and the latter is usually Darlin', but not always.
•Quinn sleeps on the couch and really tries to be a good person about it but one time when Sam and Darlin' were out, he did almost give in to temptation and took a nap on Darlin's half of their bed.
○He didn't, though, and is way too proud to ever speak of having wanted to sleep cuddled up in his partners' blankets
○Neither Darlin' nor Sam feel sorry for forcing Quinn onto the couch. He hogs blankets. Nobody wants that kind of behavior in their bed.
[TW: Character Death, Alcoholism, Drunk Driving, Grief]
It was already dark when Gabe finished up his security gig and drove toward home. There was nothing out of the ordinary, just a crisp autumn night in early September. He had the radio on in his truck, listening to whatever songs came up without a worry in the world. He came to a green light, quickly checked both ways and progressed.
Colm was also on his way home after a night of relapse at the bar. He was leaning over to the passenger’s seat to grab another beer - one hand on the wheel, lead foot on the gas pedal, no eyes on the road. He sped through the intersection, oblivious to the red light and Gabe’s truck passing through the center.
The alpha had tried to avoid it, but what could he do? By the time he saw the little black car charging toward the driver’s side door, it was already too late. His truck slid sideways across the street, smashing the other side of the truck against the traffic light pole. Gabe was dead on impact, never knowing a member of his pack had been the one to kill him.
It was just past midnight when the police came knocking on David’s door. He was still half asleep, barely conscious as the police tried explaining what happened. He almost thought he was still dreaming, stuck in some fucked up nightmare. But it wasn’t. His dad was dead, and some drunk driver killed him.
He didn’t feel the need to ask who this mystery driver was, he honestly had no desire to know. It was easier to think of the driver as more of a concept than a person. Drunk driving killed Gabe Shaw. It was more palatable than the crushing reality that another living, breathing person had been the sole reason that his dad was dead and his pack was without an alpha. Knowing Colm had been that unnamed driver would not have helped anything, and it certainly wouldn’t have made stepping up into his father’s role any easier.
David lost all the family he’d ever had and, on top of that, the entirety of his pack looked to him for guidance and leadership in his father’s stead. There was no space to worry about the poor sonofabitch who ran that red light with everything else he had to shoulder. So he didn’t know any better, and neither did the pack. DUMP made sure of that.
The department made sure no one knew one of their ex-investigators had driven drunk and killed the alpha of his pack. They knew it would not have helped their already strained relationship with the general empowered public, so they kept it under wraps. They got him into AA and made him pay a fine that was nowhere close to punishment enough and sent him on his way.
Colm had already made a great deal of progress with his gambling before the accident, but the crash really set him straight. He quit drinking, he stopped going out to the casino, and he tried being a better man. The guilt ate at him and served as the ultimate encouragement to fix himself and get in line. He was given a second chance, he wasn’t gonna waste it. He lives with the shame of what he did, keeping it buried in his chest where it will stay with him until the day he dies.
I posted " The King Precious" a small piece of this story, this is the beginning of the story. You don't need to read "The King Precious" for this story to make sense but if you'd like to it is linked
This story is about the servants so there are uncomfortable bits of unconceual stuff, I will label the chapters as specifically as I can.
Words: 1.5 k
Characters: William, Quinn, Tank, Vincent, Sam, Porter and Treasure
Tw: Servitude, mention of character death ( non-descriptive), vague threats, Quinn, Unconsensual smelling ( vampires smelling human blood), nonconsensual control ( pushing and pulling a person around) Vampires speaking down about the human race ( sees them as meat and servants.)
They were gathered at the entrance chattering among themselves
The king didn't leave often and when he did he made it a point to update his people on his journey
Except for this time
Which put everyone on edge
They were all ready for answers from their king
The chattering halted when the grand doors opened
Revealing a vampire that no one could name
The people began to talk again
Watching and judging the man as he just stood there
The sound of heavy metal hitting the floor rang through the castle
King William's cane rolled across the floor
The room filled with fearful silence
The man who through the cane spoke
“Perfect.”
Everyone was confused, but too afraid to talk or look away
“ Servants of Dahlia castle. I, Quinn Fox, have killed your king.”
The people stayed quiet but a chill ran through everyone
“ Compared to King William's power, you servants are nothing so I exp-
“ Residents.”
Vincent, the adopted prince of Dahlia, steps out from the crowd.
He moves without fear approaching the vampire
“ They are not servants.”
Vincent is too distracted by his rage to notice the vampire wave for protection, but the crowd stays silent.
Vincent steps closer
“They are the residents of King William.”
Before he can take another step, a knight blocks his way, a sword dangerously close to his chest.
The sword isn't what stops Vincent.
It is the face of the knight
“ Good Porter. Let's be a little faster next time.”
Porter moves forward forcing Vincent back into the crowd.
“ Like I said William is dead, making him no longer king. So I will call my servants what I want.”
“YOUR SERV-”
Porter's sword moves closer, shutting Vincent up
“ I dearly hope the rest of you aren't this idiotic. Yes, MY servants. I killed your king and have come here for the throne. So make way.”
Porter releases his sword and makes his way towards the throne
A few people whisper ‘traitor’ as he makes his way through
He ignores them
Many people notice a frail-looking person following behind their new ruler.
The person is shackled, bites liter their body, and their head stays pointed to the ground.
The people know what this is, it wasn't uncommon for powerful vampires to keep specific humans as constant food.
It made the people uncomfortable because they realized that could be their future
King William was described as strange by many powerful vampires, because of the way he treated humans.
Most vampires saw them as cattle, servants they could feed off and sell.
William saw something else.
He treated the act of feeding as a trade, humans sacrifice their blood and in return, they would be given extra rest from their other duties, or if they preferred extra resources.
The people began to realize that their luck had run out.
William's killer took a seat on the throne.
He was pleased, his arrogance was palpable
As Quinn sat in the throne his eye scanned through the crowd.
Everyone saw as his pupils blew open and his eyes landed on someone.
“Delicious.”
His grin grew, as the person he spotted looked into his eyes
“Porter, retrieve that one for me.”
Porter took a step before stopping as the person stepped forward their self
“I do not need to be assisted.”
The person boldly strutted up to the throne
Stopping a mear foot away from the new king
“ What is it you want from me.”
Quinn laughed
“ You are quite bold for a human.”
He waited for a reaction from the human, disappointed to only receive an emotionless glare
“Tell me precious, what's your family name?”
“ Why does it matter?”
The room got tenser every time they spoke
“Testing a theory.”
“ I never knew my family.”
“Ohh how sad. Now I'll never know for sure.”
“Know what?”
He ignored their question
“Anyone ever tell you how amazing you smell?”
In retaliation to his avoidance, they stayed quiet.
“Well, you smell divine. Quite literally in fact. You see, some families have blood that is more enticing to certain vampire clans. Cost us vampires a pretty penny. And your blood, my precious.”
He takes their hand, pressing his nose into it as he breathes in the scent of their blood.
“ Was made for me.”
He looks at them, his eyes have turned red.
He watches as the human still doesn't react.
“ You don't believe me?”
The human doesn't reply
He is starting to like this challenge
“I shall prove it.”
He stands up from the throne
He makes his way to the edge of the crowd.
Investigating the servants closer than before.
When catches a hint of what he is looking for he motions his hands
The people move out of his way.
He smiles when he locks eyes with the vamp.
He motions for the vampire servants to approach.
He obeys
“You are a vampire, correct?”
The man replies call a steady.
“Not compared to you sir, but yes.”
“Oh, I can tell.”
The king scuffed at the lower vampire
“Come”
The two make it out of the crowd and back to the throne, where the person remained
The king took rest in his throne, before instructing the other vampire.
“ Smell their blood, and describe it to me.”
The two servants faced each other.
The vampire's jaw tightened as he looked at his close friend
He hadn't done anything yet but his eyes could only be described as apologetic
“ Word of advice for the future, I am not a patient king, nor am I merciful. So, smell them.”
Sam peered through the corner of his eyes at his new supposed king.
He knew this man was dangerous
He peered back at Vincent
The only one in the castle who understood the torment this brought Sam.
Sam respected and cared for this person too much to act without permission.
This isn't how he wanted this to go.
Not to mention that he didn't need to get close to describe their scent
He knew it better than he knew his family
It was best to keep that hidden from the king
To Sam, the best choice was to defy the king.
He was ready for the punishment.
Vincent could tell exactly what he was thinking
He cursed him silently, feeling powerless
Then they lifted their hand
Sams's eyes widened
This situation was unique
But he never expected them to play this man's game.
Sam looked into their eyes.
He had never seen that look in their eyes
A little watery
So bright
With fear
With need
Their eyes were the definition of pleading
And he couldn't deny them
So as gently as he could, his hand met theirs
Taking the weight for himself
He stepped closer
He looked into their eyes again
His eyes red
Yet still full of apologies
He held this eye contact as he leaned down to their wrist
Their pulse was strong, almost racing
He noted it as fear as he took a moment to smell for their blood
Instinctively closing his eyes as he took it in
Fresh rain
Pine trees
The smell of a forest path on a dewy morning
The smell makes Sam dream of the world outside of this castle
Outside in the free, empty land that he used to call home.
He rises away from their hand, softly dropping it back to them
His eyes still closed as he takes a deep breath, cleansing his senses.
He opens his eyes
They've returned to dark silver
He gives them a comforting smile before turning to Quinn
“They smell of pine, sir.”
Quinn's smile grows
“ And what do most of the humans you feed off smell like?”
He is taken aback
“I don't feed often sir”
Quinn rolls his eyes
“Well of course, not with your weak blood. Still, answer my question."
Sam felt humiliated in front of his human friends.
Though he answered
“Meat sir.”
“Exactly, you can return to the crowd.”
Sam wants to risk a look at them but he's smarter than that.
He returns the crowd
Once he is there and Quinn knows everyone is watching he grabs the servant
The smallest gasp escapes their mouth as he pulls them closer to him by their wrist
They land on his lap
“ You see precious. Most humans smell like meat, then there's some that smell of fruit, those aren't too rare to find, just rare to find unclaimed. Now you…”
He takes a sniff from their collarbone to their ear
“ You smell like a forest. Seems unappetizing to now vampires but it's a true treat. You were made for vampires. Your family is a line of breed humans the vampire desired. Unfortunately, they weren't pleased with that life and many did everything they could to escape, even ending their own lives…but you are here, by some miracle, just for me.”
No one could see
Even if they could they were too busy watching the king
But sams mouth was filling with his blood
His fingernails made gashes in his hand
Holding himself back
Refusing to make this worse
Vincent noticed as his friend blew hot air from his nose
He was ready to step in himself to stop this from going any further
But someone else had the same idea.
“Sir, are you ready to be shown the rest of the castle?”
Porter announced
Quinn's eyes brightened ready for more royal pleasures
“Of course.”
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Y‘all it is audio roleplay. Boyfriend asmr. Most of y‘all are too afraid to even tell people you listen to it because it‘s embarrassing lmfao. It really is not that deep. And sure as fuck is not worth getting this stressed over. Go chase a rainbow 💀
I’ve been reading through these confessions and i’m gonna be so serious. YALL TAKE THIS WAY TOO SERIOUSLY 😭 IT IS BOYFRIEND ASMR. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, GO TOUCH GRASS IM CRYING.
I’m a simple girl…I see Quinn with the Shaw pack & Sam n Darlin smut and I immediately had to send an ask🥰🥰
Hello Lovely anon! Thank you so much for the ask :))
I actually started writing the Sam/Darlin fic MONTHS ago and then we got a new Sam BA that was, almost, the exact same as my fic lol so i did end up having to start re-writing it! I won’t post an excerpt simply because I don’t know if you’re a minor or not, but I can tell you it involves Darlin working on Sam’s car and will be posted here when finished, for the 18+ folks!
As for the Quinn fic. It is an alternate version of how things could have gone down, focussing more on the blood bond and how the Shaw pack could use it to their advantage. It’ll include most things that Quinn fics do so expect a lot of hurt-comfort and some bad-ass fighting from the wolves and listeners!
It’s already pretty long and a multi-chapter fic so I’ll be posting it chapter by chapter once complete but I’ll share a snippet below <3
CW: heated discussion, mention of hunt’s and potential death
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