And yes I know I already did one of these but it got lost in the void, sue me.
Hello, hi y’all can call me mugs! I go by he/they pronouns and I’m in my 20’s
I am what many would call a ✨dysfunctional writer✨ and this blog is going to reflect that, I’m sorry for any errors/ mistakes you may come across, I am but a single court jester trying their best to entertain the masses
Warning:there will be periods of undetermined amounts of time where I sort of disappear and it’s not because I died or something! ….I haven’t gotten to writing for ao3 yet.
but this happens because I have AuDHD and my fixations will shift and my interest will wane but worry not! Unless stated otherwise then I usually meander my way back to this fandom eventually and I’m not going anywhere permanently (Also If something such as life stuff will happen then I try to be good about saying something but I make no promises)
Now for the nitty gritty- what happens on this blog:
Mostly text post of varying lengths(a lot of it is Drabble) with a little bit of art, I’m working on a redacted oc master post but that’s taking a while bc writing is hard *sniff*
Most posting is coming from mobile so forgive any formatting issues, I’m kinda dumb
I try to keep it pg13, I’m not entirely comfortable with writing nsfw just yet. I kinda suck at writing and I’m not entirely confident in my ability to do it right if that makes since.
The characters I write for very but it’s mostly the Shaw pack and more specifically my favorite Sam and darlin(love those gays)
All listeners unless stated otherwise will be gender neutral, the only times I get specific is if it’s for a headcanon or it’s for my own ocs
And I’m just gonna air this out while I’m at: this is space for the girls, gays and theys and all are welcome lest you have a problem with people for shit they can’t control. And any perceived support of trump, Israel, racism, homophobia, transphobia, ableism, pedophilia, generative ai, or any shitty behavior will be blocked. If you can’t except that there are people who are outside of the default setting then this is not the blog or fandom for you. If you choose to ignore this dni and still interact, then you are not an edge lord or cool. You are pathetic, bullying people for the shits and giggles isn’t cute and hiding behind burners or anonymous accounts only make look like more of gross coward.
To all of the girls, gays and everything in between and outside of that. And subsequently,To the gayest fandom i have ever been apart of. I mean seriously there are very few fandoms I’m apart that i can say I fell entirely comfortable with being who I am and I’m very glad that the redacted fandom is one of them. Aside from the few outliers who can’t read apparently, y’all are great and I love being able to share and talk about our (yes ours) favorite blorbos
I hope y’all have a lovely day and an even better pride month
How mad would y’all be if I said that I see Micheal being synonymous with bear from obsession…..
Like both of them are men who have no personality and expected their partners to do most of the heavy lifting and to fill the huge gap in the relationship that was left by the lack of personality and would get really mad when that obviously didn’t happen because that’s not how that works…….. except the only difference between bear and Micheal is that Michael didn’t have some sort of magical force to wish away angels choice and autonomy in weather or not they stayed in a relationship with him….. but if he did he totally would it probably would’ve played out very similarly to obsession.. okay see ya
Angel: *walks into tanks house* nice couch, is that new?
Darlin’: no? It’s been there since I got here
Angel: what are you doing for your birthday for your birthday on Friday?
Darlin’: nothing. I never d- *horrified realizion*
Angel: HAHAAAAAA!
Darlin’: oh god…
Angel: *celebratory singing* birthday~ birthday~ birthday~ it’s your birthday! It’s your birthday and I know what it is!~
Angel To David later: tank refuses to tell when their birthday is, they’ve even had it redacted on all government documents
David: how-?
Angel: three years of investigations, phone calls, freedom of information act requests, and still I had nothing
Angel: until! A well place bribe to a gentleman at baskin robins revealed, tanks birthday is on Friday
*back to now*
Darlin’: *in complete shock and despair* dammit, I was so careful
Angel: ah you blew it! All for a free scoop of triple fudge~
Angel: *gets really close to tank* was it worth tank? Was it?
Darlin’: *suddenly stands up* I command you to do nothing.
Angel: *completely unfazed* I’m not going to do nothing! Infact im going to be doing something. It’s going to be really big, I’ve got a lot of years to make up for! *skips out of the house to go tell davey*
FINALLY IT HAPPEND! THE MONKEY IN MY BRAINS GAZE FINALLY FELL BACK ON THIS FANDOM!!
INSPERATION HAS STRUCK! so here’s All the weird wolf shit I believe the pack did when courting their mates
David: he of course was the most lowkey about the weird wolf shit tm But that doesn’t mean he’s exempt either. He did a lot of what could be considered ‘grooming’. Ya know fixing any stray hairs on angel, straightening out any crooked parts of their outfit, making sure there aren’t any stray pieces of lent, etc. but this is mild in comparison to the marking. David was and still is a territorial asshole about it, I mean for the first few years/before becoming his official mate, angel was covered in hickeys and bite marks. Honest to god they look like they got mauled and while angel was a little peeved about the neck hickeys bc the work is little strict about stuff like that David makes up for by buying the most expensive foundation in their exact shade to help them cover those up. No angel did not tell him,m what shade they used before he bought it (when asked about David only gave a smug little smirk and didn’t elaborate further). David ‘I never half ass anything’ shaws justification for buying the 100 dollar bottle of foundation was “I don’t want you getting in trouble for something we both like and is mostly my fault so it only makes since if I pay for it” and David is never cheap when it comes to the people he cares about
Asher: Asher is much more feral about but he has to be a little more tame bc he lives in an apartment and I doubt the land lord would appreciate a wolf dragging a dead animal carcass through the halls for the sake of and I quote “rizz” . So to compromise he doubled down on the grooming and marking behaviors. I swear to god the minute and I mean the minute Asher’s wolf decided that baabe was the one, Asher was all over them. They smelled like Asher and only Asher for 3 months straight. Baabe also conveniently had to start wearing turtle necks to work…for some reason😏 . There were also some slip ups about the hunting thing I mentioned earlier. Asher would be out doing pack activities and all of a sudden woops! He has a rabbit he super was not supposed to hunt and chase in his mouth. But in his defense it only happened three times and he made sure to clean up at the pack house before he delivered his hunt to his lovely soon to be mate and on the even brighter side both him and baabe (mostly baabe) learned so many new and tasty recipes.
Milo: ok so Milo didn’t really struggle with the hunting instincts but he did however become a bit of an overbearing mother hen. Let me explain, so before meeting Milo and subsequently his mother sweetheart kinda didn’t take care of the themselves. They still showered and practiced all the cool hygiene stuff, that’s not where they struggled. They did however struggle to eat and drink the proper amount, they were too busy being a workaholic, a badass workaholic but a workaholic none the less. And this lack of eating on a regular bases stress Milo out, like really bad. Milo never thought of himself as someone who would be a mother hen but he’s still his mother’s child at the end of the day. And to be fair he didn’t even notice he was going out of his way to cook and pack them lunch until like three months in sweetheart ask him why bc at this point the lunches were getting really elaborate and he started to come over or invite them over for breakfast and dinner. Milo was struck with the sudden realization of what he was doing and why and become super flustered about. And while sweetheart didn’t get a straight answer other than flustered groaning at the moment, some weeks later Milo finally does tell them what’s up and just straight up ask them to be his mate, so yay!
Darlin: now they were the worst or most wolfie about the whole courting thing. And despite the fact the sam is a vampire and therefore doesn’t need to eat, he still appreciates the effort his wolf goes through the feed him…. That is until he opens his door one day and finds a fucking bear. A million thoughts pass through his head but the most important one was how?!?!? Look Sam would be the first to admit the darlin is a badass who can fight and they certainly aren’t a small wolf but it’s still a fucking bear! And that thing had to have fought back, right!? ….yeah It’s safe to say that Sam has a very long talk with them that boils down to “please don’t fight bears. The occasional deer or rabbit is fine but please for the love of god stop risking it all because I complained about being a little cold the one time.” And don’t get me started about the biting, dear lords. of course I hear you cry “but what about Sam’s healing factor” and to that I would say bold of you to assume that it would do anything but embolden darlin to get more aggressive with the marking. I’m not even kidding when I say Sam couldn’t go a few hours without acquiring a new hickey somewhere. And they were somehow worse with the scenting, Sam spent the better part of the first few months of their relationship being mistaken for a wolf and that’s all I’m gonna say.(which side note Vincent found this very funny and wouldn’t stop calling Sam wolf man)
This is for the folks who enjoyed my Milo design — and bc yall keep liking my old redacted art even tho I said not to /j /silly 🥀🥀
Mostly vague illusions to 1920’s Milo, but he’s so inaccurate it might as well jus be his reg ehehe
Plus !! A revamped drawing !! Yall prolly seen the old one, and if you ain’t, don’t look at it — istg I will cry dude/j
Tried a more realistic approach to his face, I think some of the facial placements are a lil strange hhhhhhhhhh/lh — ALSO IK I MISSPELLED INVESTIGATOR HUSHHH IM EMBARRASSED HHSNSNSN
[CW below cut for implied sexual aftermath w/ the Shaw Pack + implied poly !! Bc I did revamp their designs and have only done a small doodle of ‘em ^^”]
I jus kinda think they’re neat, and gay — very, very gay/vpos
From top to bottom, left to right !! Sweetheart, David, Darlin’ - Sam, Milo - Baaabe, Angel, Asher <33
Small, old, doodle of the silly gaybos, in my mind they’re all deeply infatuated w/ each other
Asher and Tank were goths in highschool — Asher was a pastel goth while Tank took on the more classic goth aesthetic. The pair were known by many different, sometimes offensive nicknames (let's just say that quite a few of them involved a slur regarding Asher's supposed queerness), but the one that stuck eventually among friends was "the Lank and the Tank", with Asher being a beanpole with shaky ankles while Tank had more musculature.
Somewhere in Asher's loudly decorated "pack memory album", there's a photograph from the time the two switched their outfits and makeup on a dare. Asher looks patently daft, beaming like a madman with cakey white foundation, jet black eyeliners and a studded leather jacket with fishnet sleeves that is practically draping off of his shoulders. Tank is wearing glittery pink eyeshadow, a spiky collar, and a hoodie patchily dyed in every single colour candy floss comes in with their wrathful shoulder muscles practically bulging through the seams. They are staring into the camera with a death glare and somewhere through the gritting teeth he can still hear them growling "Asher Talbot, Milo Greer, if I ever catch either one of you two sharing this with anyone else, I'm going to rip your fucking guts out. Both of yours."
Asher once started this little game of his own where he would greet Tank with an increasingly long and unhinged extension of "Tank".
"Hey Tankers"
"Hello Tankthony" (Tank's birth name is nothing related to Anthony)
"What's up TuTankhamen"
"How's it hangin', Tankamehameha?"
"Yo Tankercalifragilisticexpialidocious"
It came to an end somewhere around the fifteenth syllable of "Tankomatawhakatangihangakoauauotamateaturipukakapikimaungahoronukupokaiwhenuakitanatahu" — Asher had even made a little jingle to help him remember the full name the night before — when Tank sucker punched him in the chest.
CW: Some heavier subjects underneath, and then an NSFW headcanon — nothing too explicit, mostly jocular
When Tank's involvement with unscrupulous crowd started getting out of hand after Gabe's death and their parents' relocation to Washington, Asher was particularly sensitive to their gradual withdrawal from the friend group. He had the intuition that, behind the veneer of aggression and hyperindependence, there was a growing sense of insecurity fuelled by someone.
For years, whenever Asher was sporadically updated about how they were on and off again with Quinn, and then eventually "in Washington with relatives and in need of some space from it all", he played a million different scenarios in his head of how he could have intervened differently. Should he have confronted them one on one rather than bringing David in? Should he have got straight to the point before Tank and David had the time to get themselves riled up and start hurling insults at each other?
But at the end of the day, the reality was that David asked Tank how they thought Gabe would feel if he ever saw them in such a state. Tank then called David a pathetic whelp that would never live up to his father's name, and David called Tank a perennial fugitive who burns every single bridge on the path they trod. Asher made an attempt to diffuse the situation, but it was too late. Perhaps he had to find solace in that nobody lost an eye that night.
And then one night, David called him. He was about to knock on (or down) Tank's door. They had been near Dahlia for some while. The first thing Asher felt was... betrayed. He'd thought they understood each other deeper than this. If Tank had to tell anyone that they were back, it should have been him. But then he realised that this was Tank's own, misguided attempt at protecting him, protecting the whole pack from getting themselves harmed trying to protect them.
So he convinced David to stand off for now. He could still hear the simmering resentment in his alpha's voice. Asher knew that, despite all the personal growth and emotional maturity he had gone through over the years, David still felt at times an orphan trying to fill in his father's shoes, and Tank had shot a bullseye on that tender spot. He was the one who talked David into calling Sam first, a way to help David assess the situation with less personal grievance involved. "Trust me David, I'm the Tank whisperer," he had to squeeze out what little levity he could muster up, "I can feel that they're not going anywhere this time. Just give them some time to prepare on their own terms."
When Tank shuffled into the first pack meeting since their departure three or so years earlier, Asher was grinning like in the old days, waving at them to sit next to him, in the seat he'd saved for them.
"Yeah, keep flashing your pearlies like that and I might wipe that rictus off your pretty face", Tank grumbled as they sank into the faux velvet sofa. "Aww, you're calling me pretty?" Asher made the campest gesture of exaggerated flusteredness. Tank snorted, and that was the first time they had let out anything close to a laugher in days.
Tank and Ash share the filthiest, sophomoric sense of humour and they have very little filter regarding what happens in their bedrooms. (It seems like it's pretty standard to get undressed before shifting, as evidentiated in David's first shift in front of their mate, so I'd imagine that, having shifted and run around together in the woods as hormone-addled teens/young adults, the four have kind of been through it all and now have a very matter-of-fact attitude towards each other's bodies and sex lives.)
Naturally, any gift-giving occasion automatically becomes a white elephant battle between the two, much to their respective mate's secondhand embarrassment.
Asher gave Tank a pack of latex "fang-doms" and a walking frame — "Double purpose — for our favourite grampire in peacetime, and for you on the morning-afters!" — for "housewarming gift" when they moved in with Sam. He was in turn presented with a yoga ball with a dildo on at the pack solstice party, "for mateless, restless nights". Sam joined in on the assault this time with a hand-knit "double willy warmer", given how Asher was "always goin' 'round like a dog with two dongs".
no? Well to fucking bad, I think about honey being this well over 6 ft almost 300 lbs and built like a shit brick house and guy talking about them being his baby gorl.(I can hear him saying this exactly) like when they first started dating none of guys coworkers knew who honey was or what they looked like. Everything they knew was from the hour long rants the guy goes on daily about his "sweet, kind, caring, and beautiful and lovely honey who is so kind and considerate and loving And omg did I tell about the home cooked lunch that my compassionate and caring love of my life made for me to take to work and their hair smells SO nice and-". And he goes on and on and this gives them the impression that honey is the complete opposite of what they’re actually like.
But one day guy forgot his lunch so honey comes in to look for him and his coworkers were a little afraid for his safety when this very scary looking person comes in. the only indication that honey is who guy is talking about is the cutesy lunch box that has a pizza related pick up line scrawled on the front with heart shape pizzas and toppings all over it. and they are just astonished at how off the idea of what honey looked like in their heads was from the real person.
guy comes out from the back and its immediately heart eyed. he was so ready to have a shitty shift where he has to eat pizza for the consecutive 7th day in a row. but no, he's amazing and adorable bby girl who went all the way from their usual path home to bring him lunch.
rosa later is grilling guy on his lunch brake about how he calls this built like a line backer "baby girl" and his dumbass is like "because they are🤗"
