William doesn’t have heating in his house but he has lit fireplaces in every room
Alexis has been using the same shade of lip stick for decades
Clan meetings happen on an extremely long wooden table with William at the head. Alexis and Vincent sit at either side of him.
When someone new moves into the clan William buys them a very expensive antique that reminds him of them as a housewarming present
When Fred and Bright moved out they chose to have separate houses but always slept at each others for the first year
When Fred is craving food he always goes to Sam and Darlin’s house where Sam is always happy to cook him a homemade meal
Porter doesn’t look like William but certain expressions he pull morph his face into Williams
William has a collection of old spell books that empowereds don’t even use anymore
Lovley and Darlin’ and bright all end up sitting together at one point or another during a clan event
Sam actually always ‘liked’ Porter but never made much effort to spend time with him since he views Vincent as a brother
Alexis and Vincent genuinely have sibling style arguments every time they see each other, just with a bit more spite thrown into the words
Alexis takes great pride in being the most powerful woman in the clan
Darlin’ goes all out for Fred and Brights birthdays. They have a real soft spot for them.
They also harbour a lot of guilt about their attack but were pushed through when they saw how much help Sam and Bright needed with their relationship
Lovely made it a point to befriend everyone in the clan when they moved in with Vincent and they are one of the most well-liked members
Porter doesn’t want to introduce Treasure to the clan for a reason he can’t quite put his finger on. But he does want them to meet William
They have an annual snowball fight on New Year’s Eve but the yearly attendance has been dwindling the past few times
William has stacks of journals. Some so old he could read through them and not remember what he’d written about
However, he has an incredible memory especially considering his age
Porter has told William of most of his past because he knew he wouldn’t be pityd
Not all of it though, there are some things he’s never told a single soul about
Sam is often called out to heal unempowered friends and partners of other clan members and he always goes. No matter how busy.
Every time someone calls, his vampire core thrums a little quieter and he feels like himself again
Vincent wanted to be an architect before he was turned and travelling with William has helped him see a lot of beautiful old buildings
Some that William may or may not have unnecessarily added to the route
Bright, for as much as their relationship with Sam was strained. HATES Alexis and will usually only pipe up in meetings when they’re debating one of her proposals
They’ve warmed up to Vincent a lot, especially once they found out how nerdy he was
They’ve also started going to the empowered gym with Darlin’ sometimes. They have fun
Lovely still enjoys hiking and tries to organise climbs with the main members of the clan as often as they can.
It’s such a stress free way to hang out. If someone’s not feeling social they can walk ahead, Darlin’ can shift, Fred and Bright can race, Vincent can whisper to them about how pretty the view is and Sam can heal any scrapes or bruises that may or may not occur because of reckless vampire speed usage 👀
Fred really enjoys watch duty, he takes it really seriously and has gotten good at sneaking up on people
Thanks for reading! No post yesterday cause I was hanging out of my arse lol, anyways
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Closeups under the cut‼️‼️
I put together some tiny versions of all my current listener designs so far‼️‼️ I’m in no way done with my listener designs, but I just wanted to compile them all so far!!! I started designing my listeners/being involved in the redacted fandom in around February so to see how much my style has changed and developed over the past few months has been almost shocking??
I just want to thank you all for being so patient with my sparse inactivity and for everyone’s kind words about my work, I’m so incredibly grateful to have met the people I have and I hope I continue to live up to y’all’s expectations lmao.
Anyways. Sappy stuff out of the way. Lmk which your fav design is and what listener you want to see next!!!! (I do have a sunshine design that I’ll be posting sometime this week so keep ur eye out for that‼️)
(*my* personal fav designs rn are my seer, dear (lasko listener), and warden design hehe)
Bright Eyes, who, realizing the vast extent of their immortality, swallowed a glowstick. Now whenever they crack their neck, their eyes and nostrils flash pink and green like a flashlight, and they eerily chuckle to themself like a half-dead, three times poisoned gremlin
Imagine William accidentally adopting a human baby. It was completely unplanned and happened due to pure chance. He was in the airport at roughly 12am for his flight back to Dahlia after a work trip. He had just checked his bags in, and he decided to visit the restroom before finding his gate. As he washed his hands he felt a small tug on the his pant leg, almost unnoticeable, but his vampire sense amplified the feeling. He looked down to see a small child, definitely not even a year old, on all fours staring up at him with the most innocent expression he had ever seen. They looked tousled and unkempt, as if they had been left behind and uncared for for days, and William couldn't help but feel his heart pang for the sweet child. He quickly wiped his hands dry on his kerchief and went to pick them up off the dirty bathroom floor. As soon as he picked them up, they wrapped their small arms around his neck and fit their head into the crook of his shoulder. It was then and there that Will decided that he would keep and raise the baby as his own. They quietly fell asleep on him while William found the gate to board the plane, trancing a few people on the way there to allow him to keep the child, who had no boarding pass. Once on the plane and in his first class seat, he wrapped them loosely in a blanket and woke them up for some water. He had expected and prepared for them to cry when woken up, but upon awaking they just stared at him for a second before smiling and babbling, their cute little hands grabbing his hair and fingers. William's heart melted as he smiled back, giving them some water and food before putting them back to sleep.
This child becomes the pride and joy of the Solaire Clan. The clan would do absolutely anything for this small baby. They live with and spend most of their time with Will. The clan has walked in on him sitting in his office coloring with them on coloring sheets using the 152 pack of crayons he had splurged on multiple times. Vincent has come to meet his maker several times and ended up picking up a crayon and spending time with them for hours. Alexis has become accustomed to coming by to discuss important things with William and caught him reading to them while they fell asleep on his shoulder. She claims to want nothing to do with the baby at first, but Vincent has caught her smoothing down the child's hair and putting into pigtails when she thought no one was watching. Sam loves taking the kid out for Saturday night dinner with Darlin'. Darlin' stops by some afternoons to take them to the park so they can get some sun without troubling the vampires. Lovely used to take them before the inversion but now they've switched to just watching cartoons with them in the evenings. Fred and Bright take it upon themselves to be the cool relatives and give this child anything it could ever want. At the end of the day, William and the baby have a special bond. They sleep on him during clan meetings, he can always stop their tears in seconds, and they fall into his routine so easily, it seems that they were meant to be part of it all along.
There is no child raised more lovingly in the world than the one raised by the Solaire Clan.
Candy, costumes, occasional scaring. That wasn’t on the list for two kids, however. The old abandoned park Wonderworld was a gold mine for those who were obsessed with the supernatural. There were rumors, like most haunted places, rumors about disappearances, people going in and acting different when they left, the usual.
Wonderworld was at the edge of town, pretty far away from the neighborhoods that were bustling with laughs and screams. The lamp posts’ light bulbs had buzzed out a long time ago so the path was much darker than it should've been, giving it an eerie and lost feeling.
“Why are we doing this again?” Fred looked around, making sure he didn’t step on any loose rocks or sticks. He was nervous, hands shivering in his pockets (He promised it was the cold but it was from his nerves).
“I heard that this place is haunted and I wanna see if it's true.” Bright grinned, they tugged the boy along, shining him with the flashlight briefly then returning to the front of them. “Are you afraaaaaaid Freddy?” They tease, scrunching their nose as they stuck their tongue out through their teeth.
“Bright I don't know if we can even be out here, what if we get in trouble by May?” Fred said, looking back. The lit neighborhood was too far to see clearly. All he could see though was the dark silhouettes of trees and unlit lamp posts.
May was their caretaker. She was fostering them until there were good homes for them. It was difficult to get homes for them because they were a “Joint Package” (that's what Bright called it). They were inseparable, they weren't siblings but how they interacted you would assume they were.
“May won't know if you don’t tell.” Bright stopped walking and looked at Fred, arms crossed. Fred frowned and rolled his eyes. “You gotta pinkie promise me you wont tell.” Bright held out their pinkie to him.
“Fine, I pinkie promise”. Fred grumbled and locked their pinkies and shook on it. Bright smiled and took his hand, pulling him back along the path. Their flashlight shone on twigs, stones, and some occasional rusted metal.
The duo stopped as the flashlight lit up the broken down ‘Wonderworld’ sign. Some letters were missing and others were either holding on or barely holding on by a loose screw. Fred swallowed quietly, squeezing Bright’s hand.
Wonderworld itself was surprisingly lit up. Tiny lamps and fairy lights illuminated the park giving it a wondrous and happy mood. Bright turned off the flashlight and tugged Fred into the park.
“Do you think ghosts live here?” Bright looked at the lights in awe. “Maybe they're the ones that turned them on oooooo” They giggled, wiggling their fingers at him pretending to be a ghost.
“Bright stop.” Fred giggled quietly, pushing them jokingly. Bright rolled their eyes and smiled.
“See, this place isn't so scary.” They looked away for a moment, eyes fixating on something big and broken. “Look, that's Surge! It's the roller coaster that killed a bunch of people.” Bright walked towards the coaster.
Surge was the biggest and ‘scariest’ roller coaster in all of Wonderworld. It wasn’t as scary, broken and immoble; however, it was intimidating on how tall it was. Bright was like an ant compared to the behemoth that was Surge.
Fred stood next to Bright, looking at their face as their eyes scan over the railings. It was too big to look over thoroughly but they couldn't help being entranced by the loops and hills.
Fred tugged on their hand, “C’mon, I see a merry-go-round and it's not as scary as this thing.” Bright blinked, their seemingly strange trace was broken.
“I call any pegasus!” They grinned and turned towards the direction of the merry-go-round, giving themselves a head start. Fred stood for a moment, still processing what they said.
“Wh- Hey no fair!” He giggled and ran after them. Fred touched the merry-go-round railing first, signaling him the victor. Bright knelt over, hands on their knees and panting hard.
“You,” A breath. “Won.” They coughed for a moment and stood up straight.
Fred was too busy climbing the railing to hear the sound of something falling in the distance. Bright turned around, hands on the railings.
“Did you hear that?” Their eyes scanned over the previous scenery.
Fred landed on the ground, “Oh ha ha. You're just trying to scare me, well it isn't gonna work.” he said, stepping onto the carousel platform. Bright shook their head and hopped over the fence.
“I thought I heard something but it was probably the wind or something settling.”
“Mhm, nice try this place is empty and you cant scare me.” Fred crossed his arms, Bright just rolled their eyes and hopped onto one of the fake animals, a giant rabbit.
“I'm completely serious! It was like a woosh and a crash.” They said, kicking their legs. “This wasn't as fun as I thought, you wanna go home?” Fred walked around one of the fake horses, his fingers trailing the chipped paint. He nodded and jumped off the platform followed by bright.
They started to walk towards the entrance, Bright's eyes still fixed on the old coaster.
“Two little field mice, with no burrow to hide in.” A voice appeared behind them, presumably out of thin air. The voice was smooth and calm. Bright turned their head and grabbed Fred's hand tightly. There was a man behind them, following them, how long had he been watching them? Bright turned their head forward. The man said something but neither Bright nor Fred caught it.
“I said. What are you two doing here?” The man appeared in front of the two, there was a slight hiss in his tone and his eyes were almost black. “Don't you know, Field mice, that this place is dangerous?” The man walked closer. Bright swallowed, keeping Fred behind them in case something were to happen.
“You-you were just behind us- how did you do that?” Bright pushed down their fear, well as much as they could. The man chuckled, deep.
“If I say magic will you believe me? What am I saying? Of course you believe in magic, you're children.” The man laughed, Bright swallowed thickly. Their hand reached back, looking for Fred’s.
One squeeze. Two Squeeze.
Fred knew what that meant. It meant run.
Bright set that code up years ago. When they would do something they knew would get them in trouble with May, Bright would grab Fred’s hand and squeeze twice and they would run away. It was a silent code but they both knew what it meant.
And right now it was needed more than anything.
The man in front of them was circling them like a vulture, slow and calculated. His words were dark and bitter like licorice. Bright’s eyes darted towards the entrance of the park. If this stranger took a couple steps behind them then they could make a run for it.
The stranger was almost behind him, Bright could barely see him in their peripheral vision and in that moment time slowed down. Bright’s grip tightened on Fred’s hand and they ran. They ran to the entrance of the park, the fairy lights and lamps lighting a small path for the two.
Bright looked behind them, the stranger was gone. With another whoosh the man grabbed Bright’s other arm, disconnecting it from Fred’s. Their flashlight rolled onto the ground, breaking the glass and bulb.
“You insignificant brat!” The man said, throwing Bright onto the ground, their shoulder hitting a rock making them cry out. The man stood straight and stepped on their other arm.
“You two are nothing but pests, just a couple of field mice that were too far from home.” He pressed his foot down hard, Bright pushed at his leg. No budge. “Curiosity killed the cat and now the cat is going to kill you both.” He stomped down and Bright’s arm snapped with a crunch. They screamed out, curling toward their broken arm.
Fred watched in horror, Bright’s arm broke so easily under him. He looked over at the broken flashlight and dashed towards it. Anyone could tell you that Fred had the worst arm for throwing but in this second he did not care.
Fred was a bad thrower, but it was the only thing he could think about in this singular moment. He swallowed and threw the broken flashlight as hard as he could. It hit the stranger– right on the temple. The stranger staggered back, his foot releasing Bright’s arm. The man touched his temple and looked at his fingers, a small trickle of blood fell from his skin.
“You little shit.” The man looked at Fred, his eyes completely black. Fred turned to run but he was caught in the grasp of the stranger. The man sank two sharp fangs into his forearm. Fred screamed and kicked until his body felt heavy. He couldn't move and everything in his body hurt.
The stranger dropped Fred to the ground, he laid limp. His eyelids were so heavy but he knew they had to stay open.
“Not enough to satiate me, but good thing there are two of you.” The man wiped his mouth and turned to Bright who was cradling their broken arm. He walked to Bright, turning them onto their back. Bright screamed and kicked, hitting at him with their slightly injured arm. The man rolled his eyes and sank his fangs into their forearm– the same place as Fred.
Bright cried and begged and hit until they felt dizzy and weak. Their eyes fluttered shut.
–
Sam was doing his normal patrol, looking at the lights, looking at the park, looking at Surge. It was all the same. There wasn't really anything new with the park. Until there were screams to close for comfort. He perked up, looking in the direction of the scream, it was too high pitched to be an adult.
And that worried him.
Sam sped towards the sounds and stopped in front of the worst sight he had seen yet. Two children laid on the ground, one completely drained and the other was underneath the culprit.
“Quinn.” Sam growled, like his name was venom. Quinn pulled his fangs out of the second child, letting them fall onto a rock that was already covered in blood.
“Samuel.” The man laughed, wiping his mouth with his hand. “Care to join me? I found two appetizers just running around your park.” He grinned, his fangs were extended and ready to cause damage.
“Get out, you know you arent aloud ‘round here.” He glared, stepping towards him. Quinn put his hands up in defense.
“Fine fine, I'll go. These two are already drained so have fun with cleaning up.” Quinn smiled, bowed and disappeared from the park. Sam ran a hand through his hair as he looked at the two children, they laid unmoving and weak. There was no way they would survive the night, hell they wouldn't survive 10 minutes.
–
Sam carefully shut the door behind himself. Vincent was leaning against the door, William was by his side.
“They’ll be ok, they’re sleeping right now and that's all they can really do.” Sam felt fuzzy. He had turned both of the kids and the Meridian was kicking his teeth in. He felt awful, the way their bodies were so limp and lifeless when they should have been excited and energetic. He was surprised he was able to turn them both, then again no one really knew about turning children.
After he turned them he called Vincent. His head throbbed and his heart hurt, Quinn was a monster for this. A downright despicable monster.
“And that's all they should do,” William said, taking Sam’s hand gingerly. “You gave them a second chance at life.” He said gently “I am removing your ability to invoke them, they don't need that power difference.”
Sam nodded. “Thank you, sir. What are we gonna do when the bloodlust wears off?” he questioned, looking at the door.
“That will come later– for now they need care, and guidance. I'm hoping those two things you can provide?”
Bright could remember the first time they dragged Frederick on one of their nighttime urban explorations. They had been sixteen, freshly licensed. They drove up to his house and sent him a text. It had woken the sleeping Fred, but he had snuck out of his second story bedroom window still wearing the sweatpants and Tshirt he had fallen asleep in.
He handled the music as Bright drove them to a twenty four hour diner. He shared pancakes with them as they drank a cup of coffee. They split the bill before packing back up into Bright's mom's car.
The exploration destination was a mall that had been abandoned eleven years ago after a shooting killed twenty three people. Fred had been unsure and nervous but Bright goaded and taunted him until he sighed and clasped his hand in their own. Bright had pulled him carefully through the shattered glass front door.
It was so quiet within the cracked linoleum walkways, leaves and garbage gathered in the corners as moonlight spilled through the skylights above. Fred's grip had tightened on their hand, but Bright had just felt a thrill of excitement even as a wonderful chill ran down their spine. It had felt like a playground and haunted at the same time. A forbidden fruit.
They spent hours exploring within that mall, seeking every hidden hallway, empty storefront, and nook and cranny. Fred had to remind them that school started in two hours so they would leave the abandoned treasure behind.
That was what had started the habit.
They brought Fred along, thinking the risks were only light injury and maybe a fine for trespassing if they were caught.
They never guessed they would be lying on the ground of an amusement park that was widely thought to be haunted and occupied by unnatural creatures. Not while their body grew cold from blood loss and their best friend somewhere out of view facing the same plight, just as alone. It was supposed to be a fun night.
More stupid little Redacted asmr headcannons cause Monke Brain go brrr
• Ollie and Angel are twins.
My sources?
Trust me bro.
• Fred and Bright jokingly made Sam a Fathers Day card. Darlin took this as enough of an opportunity (to Sam's dismay) to call him a dilf.
• Darlin is a South African mixed kid with an Afrikaans absent father and moved with their mom's family to Washington when they were 11, and their favorite food is tinfish curry and you can pry this from cold, dead hands.
• Huxley's moms are Catholic, minus the bigotry and homophobia obviously.
• Damien's mom is ALSO Catholic, unfortunetly plus the homophobia.
