Teehee, BOO Or Whatever 🤭

IN HONOR OF THAT SCRUMPTIOUS NEW VIDEO I DREW ASSET 🤭🤭

clearer version under the cut 🤞

REAL ONGGG 🙏🙏

hot take: idgaf about david i want his spouse.

WAIT THEYRE STILL TOGETHER???

i don’t know where else to put this but sometimes i wonder if milo’s dad ever sobered up and just stares at old pictures of him, milo, and marie as a family and just regrets neglecting them (if there was even a moment where they were together happily)

Redacted hyperpigmentation

Thank you too @wuegh

Freelancer: i sat here and posed for like ten minutes, let me see the product

Caelum: bu- uh- *shows the picture*

Freelancer, holding in laugh: is that me?-

Caelum: *slams the book down*

Freelancer: no! n-no! it’s nice!- it’s so nice- ohh! i nEVE-

*Gavin, laughing his ass off*

Freelancer: -i never looked better!

*freelancer picks up the book, showing gavin who is laughing is ass off*

Freelancer: ooh where were you- where were you when it was time for senior photos?

Caelum: freelancer i don’t think is looks good…

Freelancer: it is FANTASTIC!! ohh my god! what is that? is that hyperpigmentation??

Freelancer: just te- okay… you know what? i never seen nothin’ like this before. i just want you to keep up- keep it up!

Caelum: why was gavin laughing..?

Freelancer: GAVIN DONT KNOW WHAT HE DOIN’ ANYWAY. that’s how you say that’s a great drawing in french

*GAVIN ABSOLUTELY CACKLING AND WHEEZING*

i wonder who’d say such things 🫢

damien you’re such a skibidi sigma and i want you to know that

do you know that? you should

Im going to hunt you down and vaccum seal your lungs shut.

🍕🍯Honey and guy angst 🍯🍕

There are a few outcomes a child with shitty parents can take, the quiet route or the loud route.

Guy took the loud route, his mother had always neglected him and his dad was never around enough, and when he was it was normally for about a day

Guy was promised all these great things from a man who couldnt even string together a sentance around his own son, Guy was practically self-sufficient by the time he was 7.

He was from a big family, he had to adapt, his parents populated like rabbits as he joked. His friends never found it funny but it was his way to cope.

His older sister moved out when she was 16, his older brother went off to the military to escape the house, and then it was just him and his sister

He did everything to try to keep her happy, but eventually, he had to move out for university…

Honey sometimes wishes they were neglected, sometimes wished their father wasn't around

Honey's family was abusive. They won't deny that, they used to, and they tried to anyway, they didn't have many people inquiring about the bruises along their back in the sports changing room, or people asking why they had always had long sleeves

When their father tried to slit their throat no one questioned them for missing for a week, or why they wore a black choker to school to hide the scar

Their mother was more the emotional abuser than their father, they called every day when they went to university. Every. Damn. Day.

Honey's parents didn’t really care, they just wanted to keep tabs on Honey.

Guy had a hard time cracking Honey, he couldn't talk to Kayla, she was too mean, she made small comments about how Honey, that god that lived in the same door as him, looked, which ticked him off.

He didn't have any respect for bullies.

Honey stayed in their room for about the first three months, occasionally peaking out when Guy would bring home pizza, guy always offered, and he always shared food

Eventually, Honey warmed up and Guy talked to them more.

One day, after spring break, Honey came home, and all the progress was lost, they wouldn't talk to guy, until Guy came home one day while Honey was showering guy came back, exhausted from work

He saw Honey, a towel wrapped around their waist, bruises… everywhere…

Guy immediately stood up, comforting them, clearly terrified that they got into a fight

Honey broke down. They will NEVER admit it, but they did, guy let Honey get dressed and they both just sat on the sofa, venting.

Honey knew that was when they loved the Guy

Guy already knew that they loved Honey.

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Tag list; @chlorine3

i think about this too often 🥲

Porter & Bright Eyes Thoughts

I thought about this just before I went to sleep and I didn't forget about it when I woke up so I guess I need to write what I'm thinking down

When he'd heard that in 3 short years, the clan had gained three new vampires he wouldn't say he wasn't shocked. It wasn't like William to be rash with turnings but learning that it was Vincent and Sam, and subsequently Sam's new progeny that were the makers? He was intrigued.

Meeting Frederick was a boring affair to Porter, honestly. He was the exact kind of man he could see Samuel turning, bleeding heart that he had... and then there was Bright Eyes. Taciturn, stubborn, difficult Bright Eyes.

Their maker was a freshly turned newborn, they were easily the weakest vampire in the clan. And you'd never know it by looking at them. The turning did nothing to dull a defiant brightness that burned in their irises, in the sharp roll of their eyes. This was someone who would do well as a vampire, provided their clan was giving them the room they needed to be themselves.

And they weren't.

Bright was under constant scrutiny. They were blamed for their death and Frederick's as if they ever could have known what was hiding under Dahlia's facade of normalcy. It was as if they could do nothing right, even three years into their turning.

Porter had no interest in playing as their maker, in being any kind of older brother figure to one of the newest additions to the Solaires. They were out of the bloodlust, they'd been taught the rules and how to behave. It really was only a matter of time until they were fully independent and wouldn't need the intervention of more experienced vampires.

That didn't stop Porter from weaponizing Samuel's clearly bad relationship with his progeny to get under his skin. He'd called Sam a deadbeat dad more than once, even in front of Frederick or any of the other Solaires. He'd grinned and said that even Alexis was shown more grace than Bright.

He tried to ignore that there was a wave of actual anger behind his barbs.

Porter was many things but if anyone tried to call him stupid he would laugh in their face. He saw the forest for the trees, as it were. Bright had become a scapegoat to the Solaires, to Sam. It was easy to blame them because it was their choices that put them in the path of Quinn. And they died for it. Shouldn't that have been punishment enough?

It agitated a familiar sting when he saw the way Bright lingered on the outskirts of their family. William was trying his best with Bright but clearly, there was some bias there... burned by trusting Adam, no doubt. Their relationship with their friend Frederick was fraught. Sam had burned that bridge before he even had a chance to meet Bright in the middle.

By the time he'd returned to Dahlia, the newborns were weaned off of Sam. They'd learned enough to be independent and only need occasional guidance... so Bright had moved as far away from the Solaires as they could while still being in Dahlia... just in the opposite direction of Sam. The lines in the sand had been drawn long before he'd returned home.

Something about the way Bright seemed to hate their new life bothered him but not in the way Vincent had. He had more perspective on Vincent now and maybe that's what was getting under his skin.

Sam was turned when he explicitly asked not to be. That was bad. Vincent was turned when he wasn't able to give consent. That was bad. Bright Eyes was turned when they weren't able to give consent. That was their fault?

Being shortsighted and dangerously stubborn clearly wasn't as much of an issue to their favorite cowboy as Sam liked to pretend it was. Porter learned that quickly when he met Sam's partner... so the wolf was worthy of kindness but the newborn was not. The double standard grated on him.

Bright truly had no one in their corner in the Solaire clan... and before he knew it, he'd stepped up.

It started easily enough. Bright had some pent-up aggression to work out, the kind that Sam would tell them to just bottle up and be quiet. Not Porter. He'd take them out in the forest and they'd spar. He'd let them be as vicious as they needed to be until their tense muscles loosened.

If Alexis or even Sam were making their "harmless" little comments, he'd slide up beside them and show them what true vitriol looked like. He was Wiliam's vampiric hitman, not a young vampire's bodyguard. And yet. And yet seeing any bit of shit being thrown Bright's way pissed him off beyond belief.

Bright could talk about that night to someone who they knew wouldn't judge them. They could talk about their guilt, their frustration, all of it, to someone and know that their abrasiveness wouldn't turn it into an argument. He just listened.

Porter was teaching them the things that Sam wouldn't. They were learning how to love themselves in this new life. Things were different and maybe some of their relationships would never be the same again but they were a Solaire. That name held power and that power would allow them to have fun again.

By virtue of being a Solaire, they had access to quite a bit of money and Porter was willing to show them all the fun ways they could spend it. It wasn't really Bright's thing as much as breaking into abandoned places was but it was nice to get back at the Solaires a little bit, even financially.

(As if William didn't know and didn't have more money than they could ever spend.)

Being under Porter's wing was really bringing life back into Bright. They were happy again, even if it wasn't all the time. They didn't spend as much time alone, they weren't getting into arguments as much because they were spending less and less time around Sam and the others. Frederick was watching the wonderful side of his friend come back, even though it was from a distance.

Instead, they were spending time with Porter and learning what being a vampire was like through his eyes and not Sam's and they found the immortality they faced to be a lot more entertaining.

Porter knew enough about being the outcast to empathize with them. He was well aware of how strong they were and how hard it was for them to hold their tongue for the sake of "peace." So he didn't ask them to. They could be themselves, unapologetically. The clan would handle the fallout whether they like it or not, the same way they did for him.

He would never have imagined himself as a role model for anyone but after meeting Bright Eyes, he couldn't imagine anyone other than him fitting that role for his vampiric sibling. He shuddered at the idea of someone as fiery as Bright trying to model themselves after Vincent.

Hear me out

The spinning tea cup tread but it's echo and bright eyes?

Echo: The creator

Bright eyes: the character the audience hated so much the creator wrote them out of existence

if people joined that would be so skibidi sigma of them 🤭

(i’m never saying that again)

Reasons why you should join my redacted audios discord server!

We have a super cool moving server icon that shows just how cool we are because yes it’s pleasing to the eyes

We have a channel called “e&e games” and I GET THAT ITS BASICALLY JUST A QUESTION OF THE DAY CHANNEL BUT ITS SUPER COOL AND REDACTED THEMED.

Uhm I mean we kidnapped Echo and now he does server announcements.

AND HERE IS WHAT THE SERVER MEMBERS HAVE TO SAY ABOUT THE SERVER! AND WHY YOU SHOULD JOIN!

SO JOIN US!

what if this was my last straw?

I HAD ANOTHER THOUGHT ABOUT GAVIN RE: INVERSION

cw: character death

What if Freelancer wasn't able to beat the ward closing? What if they weren't able to throw themself back into Gavin's arms before the magic cut them off?

What if the ward had been transparent (assuming it was not because of layers and layers of different people's magic and it seemed no one could see what was happening on either side) and Freelancer had to watch Gavin come apart without getting to hold him one last time?