#redacted gregory

[febreze-bottle-without-febreze]

#redacted asmr #redacted gavin #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted damien #redacted lasko #redacted freelancer #redacted gregory #redacted gabe #redacted david #redacted memes

[crysoon]

difference between the keatons and shaws be hilarious

walking down the street and u meet gregory keaton and he gives you food and a smile brighter than ur future and then u walk down the street a lil more and see david shaw and his mate fighting tooth and nail over $5 bucks

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[konnorhasapen]

I FORGOT NOW THAT IM ON TUMBLR WITH OTHER PEOPLE WHO SHARE MY HYPERFIXATION I CAN TALK ENDLESSLY ABOUT THIS SHIT WITHOUT HAVING TO SHRINK IN ON MYSELF WHEN I REALIZE NO ONE IS ACTUALLY LISTENING/ACTUALLY CARES ABOUT WHAT IM TALKING SO PASSIONATELY ABOUT-

Okay- so- I am a firm believer that Sam was absolutely right (back in the audio where Darlin' and Sam had just been informed that Quinn's work had been spotted out in the open-) when he mentioned that the body that was found could've very well been bait for Darlin'. I 100% believe it was meant to be bait for them. Like,,, as much as I parade around screaming about how stinky and stupid dumb-dumb Little Orphan Quinnie is, I know for a fact that he's not actually that much of an idiot. That being said, he definitely knows about the blood bond, and that body being dropped was basically him saying "I know we're connected, so come and get me." He's absolutely smarter than we all want him to be- I mean, he's a 50y/o vamp who was turned by old blood, we're kinda forced to give credit where it's due. We heard back in Sam's first audio that Quinn tends to clean up his messes pretty damn well—save for Fred and Bright, as Sam also mentioned—so, to me, there is no way in any hell that Quinn just "accidentally forgets to clean up a body." He knows he's being hunted by the Department. And he knows that somehow, Darlin' will catch wind of that body with the hopes that they'll come right to him where he can finally get things done and wrapped up. Whether that be because he's not sure how much of a range the blood bond has, or because they have people helping them out in the Department (which therein lies my fear for Ansel's safety seeing as he's the one doing most of the investigating up in Ferris.)

And I can hear you already "but Koob! Why would he kill them if he knew the Shaw Pack would just hunt him down like they're the goddamn forgotten Gods of The Wild Hunt-" aHA! But that's just the thing! Quinn knows Darlin's back in town, but he has no idea they've renewed their bond with the Pack- let alone definitely stronger than it was before. For all he knows, they're still the lone wolf they were when they met! He doesn't know Angel and Baabe even exist yet, so he doesn't see any places he can get in and torture them emotionally or mentally before he just offs them and calls it a night.

Until Darlin' didn't show up to find him where he left that bait. Now he knows that something—or someone—is keeping them from doing something reckless. And now that he knows,

He's on his way.

Anyway, thanks for listenin' to my little rant :D I've been keepin' this puppy(no pun intended) in my noggin every since that Gregory audio and the following Sam audio dropped!^-^

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted darlin #redacted tank #redacted sam #redacted quinn #redacted angel #redacted baabe #redacted shaw pack #redacted ansel #redacted gregory #redacted theories #koobs late night krack

[beemybella]

Hobbies I think some of the characters would have:

Lasko: Crochet

Avior: Filming/Photography

Aaron: Reading

Guy: Weight lifting, Puzzles

Elliott: Drawing/Painting (like dreams and Sunshine)

Morgan: People watching

Vincent: Poetry (a lot about Lovely)

William: Chess

Greg: Bird watching/Fishing/or hunting as wolves (used to do it with Gabe)

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[plutobutartsy]

randomly assigning pictures of this thread to redacted characters bc i'm bored

David

Guy

Huxley

Asher

Gregory Keaton

Lasko

Vincent

#thanks for coming to this ted talk #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted david #redacted asher #redacted lasko #redacted gregory #redacted vincent #redactex guy #redacted huxley #shut up stella

[annahxredaxted]

Imagine Gregory and angel becoming like best friends and david wondering where he went wrong.

Angel: GLITTER GLITTER GLITTER

Greg: TWIRLS TWIRLS TWIRLS

Angel: PINK PINK PINK

Greg: GIRLS GIRLS GIRL

Angel: TOGETHER

Greg: FOREVER

Angel: ITS GREG

Greg: AND ANGEL

Greg and angel: BEST FRIENDS ✨✨✨

David: holy shit.

#redacted asmr #redacted david #redacted angel #redacted gregory #redacted keaton

[moonandstarlightsposts]

so maybe, purely theoretically, we got our father figure...? 👀

#redacted asmr #redacted gregory #redacted keaton #ramblings from moon

[go-away-pls-now]

Angel doesn't have to get the dad's permission to date David they have to get the old family friends permission to keep daiting David.

#redacted asmr #redacted david #redacted gregory #redacted davey/angel

[arrowfleur]

Tonight’s happy thought Is going to be Gregory walking David down the the isle 😌

#redacted asmr #redacted david #redacted gregory #redacted angel #still am not over the proposal video

[tiredandsleepyx]

Spoilers for the video ig? In case some of yall have to wait to hear ittt <33

David talking abt his struggles adjusting to his position as alpha so freely to angel just shows how far they've come. UGH THE TRUST BETWEEN THEMMM

Also I keep thinking abt how different David is to angel compared to other people. Like everyone looks up to this monster of a wolf and well respected alpha and yet to angel he's just David, the love of their life and honestly that kind of makes my heart flutter ngl

Gregoryyyy damn 😩 a chance

I love mr.redacted's descriptions fr

Bork? Bork.

#redacted asmr #redactedasmr #redacted david #redacted david shaw #redacted davey #redacted gregory #redacted gregory keaton #redacted greg #redacted angel

[itsyourstarboy]

For absolutely no reason—NO REASON AT ALL—I need Gregory Keaton to please read these next lines:

"The FitnessGram™ Pacer Test is a multistage aerobic capacity-"

#redacted asmr #redacted keaton #redacted greg #redacted gregory #I SAID NO REASON-

[milos-boytoy]

gregory keaton kiss me challenge

#redacted asmr #redacted gregory #alphie if youre reading this #hi gay

[hegotfemininehips]

y’all got one video with Greg and now I can’t find the end of his hashtag

#Y’all are hoes #but yessss #redacted asmr #redacted gregory

[konnorhasapen]

Treading Water — Chapter 3: The Wallowing Wolves I

Also found on ao3!

Links to The Intro, Chapter 1, and Chapter 2 :)

I did have my also dyslexic sister read every Asher line just to make sure it could still be understood when written in his dialect. I also hope I wrote an Irish dialect correctly ':)

ENJOY

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   Heavy wood creaked and moaned as the ship rocked in all different directions, bobbing gently over small waves of the calm sea on a clear night. Billions of stars twinkling overhead like freckles and blemishes of light on the face of Lady Midnight, not a single cloud in the sky to shield the clusters and constellations adorning her pitch black complexion from the sorrowful green eyes peering up at them.  His thoughts swam through his mind restlessly with a lack of distraction, the feeling of slight regret drawing a low growl from his throat that was chased by a tired sigh as he recalled his and his First Mate's conversation earlier that dusk.

   "We should take a rest t'nite," he'd said, every word doused in his thick Irish accent. "Been up t' ninety movin' teh past weeks 'r so." He'd remembered even what he replied with:

   "You can all take time to rest now, have an easy day doing simple deckhand work tomorrow. I'll pick up any harder slack," his answer had drawn an exasperated sigh from the dirty blonde.

   "While I'm sayin' "we," I do mean ye need the rest as damn well as teh lot'f us," David had hummed, acknowledged Asher's unsaid concerns while he didn't agree to abide by them.

   "David," he'd said sternly. "Drop anch'r t'nite," the Captain's hard green eyes had met the gaze of blue hues as vibrant as the ocean they sail upon, riddled with worry and sympathy. "Please." It had been David's turn to sigh, but he'd nodded, and received a gentle smile in return.

   "Tanks a million," Ash had placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed a little before he'd sauntered off to help Booker with the supplies below deck. The remaining bustle of the evening had been a distant blur of memory as he'd been dreading the thought of stopping for the night. The feeling lingered long after silence settled over the ship.

   And now he was here, head lulled back against the wooden railing as he sat on the quarter deck, his arms rested and draped over his bent knees, and his eyes on the sky. Thinking. That's what rest, for him, opened the floor to.  From memories, fond and foul, to the ache of regret and doubt that often plagued both heart and mind.

   He never sees himself as a good leader—a good Captain. And the words spat with venom from his sibling in bond were ones that would echo in his head forever, just giving him more reasons to doubt himself and his capability to lead. The dispute between him and his wayward sibling had begun as a war of sharp tongues, but it was quick to escalate into such a discourse, all in the wake of Gabe's declared death. It was nasty when it got physical, but the words were what left behind scars that hurt more than physical pain, so many open wounds to add to the hurt that still had yet to heal. 

   And those thoughts often lead him to remembering the day his father was gone. With the crops and materials thinning as that year's drought had been relentless and unforgiving, despite his and William's allied efforts, they still were accomplishing too little. Being denied aid from Favíll even after offering more strength to her ranks, and denied by King Pluvaes simply because he was revelling in the fact that his kingdom was finally thriving far better than almost all others in Dahlia, he'd set out on a journey to Northern Ferris in an effort to make contact with an old friend of his, King Gregory Keaton. Only, he never made it to Alfanes, nor had he returned to Canis. He was gone without a trace and declared dead after months of searching from both his own subjects—or family, rather—and King Solaire's.

   It had all spiralled downward from then. His wayward sibling had grown even more distant than they ever were before, causing David to believe that, most nights, they had disappeared just as his father did. Especially when they would end up unable to be found for days, sometimes weeks. Canis castle was stormed, the kingdom had crumbled to its knees at the feet of a single man who stole his place upon the throne, announcing the wanted capture of David Shaw and the rest of the late King's bound family. Each and every person of his family had a bounty over their head, with the biggest rewards pinned on 'David Shaw' and 'Asher Talbot.'  When the family fled, they were missing one. One only very few noticed hadn't been on the ship when they were forced to evacuate their home.

   Then the fall of King Solaire had taken every hope they had of ever being able to go back and reclaim their home, and hanged them in the gallows. So caught up in all of these thoughts and memories flooding his conscience, David hadn't heard the soft thumping of boots travelling up the steps to the quarter deck.

   "Ye know," a thick accent began, "I'd a feelin' ye still be bright-eyed an' bushy-tailed t'nite," Asher shifted his weight to one foot and propped his hands up on his decorated hips.

   "I don't know if I'd call this "bright-eyed,"" he replied, only sparing a glance to his First Mate. His best friend.

   "Aye," the blonde shrugged, "just teh bushy-tail then." In a single motion, Ash spun around and joined his Captain seated on the wooden floor. After a few minutes of easily comfortable quiet, nothing but the creaking of wood and the gentle sounds of the calm, undulating sea lapping at the ship. Sparkling blue eyes following his to admire the scenery above that not even the most professional of artists could ever hope replicate.

   "Stirms follow ye, ne matter how clear be teh sky," he sighed. There was always something so delicately kind about the way he spoke, a kindness that was always so genuine. David was both impressed and, honestly, grateful that he'd been able to maintain such an aspect of his personality after everything that's happened. The Captain only hummed, drawing a breathy chuckle from his friend at his side:

   "If ye just wan' teh sit here en quiet company, I'd be perfec'ly fine widit," Asher spoke softly again, leading the deep brunette's attention to catch his gaze. "But if dere's anytin' ye'd like off ye chest, I'd also be mar then willin' teh listen. Maybe even share a shot'a wisdom," he winked with a smile, feeling a smidgen of pride swell in his chest while a trickle of relief washed over his soul when David huffed a laugh.

   "I think I might trust Aggro to steer the ship through a storm more than I trust your "wisdom,"" Ash dropped his jaw, eyes bulging dramatically as he chortled a little heartier than the other had.

   "Aye, I'd trust that cat wit my life if it came down t'it," he shrugged, pulling another small chuckle from the Captain as he nodded, the First Mate laughing softly along with him. Quiet befell the deck of The Wallowing Wolf once more, a tangle of nerves perched upon David's shoulders growing noticeable by the man beside him as he took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

   "I can't stop thinking about what I might be doing wrong," he said, brows pinched tightly as his vivid green eyes now stared out at the nearly invisible horizon across from where they both sat. He didn't need to steal a glance to know Ash was listening with his full attention focused on every word.  "It's easier to push it down and ignore it to some degree when I'm busying myself with something..."

   But once I'm sitting alone on a night of silence with no work to be done, no voices scattered across the whole ship—chattering about what someone will request for the next meal, or making plans to enjoy some proper drinking and merriment once we find land that hasn't gotten word of our bounties yet—all the thoughts, all the memories of everything I've ever done wrong, of everything I am doing wrong.., they crowd my conscience and they refuse to leave until the noise and distractions pick up again.

   Is everything he wanted to say.

   He clenched his fists as he felt them start to tremble, a distant sting that he'd always made such strong efforts to keep away finally coming to his eyes. Giving up on what his throat wouldn't let escape yet, he started elsewhere to Asher, however continuing from where his thoughts broke away:

   "But the sunlight fades so fast, and the dark lasts an eternity." David couldn't will himself to say more, but the strong squeeze from a grounding hand on his shoulder told him he didn't have to.

   Asher may parade about under the guise of a pirate jester, but he was perceptive as the owl; he had a sixth sense for just knowing when something wasn't quite right, especially up in the mind of his best friend and Captain, David Shaw. When their eyes met again, it was like Ash suddenly knew everything he'd done and seen, all the words he said, every expression of boiling rage and animosity his sibling had shot at him ever since their biggest fight, the pain he felt when they declared his father's death—the inadequacy he'd felt in himself ever since that day, when he was told he was to take up the throne, only to watch his home crumble before his eyes.  Asher hummed,

   "Teh rain is faded when teh Lady o' nature wills it, but teh cleods are still dhere. Even dhen, only teh passage o' time may carry them awae, an' this stirm canny start movin' befir ye let it rain, my friend," David sighed and his lips offered an almost microscopic smile.

   "Thank you, Ash," he replied.

   "Aye, not eh probl'm." Asher took in a deep breath and sighed, humming an old tune as his eyes traced the constellations above. It was quiet as the two best of friends sat comfortably in each other's company. It was indeed quiet and tranquil.., for a few minutes

   "Ye know what helps teh time pass dhat, en turn, will give thes stirm a hand en movin' along?" Asked the First Mate, receiving a tired expression complete with a cocked brow.

   "Goin' d'feck asleep." David rolled his eyes and the two shared their laughter, one heartier than the other as always. "Talkin' cen help ye out as well," he added, "not necessarily teh me, lettin' ye know." David grunted as if to say that he understood clearly, and he did. He knew what Ash was hinting at when he said it could help, the two looking back at one another with something akin to a brotherly love embedded in their eyes. Then, Asher stood with a dramatic grunt.

   "Welp, s'pose I'd best be off on my own way," he said as he reached his hands over his head and stretched out his spine, groaning in satisfaction when a series of pops sounded in his ears. "Ye better treat dhat hart-a ye's a lot bit kinder dhan ye have been." Asher told him. The Captain nodded.

   "Merry calm nite to ye, me mule of a Captain, and best o' friend, David Shaw" he took an elegant bow before he spun smoothly on his heel and started back down the steps from the quarter deck and ducked through the door of the Captain's quarters, the space the two friends shared as Asher new that being alone in that cabin—the cabin his father used to sleep in on his own journeys—was bad for the heart and the head.

   Mulling over what the Irishman had said in their conversation, David found himself staring up at the sky, glassy-eyed and conflicted for but a few hours longer before he finally let himself retire to his cot in the Captain's quarters. His final thought as he nodded off being one he found crossed his mind more frequently these days:

   Are they alright?

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HOPE YOU ENJOYED!! I have decided to go with 'Talbot' as Asher's last name, but I'll be giving Baabe the last name O'Connell—which is the only case that I will be giving one of the listener characters a name myself.

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[1-a-b-1]

Sorry David, I’m in love with Gregory now. You can keep the house and all that. I’ll be by in a bit to collect my stuff. You should’ve known not to bring me along to meet that specimen of a shifter, I have always been into older men. 🤷‍♀️

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[sorazvlief]

WHAHWH KEATON PACK KEATON PACK

im wondering if the Keaton Alpha, Gregory, will be voiced by a VA guest or Redacted himself

I ALSO WANNA SEE BAILEY AND ANSEL THERE TOO DIUJGFKJEURJF

#redacted asmr #redacted keaton pack #redacted gregory #redacted bailey #redacted ansel #maplesthoughts