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SOMEONE PLEASE REDRAW THIS AS IMP! DAMIEN I BEG OF YOU 😭😭

original TikTok because…it was really funny: https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT69n36XC/

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His Honey has a voracious sweet tooth. Unquenchable. They usually have good self-restraint and know to balance things out - fruit with nutella or weetbix with no more the half a teaspoon of sugar. This discipline took years to perfect but they still have they're binging moments. That's how they got the 'Honey' moniker.

Of course Guy loved to elongate the sounds of the pet name until it was an annoying singsong, but there was a story to it as well.

His Honey keeps a stash of confectionary, pre-packaged (portion control) to prevent a binge. Guy respects this - his vices are more savoury and his metabolism is very kind given how often he indulges. He admires their self-control and the system they put together. Their old roommate on the other hand…

The three had been living together maybe six months when Guy came home to three bags full of rubbish by the door and metal music blasting through the walls of Honey 's room (he still insists he thought the whole apartment was going to vibrate out of the building). Kayla was standing in their now spotless kitchen.

"Doing a clean out," she explained. “Tossing old, unhealthy food and giving everything a deep clean."

Fuuuuck, she was on some new kick.

The pantry was impeccably organised and sparkling with the very noticeable absence of Honey 's sugar-prep box. Kayla waved away his question about it saying there were healthier options, it took up space, it was ugly and all that packaging was wasteful. Guy grimaced. Honey wouldn’t even open the door when he tried to talk to them.

"They'll get over it," Kayla insisted rolling her eyes, "they should thank me for getting rid of that shit!"

Two days went by without seeing Honey; even leaving or coming back from work. Impressive and concerning.

Guy was coming home from a late shift and was run off his feet. He was ready to literally fall asleep wherever he could, but forced himself to hit the kitchen for some water first and was surprised to see the light on. He knocked on the wall as a warning before stepping into view. Honey was stood straight, surprise in their eyes and their hands behind their back when Guy came in. He asked if everything was okay and they nodded. Once.

"That's good," Guy said, " I've been worried about you but I wanted to give you some space until you could maybe forgive-"

"I'm going to kill her," They interrupted. Not an unexpected statement. What was weird was that Honey obviously had their mouth full.

"Ya know midnight snacking isn't good for you, if it's cheese you're gonna have some weird dreams. Make sure to tell me what they are though might be good for a story."

"It's 11."

"You get my point! What are you eating?" They paused, and shifted before gingerly dropping their arms and placing the jar of honey they had been holding on the counter. Guy had seen it in the pantry that morning, shiny new plastic still in place on the lid and now, it was half empty.

"It's the only sweet thing I could find," They whispered not meeting Guy 's eyes. He looked at the jar a moment longer before bursting out laughing.

"Oh Honey, you got your own back didn't ya - she's gonna be pissed! And hey I think you're a pretty sweet thing yourself. Ow Ow! Don't hit me Honeyyyyy, that's mean!"

That was the first time they had smiled in days. Granted, Guy hadn't seen them in days but it still counts.

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Be me:

- sad that I don’t have any redacted merch despite being obsessed w/ it

- don’t like any of official merch and there’s no fanmade merch

- remember that people make their own fanmade merch all the time

- design a doublesided keychain of my favorite redacted couple (honey and guy)

- wait patiently for it to arrive :D

AFHGHGDMYRDMYRDMSDSDS I LOVE THEM SO FUCKONG MUCH OMFG (also the rats now have names: Iris (top), Juniper (bottom) they’re sisters and absolutely adorable)

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ea spoilers warning:

LETS FUCKING GOOOO!! it’s been two years man, i missed him sm, i’d lost all hope. will listen to this the moment i’m home :D

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Shout out to everyone's favourite size difference couple, Imp!Vega & Pet!!!!

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Shout out to everyone's favourite size difference couple, Imp!Vega & Pet!!!!

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➤ d(a)emon personality quiz lore!

↳ includes d(a)emon types, horn shapes, associated colors, sovereigns, and character examples ↳ all info is copied from quiz results

Desire Demons feed on feelings of lust, passion, and desire. Before the Cacophony, most Desire Demons were bound in the Madrigals of A'Xerahn, the Sovereign of Desire, or less frequently, Fel'Ees, the Sovereign of Illusion. ↳ Examples include Gavin, Scorpius, and Pyxis.

Elation Demons feed on feelings of excitement, adrenaline, delight, or happiness. Before the Cacophony, most Elation Demons were bound in the Madrigals of A'Ahnen, the Sonal Sovereign, and Use'Dia, the Magneto Sovereign, among others. ↳ Examples include Bootes, Aldebaran, and Tejat.

Empathy Demons feed on feelings of caring, love, and compassion. Before the Cacophony, all Empathy Demons were bound in the Madrigal of E'Laetum, the Sovereign of Empathy. ↳ Examples include Caelum, Regulus, and Polaris.

Fear Demons feed on feelings of fear, panic, nervousness, and embarrassment. Before the Cacophony, most Fear Demons were bound in the Madrigals of N'Dellex, the Sovereign of Dreams, and L'Rhenn, the Sovereign of Warding, among others. ↳ Examples include Normae, Azmidi, and Maasym.

Inchoate Demons can feed on any emotion equally, but in turn, they garner little energy from any particular source, so they must feed constantly. Before the Cacophony, most Inchoate Demons were bound in the Madrigal of Rak'Xit, the Inchoate Sovereign. ↳ Examples include Avior, "Warden," and Reticuli.

Misery Demons feed on feelings of grief, hopelessness, guilt, and shame. Before the Cacophony, most Misery Demons were bound in the Madrigals of Kir'Sha, the Sovereign of Water, and P'Taxeck, the Sovereign of Earth, among other. ↳ Examples include Noas, Tegmine, ad Vela.

Sadism Demons feed on feelings of hatred, malice, and harm. Before the Cacophony, most Sadism Demons were bound in the Madrigal of D'Deridahn, the Sovereign of Gravity, though some were bound to Jad'Zia, the Sovereign of Stealth, among others. ↳ Examples include Vega, Carina, and Volantis.

Serenity Demons feed on feelings of contentment, peace, relaxation, and ease. Before the Cacophony, most Serenity Demons were bound in the Madrigal of Min'Ara, the Sovereign of Serenity. All Deathwalkers were once Serenity Daemons. ↳ Examples include Camelopardalis, Crux, and Brachium.

Shock Demons feed on feelings of surprise, confusion, amazement, or wonder. Before the Cacophony, most Shock Demons were bound inthe Madrigals of Z'Tinqin, the Sovereign of Electricity, and Wen'Alak, the Sovereign of Psychokinesis, among others. ↳ Examples include Corvus, Ara, and Antares.

Strife Demons feed on feelings of frustration, anger, disquiet, and disgust. Before the Cacophony, most Strife Demons were bound in the Madrigals of Tal'Ris, the Sovereign of Fire, and S'Thenhin, the Sovereign of Air, among others. ↳ Examples include Musca, Rigel, and Hydra.

➤ NOTE FROM ERIK:

It's important to note, while particular kinds of demons will often share similar personality traits, those aren't uniform. And a demon that feeds on a particular kind of emotion doesn't have to be inherently representative of it. Sadism Demons don't have to be cruel. Empathy daemons don't have to be kind. While some choose to amplify their particular food source of emotion in a person, they can actually absorb that emotion from them instead and help relieve a person of it, if they wish. Just like humans, demons come with all sorts of personalities, preferences, and goals!

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WAHHHHGGG IM SO GLAD YOU LIKED THE GUY DRAWING!! he is my FAVE

I could immediately tell you loved his character and I’m so happy to see my design brought to life by another guy lover :D

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Anyway here's the DAMN crew I guess :)

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"Without me... you're just a lonely, sad, little queer kid from nowhere...who became nothin'"

Personally, this line hit me like an arrow to the chest the first time I listened to it when premiered, so y'all are gonna suffer with me to 💔

I'll accept the therapy bills in my asks-/j

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NSFT!!

Everyday I morn the loss of my favorite artist friend. But I will forever have this piece of art of guy (REDACTED) with me that I crank my hog to every night.

I’m actually so in love with him it’s not even funny. I need to suck him off for so long at such an intense strength there’s indent in his stomach when I’m done with him.

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I rewatched that one Reductive audio and I got to the bit where he said that Quinn said he might want to turn Darlin. And I just keep wondering how that conversation might of gone, how it even got brought up in the first place.

I can sorta imagine them sitting together on the fire escape of Darlin's apartment. Darlin's legs are dangling off the edge, and Quinn is perched up on the guardrail. The sky was nearly wholly black, a few stars peaking out from behind clouds. It was a quiet night. They leant backwards, let out a long breath, and watched the condensation drift up into the air. Neither of them were talking. They'd just gotten back from helping Quinn feed- this time it had been some campers Darlin had found in the woods nearby. They always felt brittle after that, after the adrenaline worn off. The silence helped mask that feeling.

"I want to turn you."

Quinn said it out of nowhere, and to the empty air. Not a question, just a statement. Darlin's neck snapped up to look at him, their brow furrowing. "What?"

Now he actually looked down at them, rolling his eyes. "You heard me."

"Huh." They didn't really know what else to say. They just sat there, looking up towards him, studying his face, stark against the night sky. Looking for a sign that this was just another one of his jokes, something they could force a laugh at and then move on. He looked at them expectantly.

"Well?" He prompted.

"Well what?" They turned away, leaning against the metal railing in front of them and trying to ignore how his eyes bored into them.

He scoffed, drumming a perfectly manicured hand on the railing his sat on. His voice was lilting, condescending, like he was talking to a child. A part of Darlin, a part they normally chose to ignore, bristled. "Oh, don't be obtuse, Precious- what do you think? About me turning you?"

Darlin watched Quinn's shadow fall over them as they struggled for an answer, cast by the flickering light of their apartment. They forced a shrug, a short, curt answer. "Probably couldn't go on pack runs if you did."

The vampire sighed dramatically. "You could still run, Precious."

It wasn't that simple and he knew it. He knew that in the way he dragged out each syllable of that godforsaken petname, and the way he scolded them like they were a child insisting there was a monster under their bed. They were about to tell them that, a part of them wanting to put the hand they'd clenched around the railing in front of them to good use. But then he sat down beside them and that part of themself shut its damn mouth.

He'd swung himself down from his impromptu seat above them, nearly landing on top of them, and placed a hand firmly on top of Darlin's. He pushed himself into Darlin, invading their space and forcing them to glance over and meet his eyes. His breath stank. He flashed them a winning smile, his fangs glinting in the moonlight.

"You'd actually be better at it. Faster, stronger. There'd be no stopping, no worrying, no trying to not get hurt." He rattled each reason off succinctly, with precision and, Darlin realised with a small horror, with practice. He quipped under his breath. "And we both know how hard that last one is for you."

Darlin shoved their shoulder into his. Hard. They grumbled out something small, too tired to put force behind anything but the push. "Shut up."

His hand tightened over Darlin's, his voice almost musical. "You know I'm right. Or was that little incident tonight a fluke?"

They yanked their hand out from under Quinn's, almost like it had burnt them. Their voice was a hiss, only somewhat audible over the sounds of the city below them. "That was- I didn't know they were there. They got the jump on me."

Quinn threw his head back, the sound of his laughter filling the nighttime air. Making Darlin's ears ring. "You're proving my point, you do realise that, right?"

Darlin felt tired in that moment, staring at their feet hanging off the edge, listening to his voice drip like sewage in their ears. There was blood on their sneakers. They'd just noticed it, they weren't sure if it was from earlier or a different night altogether. They just wanted Quinn to shut up so they could stop thinking. Tone hoarse and as hushed as the midnight wind, their voice droned out a response. "Can you just leave it?"

"You've thought about it before."

That made Darlin look up. That made them flinch as they met his eyes, hungry and knowing. He inclined his head slightly forward, baring his teeth. The silver in his eyes sparkling for a brief moment.

There was laughter in his voice as he watched Darlin recoil. "There we go! Oh, come on, darling, there's no shame in it."

Something inside of them begged them to run. Another part of them longed to punch him square in the fucking nose. Darlin ignored both of those sides of them, in favour of that careful, spiteful, apathy they'd practiced over the years. They unclenched their jaw, loosened their fingers, untensed their shoulders. It was deliberate and forced and hopefully convincing. Hopefully would make him believe in the fact that this conversation wasn't going to get him anywhere. That they hadn't thought about it everytime they got knocked down a little too hard. That they hadn't wondered what it would be like as they clutched their side, bloodied and bruised from another failure. That they had never thought about it in the middle of the night, as they stared at ceiling and tried to not think about how sudden Gabe's death had been.

But maybe they weren't as good an actor as they thought they were. Or maybe there was still a glimmer of that in their eyes. Or maybe, more likely, Quinn just didn't give a shit either way.

They tore their eyes away from his, and stared back out into the night. They felt him lean against them, practically purring. "Oh please, don't be like that. It would be so perfect, you know that."

With that he grabbed their hand, fully taking it off of the rail this time and clasping it in his hands with both a reverence and a vice grip. There was blood underneath his finger nails. They could barely see it in the low light, but they could smell it. It was all they could smell. The same blood that was on their shoe.

He cradled their hand, thumbnail tracing a line across their skin, a mimicry of gentleness. "You and me, nights like this. This- this freedom. Forever."

His voice was so soft, they could almost forget about how he'd sounded earlier. That sharp, keening edge to his voice as he chased down the campers. The crunch that had cut through the cricketsong and distant cars when his teeth sank into that human's throat. The slightly too loud thud as their body hit the ground, and the way he'd delighted when he caught sight of the human's friend running away.

He sounded like someone they didn't know. They almost didn't suck on a sharp breath as the last word left his mouth. Forever. Their eyes snagged on the blood underneath his fingernails. His forever was the hunt they'd just been on. It was running through a forest, chasing humans down like cattle, adrenaline coursing through him and a constant smile on his lips. Forever was fun, forever was free.

But Darlin's forever was something different. It was this lull after the hunt. It was sitting on a fire escape, or a rooftop, or wherever they found themself, and licking their wounds. Watching a sleeping city and trying to ignore Quinn, trying to ignore everything they'd just done. How they felt once the adrenaline wore off; small and brittle and dirty. It meant more blood splattered across their shoes and never having even a vague clue as to where it came from.

But they didn't want to say all that. So they just shrugged and tore their eyes away from his hands and looked off into the night. And just repeated what theyd said earlier, firmer this time. "Probably couldn't go on pack runs if you did."

They watched Quinn's nostrils flare, and he dropped their hands. His movements were tense as he pushed himself up from his seat and back onto his perch on the guardrail, eyes unblinking and glaring at the horizon. They didn't miss the way his jaw twitched, or how his hands had turned into fists. A silence fell over the two, heavy and thick and choking.

He let out a deliberate huff. "Not like you go running with them now anyway."

Darlin stayed staring up at him for a few more seconds, waiting for him to say something. Something they could rebutt, maybe with something clever, maybe with a simple middle finger. But he just kept staring ahead.

They swallowed, the words washing over them. Their voice was smaller than they wanted it to be. "… I'm gonna head inside."

He gave a quick hum. "Mhm."

So they used the railing to pull themself to their feet, and with one last look at Quinn, ducked underneath the window and went inside. The image of his eyes, not even a shred of acknowledgement behind them, unmoving in their mind. They kicked off their shoes and fell onto their couch, which shook and creaked under their weight. They slouched over as that heavy silence dissipated into the sound of their lights buzzing overhead and muffled conversation of their neighbours. It was almost calming.

But then they saw the blood on their shoes. And then it didn't help at all.

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OKAY ONE PERSON SAID THEY WANNA HEAR IT SO LETS TALK ABOUT MY PROJ. MERIDIAN (/wider Redactedverse bc other characters are in this) AU!!

Very vague story explanation and characterizations:

Very similar plot to the original project Meridian series, ETS decides to create a robotic humanoid to attempt to address the issues with the meridian. Marcus (who works in the social technology wing) falls head over heels with the massive robot and attempts to manipulate their code to make them feel the same way.

Marcus's plan backfires, as this asset has a program that keeps logs of each bit of added code and Marcus gets in trouble. He isn't necessarily booted from the project though, because he managed to wriggle his way out of larger repercussions.

James is still absolutely exhausted and Anton just wants to go home but everyone else is mostly civil with the Asset.

Eventually "something" (if you've watched the imperium you know what I'm talking about) happens to the meridian and ETS deems PM useless and pulls funding and personnel, abandoning the Asset and the facility altogether.

A few years later (current day-ish), a group of urban explorers (DAMN crew) decide to investigate the abandoned facility and find the Asset (or what's left of them tbh).

After powering the Asset on and gaining all the information they could, they decide to take the asset with them and track down some of the members of Project Meridian to see what they can do about the Asset and what's left of PM (the building, etc).

THIS IS VERY BARE BONES AND I MADE UP HALF OF IT ON THE SPOT TO FILL PLOT HOLES SO IF SMTH DOESNT MAKE SENSE ILL RETCON IT OUT LATER!!

Characterizations:

Asset - HUGE. (7'6 ft) Has a very neutral/slightly negative view on humans, especially Marcus. They do as they're told and react to everything very logically. (Autistic projecting :3)

Marcus - pretty much the same kinda freak he was in the original PM series. He's a little more disgruntled and slightly more obsessive over the Asset though.

James - this man is on the brink of exhaustion, someone get him a coffee. Keeping a close eye on Marcus after his whole "love code" thing. Wants to go home

Anton - civil towards the asset, callous towards Marcus. Anton is NOT tryna have some twink ruin the plan and make it take longer for him to get home.

Brian - I MISSED YOU BRAIN!!! Similar to Anton, but is less civil towards the Asset. He's also very tired and just wants to go home.

Height chart!! (This and the characterizations don't include the DAMN crew bc I'm focusing mainly on the original PM crew for this post)

Marcus DEFINITELY has some sorta complex and size kink bc look at the height difference between him and the Asset.

RANDOM TIDBITS ABOUT THIS AU!

- the Asset is much bigger as they realized that fitting all that technology into an average sized humanoid body was A LOT harder than it looked

- Brian is a Magneto energetic! (Idk if it was ever confirmed if he's a magic user or not but in this AU he is)

- Anton is still a werewolf but the Asset never sees him shift so they assumed he was an informed unempowered human

- James is still a telepath

- the Asset was aware of their purpose from pretty much the beginning once they had enough sentience to be able to process that purpose and know of the wider world of magic

- the Asset HATES the silicon synthetic skin (especially on their head/face) and has ripped it off several times, telling engineers and higher ups to stop putting the skin back on them.

- the Asset prefers to look less humanoid, showing their robotic face to help create a distance between them and the humans working on/with them (it has not worked on Marcus tho, it's too late for him)

I am NOT in the mood to draw the Asset rn but I will soon. Instead I offer you several examples of pretty much what they look like. It's a weird mix between real life humanoid robots and something like the androids in Detroit: Become Human.

I love my silly robot and I love making them hate Marcus and ignore or react negatively to his advances.

If y'all have any ideas, suggestions, or wanna hear/see more of this AU lmk bc they're one of the several AUs that spin around in my brain all day!

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i’ve seen a lot of posts lately that have been, not bashing Erik, but being a bit frustrated (idk if that’s the right word but it’s what we’re going with) with him, for the amount of fluff stuff we’ve been getting lately, so i’ve come to offer my two cents:

it’s been incredibly stressful to just exist lately, given basically everything going on in the world. anxiety for a lot of people is at an all time high, things are so uncertain and mental health for a lot of people, is not great right now. Hell, Erik has gone as far as to make a comfort audio for this exact reason (the one Camelopardalis audio)

as a writer and character creator myself, i find it can be emotionally taxing to create lore heavy, angst heavy stuff when i myself am already not in a good headspace, and to them have to put myself in the characters headspace who also i’m not having a good time or in a good space, it gets to be a lot.

so, instead i just create fluff scenes in my head. I create a world where everything is great for my characters, where they can be happy and live with their partners without any threat to their rights, their safety, and all the other stupid shit a lot of people are currently having to worry about due to the things going on in everyday life.

it wouldn’t surprise me if Erik is doing this same thing. He’s a queer man, one in the US, having the deal with all this awful, negative crap going on, and i don’t blame him if he’s making fluffy, feel good content right now as a pick me up for himself because, let’s be honest, we all need a pick me up and a distraction from all the crap going on.

this isn’t me coming to say that those people that are frustrated aren’t valid in their feelings, i totally get it!!! i love lore and angst and plot driven things. i just think we should consider how the wonderful Mr Redacted might be doing, and at the end of the day, his audios are a passion project of his, and i would guess, an escape for him, my characters are for me, and i appreciate greatly that he shares that with all of us. his characters and audios have been such a comfort to me and countless others.

i can’t express how thankful i am that i found redacted, i think he is crazy talented and above everything else, his audios give me something to look forward to every saturday. waiting for that new audio genuinely gets me through the week. it’s a little mind boggling to me that he gets an audio out basically every week, the amount of work and dedication that would take.

i’m rambling at this point but hopefully this gets my point across haha.

sorry if none of this made sense XD

thanks for reading if you somehow managed to get to the bottom

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Hey, I’m doing artfight :)

My user is: themushroommerchant

Here’s some of my art and recents attacks

I’m Team Crystal but I do Friendly Fire too

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Early Guy, in a rare moment of vulnerability, laying in bed, wondering how he managed to bag a life with Honey. Wondering if their stoic nature is a response to his exhausting personality. He can’t help the tears that slide down his face as he messily tries to wipe them away.

Early Honey who finds him in bed, clearly distressed about something. Them not entirely sure how to help him emotionally, but wanting to try regardless. Their hands replace his and seem more effective at wiping away his tears. Slowly, eventually, they get him to open up.

“I don’t know how you deal with me.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m too loud, obnoxious, boisterous, annoying.”

“What? No you’re not, Guy.”

“You don’t have to spare my feelings, Honey, I know what I am.”

“I know that you’re fun. Passionate, enthusiastic, and yeah, maybe a little loud, but that’s what I find endearing about you.”

“I just don’t get it. You’re you, brilliant, amazing you and I’m just me. Just a big sad pile of noise. I’m too much for a lot of people to handle.”

“Guy, look at me. You’re not too much. Far from it. If you’re too much, why is it that I can’t seem to get enough of you?”

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Just thought about Asher and Milo in dresses and busted. Goodnight everyone :D