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"You will burn yourself one day, you know.", he said, a pale shadow of the flames dancing in his blue eyes. Eyes that were avoiding him. "I already did, many times.", Anthony replied, watching Ian Redacted. "Aren't you scared?" "No. I need it to see. "

Ash by Tracy K. Smith / x / Moss Angel The Undying / x / Nietzsche

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Sharp Like Yours

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“… W-what are you looking at?”

“Hm?”

“You’re staring.”

Anthony hadn’t even realized, but he couldn’t deny the fact that he was. Staring, that is. Staring at the way Redacted chewed away at his pencil, marks beginning to dimple the soft wooden surface of the writing tool as he looked at the documents in front of him in deep concentration. With his lips raised, Redacted exposed the canines that were to blame for the sorry state of Redacted’s pencil. A sharp point, digging into the material.

Anthony was ogling at the sight and ruminating on the irony: Redacted had the teeth of a killer, a predator on the hunt, but he had no real drive for it. In fact, the smaller man would be more inclined to go on a long-standing rant than hurt a measly fly, truly the definition of  “all bark, no bite.” Anthony could remember well the incident in which Redacted had killed for the first time, the smell of acid and gunpowder mixing in the air. That man had teeth that could tear through flesh, but he wasn’t as broken as Anthony was to do anything about it. At least not yet.

Anthony was jealous, that was for certain. He just wasn’t sure if he was jealous of Redacted’s sharp teeth, or of the pencil being marked by Redacted’s bite.

“You didn’t answer my question,” Redacted scolded again. “What are you looking at?”

Instead of speaking, Anthony reached his hand forward and towards Redacted’s face. The smaller man flinched slightly; while they did know each other since childhood, they had barely reconnected. Plus, a small part of him still felt guilty for meeting up with the infamous Creekside Killer behind Sarah’s back. Once Anthony’s hand made contact with Redacted’s cheek, he pressed his thumb against his upper lip, causing Redacted to comply and open his mouth.

“I could use a bite like yours,” Anthony replied calmly, his voice deep and gravelly. “Since when did your teeth get so sharp?”

Redacted wasn’t quite sure what Anthony meant, but he felt his face get hot anyways. Still grabbing his cheek, Anthony pulled their faces in closer as the killer continued to examine his teeth. Redacted wasn’t trying to, but he could taste the saltiness of Anthony’s thumb in his mouth, his cheeks flushing as the other man’s eyes scanned him with a quiet intensity. Then, Anthony drew his thumb over the point of Redacted’s canines, pressing in as if to test if he could draw blood.

Redacted finally gained the courage to bring his hand up, grab Anthony’s by his wrist and pull his hand away. “What are you, my dentist?” he jabbed back. He was still feeling slightly embarrassed, and Anthony’s face was still so close to his.

Anthony was still staring at his mouth. “I want to feel them.” 

Redacted froze. He still didn’t know what that meant, and every possible theory was running through his mind. It was like he short circuited, because he couldn’t even react in time once Anthony leaned in and pressed his lips and his. With a quick swipe of Anthony’s tongue against his lips, Redacted’s mouth became slack jawed, giving in to the intrusion. He felt Anthony rub his tongue along the edge of his canine, teasingly. Maddeningly.

Once Redacted was able to form a coherent thought, he decided to give the killer what he wanted. With a slow and steady force, Redacted bit down on Anthony’s lip, hard enough that they both began to taste the sting of iron in their mouths. Anthony didn’t even flinch at the pain, instead he released from Redacted and licked his lip with a curiosity. Redacted leaned back as well, panting heavy as he watched a small trace of blood trickle down Anthony’s lip.

“I-I’m sorry,” he said breathlessly. Anthony didn’t respond, instead he brought his hand up to his chin to wipe away at the crimson liquid. He grinned as he looked at the blood on his fingertips. 

Maybe Ian could bite after all.

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My entry for the DTIYS by @smoshidiot :) Beloved Redacted ♡

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A Reunion

(Hannibal Mizumono x Creekside AU)

This might be the most obscure crossover I’ve ever drawn but it fits them so well

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My entry for @smoshidiot's Young![Redacted] DTIYS

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I'm really late but I finally found time to finish it ���� I love my boy [redacted] in any way, shape, or form so i had to try and draw him < 3

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but i’m not sharp like you

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burn it to the ground, baby.

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(they barely made it out alive)

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watch your back 🗡️

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their moms forced them to go trick or treating

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what do you want? i don’t trust you.

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[i’d recognize those eyes anywhere]

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free as a moth trapped in a crow’s beak

either this world will swallow you whole, or i will

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Among the Grass

The brush ran up past their knees, to the point you could barely see the dirt underneath, but that was perfect for Anthony. He couldn’t say the same about Ian, though, who decided to follow him even despite his protestations about the whole thing. He kept going on about how he “didn’t have much to do today anyway,” and that he “feels safer away from the cell towers in their city.” Which led them here, to an open grass field just over the hill behind Anthony’s house.

They had been walking for a good hour or so, the California sun beating down on them. Anthony could feel the sweat start to build underneath his jacket, but he would never take it off. Ian must’ve seen it as some kind of challenge, because he wouldn’t shrug off his jacket either, despite how bulky it was and how much Ian was clearly struggling in the heat. They had ventured deep enough into the field for Anthony’s liking, several feet ahead of them already lay a dense forest. He stopped and silently turned to Ian.

“We can stop here,” he said in a calm tone, barely sounding exhausted.

Ian, however, was panting. “Jeez, finally…” he said as he slumped to the ground, resting on top of a large rock. “What are we here for again?”

Anthony hummed to himself as he began to scan the field. “Something for my collection,” he replied.

“... Right,” was Ian’s slightly suspicious response. He took out his little notebook from his pocket and started diligently writing in it. Anthony was always curious as to what was written in there, but Ian never let him see it. 

It was odd how the two became friends, if they could even call it that. Ian transferred to their school a few months into the semester, and the two of them were paired up for a science project: drawing a landfill poster. Anthony didn’t care, he just did the work as he was told but added his own flair, like a dumpster being lit on fire or a few dead rats here and there. He didn’t expect for Ian to add something of his own, too, like strange cryptic symbols or hooded figures.

Since then, they had been silently hanging around each other. No one liked to sit next to Anthony at lunch, and he didn’t mind at all. Ian being the new kid meant he didn’t understand the school norms and sat next to him anyway. Anthony didn’t mind the company. 

Anthony quietly stalked around the field, looking down at the dry grass beneath him and scanning for any movement. He didn’t wander too far from Ian, who was still hyper focused on writing in his journal. The older boy looked over to him for a moment, thinking back to that journal again. Anthony had a morbid sense of curiosity, and slowly that journal was becoming his newest fixation. If Ian wasn’t going to share it with him, Anthony might have to find ways of getting to it himself. But he wasn’t going to worry about that right now.

He felt something move underneath him, the grass parting away and grazing against his scraped-up knees. He looked down and saw exactly what he was looking for. The creature passed by slowly, and Anthony didn’t move a muscle. He stared down at it with an intensity that could light this whole damn field on fire (and for a moment, it did tempt him).

At the perfect moment, Anthony surged forward and grabbed it.

“What the fuck was that?!” called out Ian, having flinched from Anthony’s sudden movement.

The creature wriggled in Anthony’s grip, but luckily Anthony was able to keep it steady in his hands. Before he could finish it off, it managed to rear its head around and snap at the ball of his thumb, drawing blood. Anthony didn’t relent however. He managed to adjust his grip and, with a swift movement, snapped its neck. Anthony could feel the crack of bones underneath his fingers, and the feeling alone sent satisfying shivers down his spine. He looked back down at where the creature had bit him, seeing the redness that spilled from his open wound. He watched as it trickled down his hand and eventually his wrist, before a few drops fell onto the dirt below.

“Jesus man, are you okay?” came Ian’s voice from behind him, looking concerned.

“‘M fine,” Anthony replied nonchalantly, wiping the blood off on his red jacket. He showed off his prize to Ian. “Caught it.”

Ian stared at it with a mixture of awe and disgust. “A snake?”

“Mhm. It’s a gopher snake, non-venomous,” he said matter-of-factly. “Last thing I need for my collection.”

“Huh,” Ian hummed to himself, taking note of what Anthony said in his journal. “Do you know how to skin it?”

Anthony shrugged, “Yeah.” He had watched a few tutorials online the night before, including ways of identifying the gopher snake from a rattlesnake, and how to properly subdue it. “I have all the tools ready at home.”

“Cool,” Ian muttered, writing it down again in his journal. “Excited to see how it turns out.”

Anthony cracked a smile at that. “Me too.”