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if i see one more comment praising a lineup that's the EXACT same lineup we've seen every day for 2 months i'm gonna lose it 😭

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what're you waiting for?

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I wish you didn't have to see this

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Hello Creekside fans, today I offer you a silly meme redraw

Tomorrow? Who knows

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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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Welcome to the [knifenotes] blog, the official blog for the Young![Redacted] and Creekside Killer AU

This blog will host different forms of media surrounding this AU, such as moodboards, fanart, fics, and more

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Sharp Like Yours

[based on this]

“… 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