#REDACTED REVEAL

[theluckyshadow]

REDACTED REDACTED REDACTED!!!! YEAAAHHHH

ITS HAPPENING

I was hoping for it to be this week but please be patient… I got sick and I have an assignment to finish :(

[amoena55]

I let my pussy make my decisions, call that clitical thinking

[rotisseries]

dying to protect atsushi TWICE is crazy actually. akutagawa doesn't even remember who he is this time. question for our audience has this man ever been normal at all

[pycth]

Happy Father’s Day to Gabe Shaw

You can really see who David gets his looks from :)

(I know I promised certain people this was gonna be a wholesome post, but the parasites in me always win—)

A lil fun fact, David had been growing out his hair since Highschool with minimal care, but after Gabe passed he cut it short (kind of like Gabe’s in fact) because his depression had begun to make it hard to manage while also taking on the role as Pack Alpha so much sooner than he had ever expected.

The first time he cut it was in the bathroom the night before Gabe’s funeral. He didn’t exactly know what he was doing, but he was desperate to rid himself of some kind of weight he carried.

It was a mess. At some point he stopped trying to perfect it and blindly cut here and there as tears fogged his vision of the miserable reflection in front of him.

When he finally allowed himself to breath and get a good look at the damage, he felt as if the man he had lost was staring right back at him, saddened by the sight of his son in dismay. He broke down, silently as not wake his roommate who had already spent several restless nights comforting his best friend.

The next morning, greeted by the sight of David’s attempt to cope, Asher managed to convince David let him take him to go get his hair touched up before the funeral—not that there was much protest on his part.

Seeing it cleaned up by the proper tools in the right hands made him feel little better. But the burden still sat heavy on his shoulders. He was the Alpha now, he needed to look like he had it together. He needed to have it together.

He’s gotten it cut that way ever since.

[perryabbott]

The beloved Ranger... I... I can't believe it! I grew up hearing all about your brave deeds. And Boo's, of course.

[14dayswithyou]

[REVOKED] [RETAINED] [RED̴A̸C̵͍̔T̵̰̓E̸̘̽D̸̳̻͕́̒]̵̱̈́̋

[slushiepizza]

1980s supercomputer-horror project meridian AU that nobody asked for (marcus still on his bullshit regardless.)

the year was 1979. ETS released their latest supercomputer, the A553-T. It was state-of-the-art, an invention that would revolutionize how computers work forever. 240 million calculations per second. It took the breath out of your lungs- you had never seen anything like it. It perfectly blended form and function- and it was the most dense a computer has ever been, a towering, multiple-sided object in the middle of the room like a heart in a ribcage. Underneath it, a cooling system was installed- a network of pipes and cables and freon like what mycelium was to fungi. As you untangled the system- you found what seemed to be a lump. You tell yourself that it was dust- or some sort of buildup of dirt. But you know what it was. Vessels started to form in the lumps. Maybe you weren't so different from 'it' after all. Meanwhile, your coworker struggled with workplace discrimination due to his heritage, the looming political conflict left a bad taste in everyone's mouths. The same conflict, though, that funded the creation of the object of your affections. (pronoun monolog inspired/ based on a passage from I have No Mouth yet I must Scream)

[yournewmusictaste]

BA BUMMMMMMM.

FACE REVEAL TIME.

ARE YOU NERVOUS?

SO AM I.

BA BUMMMMMMMMMM.

IS THIS GETTING ANNOYING?

BA BA BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

VIOLAAAAAAAAAAAAAA 🥳

made with @sweetheart-ashy's template.

@vegafan69

@professionallyyappinabtangst

@dawnofiight

@moronkyne

@achios

@aurorialwolf

@sams-darlin

@deezbignutz

@marlowlvsu

@milogreersleftdresssock

@porters-fangs

@idontdomathlol

@stellarren

@aimedis

@urfrenfishy

@puffin-smoke

@darlin-collins

[mosaickiwi]

(Sorry if i sound rude since english is not my first language 👉👈) 

I love your writing so much btw thank you for providing us with top tier quality writing, the way you write rendacted is just 🤌😍

I dont know if its allowed since its kind of specific, but can i please request a fluff/comfort for an insecure chubby angel that's not confident with their body and strech mark so they kinda doubt that rendacted really love them and thought they only playing with them and only dating for fun or smth 👉👈 😳 

Thank you soo much in advance (for the ping too) (≧∇≦)/

Thank you and you're welcome!! I love to cook this silly man 🥰 Appreciate da request <3

self loathing angst but it's just angel getting too deep in their own head

💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤

Shorts

After a few weeks of dating, somehow [REDACTED] still smiled at you the same way. Still had that look of wonder and joy whenever you spoke. Still let their hand linger in yours for a second too long each time you parted ways.

As happy as he made you, you couldn't trust them just yet. 

Part of you was waiting—you'd been waiting the whole time—for everything to come crashing down. That’s how it always ended. You were surprised things even lasted this long.

He was sitting out in your shoddy living room while you changed for a date at the pier. As you looked in the mirror, your decision to wear shorts seemed like a mistake now. The horrid, uneven lines that patterned the skin of your thighs only made the choice worse. 

Of all the places to choose to live, it just had to be near the beach. You barely got by with loose shirts and pants for a while, but each day was more hot and humid than the last this summer. You couldn't go out like this. Let alone have him see all those flaws that glared back at you from your reflection.

Your heart thudded in your ears as you contemplated changing into something else. But you could feel it. The moment you'd been dreading was going to happen no matter what. Sooner or later they'd break up with you. What was the point of waiting for it? You could get it over with now, while you were in the comfort of your own home.

A few minutes of familiar, agonizing, embarrassment, then straight to bed for a pity party and a movie once your soon-to-be-ex left. Nothing new.

There was nothing else to do but face it. You breathed in and out at a steady pace to calm your nerves, then crept into the hallway. Despite the care you took, a floorboard creaked before you rounded the corner into the living room.

“Ready to go?” In an instant [REDACTED] was calling your name, draining away the confidence you held. You couldn’t bear to look up as he approached—to see that soft smile you loved fall into a frown. His footsteps were quiet, and you soon felt the warmth of his presence in front of you. “What’s wrong?”

Their voice never wavered in disappointment like you expected. It made your heart skip a beat like always, calm and gentle as he was with you. He was even concerned, reaching for your hand at your side but stopping short when you managed a few words.

“It’s nothing,” you mumbled. 

“Doesn't seem like nothin’, Angel. We don't need—” Whatever they were trying to say slipped right past you as fear set in.

Why was he treating you so nicely? Was the room too dim for them to see? Did he not see everything wrong about you on display? It didn’t even sound like they noticed the stretch marks. You weren’t sure what to do. Nothing was going the way it had with previous partners.

Arms cautiously wrapped around your now trembling form as he pulled you close. The sudden hug shocked you long enough to realize your cheeks were wet. And that he was rambling.

“—Upset you. If y’don't feel like goin’ anymore that's fine. We can stay here ‘til y’feel better. Or would you rather I leave? Get you somethin’? That store you like should still be open—” He took a step back.

You weren’t calm enough to speak, but desperately hugged your partner back when he tried to move away. They stopped immediately. A soft breath tickled your forehead, and the smallest sigh left him in relief.

“... Fuck. Had me worried there,” he whispered and tenderly kissed the crown of your head. “Should I stay then?” You nodded. Minutes passed in silence as he stroked scarred fingers through your hair to soothe you, occasionally murmuring quiet reassurance.

You couldn't see why he wasn't disappointed. His attempts to calm you weren't in vain, though.

Finally, you felt as if you could manage. “I thought that…” It was hard to say out loud when you clung so tightly that your face was pressed fully against his chest. You pulled back and sniffled. A small, damp spot on his black shirt got left behind as evidence of your tears. “Oops.”

The dark haired man let off a smile at your reaction and gently pried, “Thought what?” 

You bit your lip. Lying wouldn't do you any good. “I’m not that nice to look at,” you eventually admitted.

He frowned to himself, then gently cupped your tear-stained cheek. “You’re absolutely beautiful, you know?”

“Oh… um.” 

“Really. I promise I don't want anyone else." His blue eyes were dripping with clear adoration. "I’d stare at you all day if y’let me, love.”

The pet name had you at a loss, completely flustered. He never called you that before. “Can you really be sure?” Your voice got quieter and quieter as you tried to explain your worries further. “I just feel like…” With each word, your gaze drifted to the side in fear of his reaction. “You should've, uh… broken up with me by now?”

“Angel, I'd never even consider—” He cut himself off. "... ‘Been doin' a shit job of expressing m’self, if that’s what you’re thinking.” [REDACTED] hardly gave you a chance to react before he was leading you to the couch. He sat down, lacing his fingers through yours as he pulled you to sit in his lap. It felt more intimate than usual with his other hand resting on your bare leg. “I’ll get whatever you want at the pier tomorrow. Right now I need to make sure y’know how important you'll always be t’me.”

[capitalisticveins]

The fact that Imp Angel’s actions and death has no overall impact in the Imperium PISSES ME OFFFFF

[dawnofiight]

SOMEONE is getting drawn in this outfit I'm wearing today .

It can even be multiple people SOMEONE is wearing it though.

[theluckyshadow]

IM SO EXCITED FOR THE REDACTED REVEAL AAAAAA

WOOOOO

It’s coming I swear!!!!

Hopefully I can get it done between assignments LMAO

[kooldewd123]

pour one out for the poor guys running the pokemon social media accounts. they are gonna have people taunting them about this leak stuff in the notes of every single tweet for YEARS.

[your-local-mom-whore]

Thank you my dearest @sincerelywhistler for creating this iconic thumbnail, you’re the bestest 💞

Hot boi summer may be over but….

Hot Girl Summer is Forever

My beloved spooky fear demon OC, Andromeda of course gets to participate in the time honored tradition! She’s having a hot girl summer Megan thee stallion would be proud of. What’s this scary lady getting up to you might be asking? Two words:

✨Skinny Dipping✨

[pycth]

Some expression practice sketches! (Requested by some friends^^)

Normally I’d clean these up, but with how busy I’ve been I just wanted to throw these out there

In order—

(Lasko, Elliott, @angelicaether ‘s David, my Redacted Oc Michael, Asher, Vincent, and Imp!Asher)

The original sheet—

[hammerhead-jpg]

Random redacted sketches (?)

An apology to sweetheart for butchering them in my drawing listeners post LAWRD