#anyway thanks angie!!!!

[alchemisticramblings]

chess tips from your local five hundred year old man

[penncilkid]

Finally. At long fucking last. I've drawn my 2nd top pick in the Redactedverse. He's technically the first person I ever tried to draw, but now I have a sketch I actually love.

I'm asking y'all to show some love to: Mr. Milo Greer

LIIIIIIIIKE only like 3 people have seen the first/earlier iterations of my Milo design, but this— this feels like him. And I'm so fucking happy with it now. /pos

Anyways I need him carnally, biblically, and in ways damaging to feminism

[Quick Stats (for my headcanon)]

-5'5" (Shortest of the pack minus Angel)

-Afro-Latino (Specifically Dominican)

-Always has some sort of chain, not negotiable. In his base canon design, it's this name chain. In other iterations, the chain takes different forms. (And yes. It stays on. You know what I mean.)

-As per my headcanon that all the pack has at least one scar on their face, his is across his left eyebrow.

-The body hair and the freckles were a must-have, they just make sense to give him in my mind /pos

-Despite "canon", I think his design meshes amazing with Maia's (aka my "Darlin" / Part of Moonlit Chains, my default ship if Milo or Darlin is involved)

[hungrydogs-if]

had an acquaintance ask me why i don't just use ai writing to finish my book (it's not a book, it's a game, hanna) quicker and i just.

*inhale*

[rascal-rose]

Commission done! A gift for @angiefuzzball hope you enjoy :>

[seokwoosmole]

Oh Yukio they could never make me hate you.

Make me extremely angry and frustrated and fill me with the desire to reach my hands through the screen and knock some major sense into you? Maybe even occasionally feel dislike for you? Yes.

But not hate you😔

[imaginerium]

Just imagining Jane with a really high pitched girly voice and how utterly bizarre that would be 🤣🤣🤣 but it would change everything. I'm not sure I'd be into her as much as I am or at all??? Idk voices are just so important to me attraction wise and her voice is just... it's JUST 🔥🤤

[strawberri-draws]

Angie Yonaga ‼️ (everyone cheers)

[puckpocketed]

@keycfreason sorry for the roundabout way of answering i don’t want this to cross-tag <3

cats > st-rs > oil-rs > r-ngers

is the final word on where my loyalties lie. we have similar team priorities!! <3 a person of refined culture in MY inbox !!

[embersofhope-if]

angry note for creon?

[[Name]],

What were you thinking talking to Woof? He's not your mentor. I am. You need help you talk to me, not him. He can barely stand, let alone talk, and you’re asking him for advice? It's a waste of time. Woof is Aurels mentor for a reason. I have no doubt about that. Any advice he gives you is surely meant to lead you to your death. I'm the only person you can trust here [[Name]] don't listen to anyone else. Do not let this happen again.

-Creon

[musicrunsthroughmysoul]

LILY!! MEANT TO TELL YOU I LOVED UR EXCERPT U POSTED I thought eric and west had such chemistry plus thank you for giving us ur super awesome music knowledge i was like jotting this band down this singer down loool love it

Heehee, ahhhhhh, thank you so much, Angie!!! 🥰 It makes me SOOOOOO HAPPY to hear that you think they had chemistry! Although I mean, not to be biased, but I thought so, too. LOL And, heh, including those artists and bands in their discussion was more than a bit of the self-indulgent part!! 😅 Hopefully the playlist that I posted there helps. 🙂

[djsangos]

not to post 2 pics 2 days in a row or anything (does it anyway)

but i accidentally burned dinner like the fucking scatterbrain i am flopped to the floor in pure rage and frustration heard giggling only to open my eyes and find my GIRLFRIEND that TRAITOR standing over me with their phone out laughing at me like how DARE you make fun of me in my lowest moment i was trying to COOK FOR US

so we ended up just ordering doordive instead cant have shit in inkopolis

[water-mellie-seeds]

G9od morning angies 2 tylenol and smoking up before bed And hot compress for an hour before falling asleep plan DIDNT WORK i woke up just as in pain

[sexynetra]

@lady-assnali tagged me in this fun little tag game as a sneaky little tactic to get more peeks at the chapter before I post and guess what? It worked 💕 (love you mon bien-aimé, nobody loves rawnsyf like you none of this would happen without you xxoo)

1. Share the premise (as much or as little as you’d like) of the WIP that’s been haunting you lately.

RAWNSYF CHAPTER 6 MY MORTAL ENEMY MY BELOVED I have been stuck with her for so long I think my brain is made of jell-o.

We left off with a steamy drunken makeout, but how will Marcia react when there’s no alcohol to blame her decisions on? How will Marcia and Anetra’s friends react to the news of their kiss? Will Anetra ever catch a goddamn break??? Tune in next week* to find out ;)

*hopefully this week

2. Share the last line of your latest WIP

Anetra’s decision was made for her before she could think about anything.

“Okay.”

3. ctrl + f for any of these words: hand, gold, bed, brown, money, tea, smile, water. if any of those are in your wip, share those sentences too.

Here’s the tea, bestie. I cannot do that because hand alone has 62 hits. But I can pick and choose an assortment for y’all

She was trying to be a gentleman. To keep her hands and teeth to exclusively PG-13 areas

It felt like ages before Marcia moved, raising her hands slowly as if she was worried Anetra would flee out the window

She felt her breath catch in her throat as she straightened the towel, running a hand through her damp hair

She broke off and Sasha squeezed both her hands encouragingly

“So… about Marcia…” Anetra began, half-wishing she had ordered a drink just so she would have something to do with her hands

“But my bed is available for cuddling, if you want.”

“That bad,” Anetra sighed, pushing off her bed to sit at her desk chair

Anetra smiled in spite of herself, sending a half a dozen hearts so she didn’t have to think of a real response, and groaned when she saw the message below

Anetra traced a pattern of water stains on the wooden table with two fingers, wondering if she could drown on dry land from the absurdity of the situation

4. No pressure tags:

@eyeslikewatercoolers @marciax3-appreciator @goodemethyd

[seiwas]

hi babie !!! i hope your day was good even though you’re a little tired - you deserve all the rest now , i hope you get your energy back (⺣◡⺣)♡* im sending satoru over to bring you some sweets ! ! i tried packing it the best i could but you know him , if you see a bite , you know the culprit > 3 <

also ,,, not to be nosy ,,, but anything you wanna share about your satoru / sel lore , if you have one ? <33

angie baby!!! my angiel!!! it was good!!! productive n got to spend time w the lovebug too!! 🤧🥹 i am in bed typing this now to u 🫶🏻

and yes … i actually received them !!! and he did … steal a few 😤 but it’s ok !!! he’s giving me plenty hugs to make up for it hehehehehe

i hope you’re having the loveliest day too my baby !! 🥹

and !! my satoru sel lore oh god !!!! 🤧

honestly !! that man took a long time convincing me to even go out w him !!! 😤 didn’t think it would work out but i guess here we r now !!! 🤧 (i have failed . resisting him.)

he buys me a cookie every time he’s out bc he knows i love em hehehehe n we share a food accnt that rates all the dessert places we go to 🫶🏻 and he keeps asking me to do tiktok dances w him but i can never memorise it for the life of mE !!!!

[bitegore]

pointing yelling pointing some more. yelling. harm done doesnt give a damn about your intentions it just gives a damn about where you point the gun.

[egipci]

Random words? "Peach fuzz", "twilight", or "snap".

The Wolf Moon turned to gibbous before he was back. A snow-storm as you cross the Mackinac Bridge, the radioman had said, so bad you can hardly see. That was why he was late, she would tell Sam, if he asked, though he never asked anymore. He would be back because he’d finished the job and because he could drive through a storm and because he had nowhere else to go. Because he had promised. Sam didn’t ask, ate his mac-n- cheese in silence, got drunk off one beer because he was a lightweight. When she made fun of him he finished the last of it in one go and crushed the aluminum can and threw it at her. Earlier he’d gone out and picked up a mangled slice of cake that was more frosting than cake and now they ate it with the same fork, straight from the box, and when there was only a sliver of it left she snapped the plastic shut. She said, Thank you, again, and he said, Yeah, whatever and yawned. Then he got up and stood at his full height and not for the first time she mourned how fast he had grown, his big hands and the silly mustache where peach fuzz used to be, how dangerous their back-and-forths had become. He put his plate away and asked if she was going to sleep, because it was too late already and too cold to be alive, nothing to do but listen to the hail smack the windowpanes. Not in there, she said. That room’s cold as balls. 

The embers dead in the wood-burning stove. The room unlighted as he dropped his jacket on the back of a chair and washed his hands at the sink and she hadn’t opened her eyes but still she’d known him from the other side of the door, by the sound of his walking up the steps, the way his keys jingled. She lay on the couch with her head on the armrest under a pile of knit blankets she’d found in a closet and washed in the bathtub and set out to dry on the kitchen chairs, in a semi-circle four feet away from the stove so they wouldn’t catch on fire. They never dried, so she and Sam had taken them in a trash bag down to a coin laundromat and stood there waiting and watching through the window as Y2K weirdos passed out pamphlets and shouted prophesies about the end of the world. 

Four weeks since then. Now he came closer, made the floorboards creak, smelling only of wet-cold and soap. The whites of his eyes flashed in the blue light as he blinked slow, owl-like, like it hurt to keep his eyes open at all. He stood above her and he squinted down, saw her looking, touched his fingertips between her eyes then down the bridge of her nose. Creepy kid, he said, smiling. Then he got down to the floor, his ancient knees cracking though he was young, too old for a hunter maybe but she didn’t know enough hunters, and here he was only her dad.

Were you sleeping on watch? And she swallowed hard, once and then another time, said sorry all small.  Sat up and swung her feet to the floor and pressed her chest to his, put her arms around his shoulders and clawed her fingers into the meat of them, buried her face in his neck. 

If they were alone he might have put his hands on her knees and pushed them apart, pushed her to her back on the lumpy couch and pulled her shorts down and thumbed her panties aside, nosed between her legs, got her all scratched up with his beard and she would have rucked her t-shirt up high under her arms so he could see her and put his hands wherever he liked. She would say that's good, Dad, because he liked to hear that, and because he was good. Not her first but the day he’d pushed his hand down the front of her pants in the Impala she’d looked out the window into the twilight and thought, insanely, that she could feel her atoms rearranging, turning and shifting and orienting towards him like tiny metal shavings to a magnet, that from then on she could never do with anything or anyone else. 

But now he kept his arm around her waist. Rubbed a hand up and down her back and said, Go to sleep, kiddo. 

And she said, Do you want something to eat? But she didn’t mention how hungry she was or how little she had had while he was gone, how her belly had filled with acid waiting for him all day.

And he said, In the morning.