#redacred asmr

[burneraccbcyallpissedmeoff]

"___ can't be gay" "___ is straight"

did Erik tell you that?

do you have canon evidence of their sexual orientation?

no.

you want said character to be straight? then by all means dear,make them straight, don't tell what me what to do with my characters

you have a brain,you have an imagination,you don't have canon restrains,go wild

[darlin-collins]

you can tell how old a redacted fan is by their very first redacted tag

if it happens to be "redacted ASMR" then they've been around before the 23'purge

if it's "redacted audio" then they probably joined in the last 9 months

[latenightsleeper]

Hands held together

Before Tank was Tank, before Dalhia, before the Pack, before their..abilities, before everything. They were just a kid with a Mom and Dad, they went to school with human kids, talked about math problems, and went to bed before eleven. They ate too surgery cereal and ran to the bus stop every morning, they went home and had corn soup on rainy days. Listened to old music their grandma played and tried to block out the faint yelling as they lulled themselves to sleep.

Most of all, every Sunday their grandma pulled them along to church, the same old white building with stained glass windows that depicted illustrations from the old smelly bible that snuggly fit in its place in front of them when they sat on the dark, smooth polished bench. As a kid, Tank hated going to church. Who wouldn't? It was the last day of the weekend before school opened its doors again on Monday, the last thing most kids wanted to do was wake up early and sit in a stuffy building and hear an old man talk.

Every single time Tank went they almost fell asleep, head bopping as their grandma sat next to them, a white lace veil on her head and a simple black beaded rosary clasped in her hands. Whispering prayer and singing song as the choir sang.

When it was time to pray and they all knelt on the collapsible cushion, they didn't really think god was listening. They never said it out loud of course, especially in the church and very much less in front of their grandma. Tank prayed anyway, thought of lost family pets, and asking to pass math tests. Normal things and they didn't really think anyone was listening let alone someone as busy as God. Not when dozens of his other of his followers were doing the same thing and praying for much more important things.

The concept of God was always a concept that left Tank a bit unsure, even as a child raised in a religious household thanks to their grandma. Their own parents were lax in their beliefs, it wasn't like they screamed that God wasn't real but they also didn't care for the rigorous faith their grandma had and tried to instill in them. Telling them tales of guardian angels who watched over them, how they were never alone, and how they must pray before every meal lest their angel starve.

Of how God was always watching, Tank now would laugh at those words. Many things had changed since those times, of stuffy chalk-white buildings on hot Sundays and Chinese buffets afterward as a reward for their good behavior. How their eyes started to flash blood red and the way everything was suddenly loud loud loud. How they knew they were different, not like before not when that feeling was growing and it wouldn't stop growing. Like how the sting of a broken glass bottle was a feeling they'd never forget for as long as they drew breath. Tank was never a religious person, not really but they grew up with it. Always drew some sort of comfort from it despite the...issues that clashed with it as they grew. So, you'd probably ask how they'd gotten here. Trying to call out to a God they now knew wasn't even real. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- All it took was less of a twitch of my fingers and a silent breath when I really put my mind to it, just a simple movement from me and it was all over. That was all it took for a light to be snuffed out in the dark of the night. I stood there after it was done, breathing heavily, tasting a familiar metallic tang in the air as I panted. It wasn't like it was hard for me to physically do, it was easy-maybe even too easy. Maybe that's why I was breathing so hard because it was so easy when it was said and done I just stood there for a while, listening to the quiet rumbles of passing cares as I watched as the red red red blood seeped into every crevice and crack, how the fabric darkened and drank up their blood. How every second I stood there, the more I was aware of the deal I'd made. Of what I've done for said deal, for information, safe passage, and more. The cost was the thud of a body and the quiet aftermath as I watched. The feeling of cooling blood seeping into the wrinkles and curves of my hands and the knowledge that no matter how much I'd wash my hands after this, the smell would always linger on me. Oh god-oh god it just won't go away, hands clumsily switching between hot cold hot cold hot hot hot water and soap then something else Time didn't feel real to me for a while, it was somehow both not real and so slow. When I managed to pull myself back together enough, I realized I was in a familiar pose. Eyes stuck on the ceiling as I pressed my clasped hands to my lips staining them red as I wordlessly mouth a string of words I was made to memorize when I was a kid and before we had to go. Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with you; blessed are you among women, and blessed is the fruit of your womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death. Amen. On the next bead, pray a Glory Be. Hollow laughter left my lips softly, praying...I was praying. Praying in an empty shit house with a cooling corpse less than ten feet away from me. How funny, me praying after all these years-after everything. Praying like I really believed, praying like someone was even listening-like God was even real, to begin with the river, they called death the river and everyone walked into its water-no pearly gates and there's no fire and brimstone, just water-didn't they say the world would end in water? Praying for what? For a fucking sign that I'd be okay? A way out of this mess? Forgiveness? That I'd get out of this in one goddamn piece? No.. My hands fall and I get up slowly, a bone-deep tiredness pulling at me as stood on my feet. Eyes drawn right back to the deep red that I was responsible for, that I was the cause for. A numbness settles on my shoulders and I look still before I turn and just...walk out. It's cold, cold enough to make the numbness and exhaustion snap away for all of a second before it coats my being again. Nothing I'm not used to, always been cold to me. Because even if there was a God-even if there was someone listening and looking. Why would he ever set his eyes on a stain of a person like me? Why the fuck would he even want to see my fucking face after what I'd done, what I'd probably keep on doing. I was goddamn pathetic and I knew it, so it was probably for the best that my prayers were forgotten in the wind and left unanswered.

[teddybasmanov]

Chorus: your job is to make this human happy.

Regulus after watching the human for some time: and how the heck am I supposed to do that, if they have untreated anxieties, intrusive thoughts and on top of that live in late capitalism borderline imperialism, mind you?

[randomfandomzz]

Imagine:

Young Asher and Milo fucking around with a razor and accidentally shaving a big chunk of Asher's hair. That day onwards Ash doesn't trust anyone with his hair, until Babe comes along.

Now imagine Asher only trusting Babe to cut his hair and one day they decide to give him bangs. So while they're sitting on his lap, concentrating, they don't notice his love struck eyes thinking about how cute they are when they're focused.

While they're focusing on not fucking up his bangs, he randomly kisses them. Just a quick little peck on the lips. Babe slowly starts smiling as they protest. "Ash, stooooop! I'm gonna mess up!" Asher just slides his hands up to their waist, a pout appearing on his lips. "Nooooo! The haircut can wait." He whines as they shake their head. They finally grab his chin with their hand to hold his face in place so they can finish cutting his bangs. Asher doesn't complain, continuing to stare at them until they're done.

Once they're done with his hair, Asher kisses them and says "Thank you." very softly while smiling at them. Babe smiles back and replies with a soft "You're welcome." Placing a gentle kiss on his lips in return.

[myanettes]

I had some thoughts about the latest Darlin & Sam audio & this little fic happened <3

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Redactedverse - Redacted ASMR Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sam Collins/Darlin (Redacted ASMR) Characters: Sam Collins (Redacted ASMR), Darlin (Redacted ASMR) Additional Tags: Morning After, Fluff, Sam cooks breakfast, Established Relationship, Home, Short & Sweet Summary: The morning after Sam and Darlin’s first night together. Sam cooks breakfast. Fluff ensues.

[obbystars]

urge to make a redacted oc is rising

[darlin-collins]

MILO!

MILO AREN'T YOU A WEREWOLF??!!

...

WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU IN THE WERERATS-

Dungeon Meshi - Beastkin transformation tattoos

[burneraccbcyallpissedmeoff]

My opinion of: The race discourse

As most the votes were on yes on my last poll, here it is

1- introduction

i came from a black father and a ginger mother, who are the children of 2 white women, a black and ginger men

Which makes me, a dark skinned female, black/white/ginger, i feel fit to have words about this since i do have eyes on more then two races and see both sides to the story

I also have many characters/listeners as POC (angel, aaron, damien, honey.. Ect)

2-what's the discourse about

The with/against Alexis discourse led to a very heated race argument between the fandoms members, seeing as most of them see her as a POC, which led to other character like huxley and darlin to enter the argument and make it bigger

Now let's start from the beginning:

1.the media/america's effects on people's opinion of race

As of late, i noticed that many people being rude/bully to white people, like making slurs about them, hating on them, and many other ruthless actions against white people, I'm sure you saw it before, a black girl saying that dating a white boy would "dirty her bloodline" a dark skinned boy mad that a white man looked at his mother saying "he's not even our race wtf!"

Most see it normal, if not empowering, but in reality a very racist act against white people by POC

Which is not to say POC don't get discriminated against by white people, but in that case, everyone points it out and cancel the creator and hate them, unlike in the first two examples

So i like to remind

Racism can be against any and all race

2. Racism definition

(prejudice, discrimination, or antagonism by an individual, community, or institution against a person or people on the basis of their membership of a particular racial or ethnic group, typically one that is a minority or marginalized.)

See how this didn't say discrimination against only black people/POC? Keep that in mind

In my words I'd say that racism(skin tone wise) is caring for what someone's skin color is and letting it effect your view on them and actions towards them , in a good or a bad way

So to achieve the equality you are looking for you have to not care what someone's skin tone is, therefore treating them the exact same, looking right through it, to see the person, not stopping at the surface.

3.white cast vs black cast

I've seen many people on this fandom furious about the fans who imagine all their characters/listeners white, but prize other who do the same but with a darker skin tone

Which gets us back to my first and second point

Hating on white people, and loving black people (changing your views depending on that) attacking the former and clapping for the latter (changing actions)

You shouldn't hate/love something depending on what skin tone it has that's racism, if you do that, you are racist, just instead of against group1 you do it against group2, a "pick me" racist :^

If having a full white cast is racist against black people

Then having a full black cast is racist against white people

This is equality ^

I don't see having either as a crime, to each their own, but if we were to do so then to achieve quality each and every one of us must have a character/listener from every race

Or else you're racist against [insert the race(s) you didn't use]

because if we continue like this, everyone has the right to make a hissy fit about their own race

I can go and yell and cry and cuss on the lack mix-race characters and how many of us feel that when you only do [insert character/listener name here] you're Boxing us into a stereotype and being racist against us

4.not everyone experience the same things

Saw alot of you demanding justification for having this or that character a certain skin color

Per example, "if you want to see huxley as black you should consider how he feels when people around him label him as dangerous" and somethings along said lines

To which i answer simply, no!

First, i do not have to validate my character's design to anyone! I shouldn't cause harm to my character so you'll agree with my design, do that to yours, I'm sure erik didn't revoke your character design privileges, do whatever you want to your characters, no one's gonna stop you

Second, you are basically normalizing racism and making me make my whole characters existence around the fact that they are [insert race here]! Why?? They're way more then just some paint i decided i drew them with

If we're gonna be like this i could go anyone who isn't mix-race and Demand that their mix race character should have no stereotypes + make them cause the character harm and how they face racism so they seem valid and justify-able instead of doing it myself

In short: let people enjoy their own characters and you enjoy yours, Nobody owes you anything, and you owe nobody nothing, unless they are directly harming you, you ain't got no right throwing hissy fits over other people's imagination

[darlin-collins]

AFAB LISTENER IS GIVING BIRTH!!

whose fainting?

shaw pack

David: unexpected but my man is going DOWN right at the end,nursers had escorted his ass out because they ain't got no space for 6'9 man to faint in the room,he doesn't like to talk about it

Asher: had to leave for a few minutes otherwise he will faint but held on good 👍 rubs in David's face whenever possible

Milo: actually didn't and stayed the whole time, sweetheart is so proud ,they bring it up whenever giving birth is mentioned in conversation 10/10 would recommend

solaire clan

Vincent: almost did! holding his breath so hard the doctors had to physically shake him and tell him to breathe ,cried so hard too you'd think he's the one that gave birth

Sam: man was probably side by side with the doctor helping him,if not ,my dude is right beside you telling nursers n healers left n right while reassuring you and holding your hand, either way,he👏is👏 not 👏fainting 👏

Porter (I know he still ain't here but let me have this): oh he going down ,he is crying, heaving, sobbing EVERYTHING,then he will faint half way through, won't wake up until after you're done too, pathetic,would not recommend DO NOT TAKE HIM WITH U HE WILL JUST MAKE IT HARDER ON EVERYBODY

Fred:byeee byeeee he would fall just like he did in wonderworld-

DAMN CREW

Gavin: won't faint,will actually be so calm, reassuring and supporting ,it made everything go easier 200/10 take him along

Damien: he knows what's happening,he knows what's going up ,he knows what's going down,and he's going down with it I tell you,he just,like Vincent,held his breath too long that he fainted, unlike Vincent,he wasn't crying,he was very calm on the outside,so no one noticed that his breath stopped until he let it out and went out beside it , take him but be careful of his breathing

Huxley :he would cry ,he would cry so hard,but not faint,you need him by your side,he can't just faint and leave,take him if you don't mind crying

lasko: bro would faint on the ride to the hospital,do not take him

demons

avior: would Dance on the dridge of unconsciousness but snap out of it for you,take him with u bc he be very reassuring

vega: *side eyeing u so hard* this is your choice?? he won't faint if that's what u want,but he won't do nothing other then stare at u

cam: would need a moment but other then that ,take him and be assured that you won't regret it

brachuim: bro has seen death ,you really think he would faint?? no you wouldn't,but he did anyway

project meridian

James:grab him and take him with you 10/10 won't faint and will reassure you every step of the way

Anton: he will not faint but he will cry so hard so please be prepared for tears and sobbes with your soft supportive words ,do take with you though it's anton we all love Anton

Marcus: he Will probably leave you on read if you tell him( both irl and if you call/text him)

others

Aaron:bye bye bitch he is gone halfway through

Elliot: surprisingly held up the whole way

Ivan: out like a light the moment the child start showing

guy:HE DIDN'T FAINT,WE ARE STILL STUDYING THIS PHENOMENAL EVENT

Blake: bro is in some kind of cult where they kidnapped literal demons, giving birth ain't shit

goerdi:he was here and he was gone

hush: he's seen "scarier" shit , would probably ask you dump questions till you kick him out

[teddybasmanov]

Me: *literally in a yoga class*

Regulus in my head: you don't need to move your body! That's just another thought we can't afford taking up space in that beautiful mind of yours.

[darlin-collins]

SAM AND DARLIN CHILD NO CLICK BAIT!!! ❗❗❗

what if girl was werewolf… and cowboy

[randomfandomzz]

Okay, hear me out!

You know that one thing that says "Moles replicate the places your soulmate from a past life kissed you."

Someone made a headcanon(if you know who, please tell me!) where Asher has a mole on his temple and Babe always kisses it.....do you see where I'm going with this?

[beewithknee]

isolation

aaron + ollie hurt/comfort

c.w/t.w - depression, self-isolation

It was dark in your room. Your curtains were drawn but by the slivers of light, you guessed it was about midday. You didn't know exactly what time it was, you didn't care either. The incessant buzzing of your phone was what brought you back to reality. You figured it was either Aaron or Ollie, for the last week your answers to their messages had become shorter and shorter until they had stopped entirely. The isolation was painful for you but it was what you decided was best, your lovers didn't need you. They had each other and were stable, you were the trainwreck that derailed their whole lives. Your laugh filled the air like a toxic chemical, poisoning everyone in your vicinity. You were like a broken clock, pathetically ticking every once in a while. At some point the buzzing turned into persistent knocking and somewhere deep in your foggy brain you were aware that that meant you had to go answer it, but alas, you simply didn't. You did feel slightly guilty, dropping off the face of the earth was fine enough for you but it would’ve been worrying for your lovers. The immense guilt that weighed you down, turning into exhaustion as your eyelids slipped shut.

“Aaron, shouldn't we at least give them another minute?” Ollie fretted. Both men had keys to your apartment, but they were rarely used, so to the anxious man it felt weird. Taking a deep breath, Aaron pushed all his annoyance down knowing that he was just tired of the cold shoulder they’d been receiving. Ollie didn't deserve his stressed anger. Sliding the younger’s hands into his, Aaron sighed. “It’s been nearly three days of radio silence. Something is wrong. You know how clingy they are, all I wanna do is go in here and see if they’re alright.” Aaron explained slowly, squeezing his partner's hands gently before dropping them. “Yeah, it is weird for them to do this. Okay fine, do it.” Ollie relented, shaking his head slightly. It still felt weird to him but he knew the blond was right. This wasn’t you. A pit of nerves and despair settled deep within both boys as the older turned the key in the lock slowly. Their breath hitched in both their throats as the door was pushed open with a creak that sent shivers down their spines.

“What the-” The words were cut off as Ollie gasped, hands coming up to his mouth. Your apartment was a mess. Both your lovers knew that you hated having a messy room and the rest of your home was no different but now… There were dirty dishes strewn around the place, blankets and pillows thrown haphazardly in the living room, clothes were just dropped on the floor and all the blinds had been drawn. “Oh fuck.” Aaron cursed, taking in the surroundings.

Something was seriously wrong.

The men moved cautiously through your apartment, desperately searching for any signs of life. Their footsteps sounded like booms in the eerily silent house.

The cold was back, you were frozen as you woke once again. It was to the point where waking up was an exhausting task. Many people referred to the feeling as a pit in your stomach but that wasn't right. It was more like a seed that plummeted, growing a tree and spreading its poisonous limbs through you. At first it had started in your chest, taking a hold of your heart and twisting with such force that even breathing hurt. It moved up into your head, alarm bells had sounded but you had ignored them, pushing them away until it had taken hold of your hands and moving became too difficult and by then… Well by then it was too late. “Ollie, look.” Aaron whispered out, gesturing towards your closed bedroom door. The other nodded. Your door was pushed open silently and you could feel their presence. You knew who it was, their smells are evident of that but you didn't move. Figuring that if you melted into the blankets enough then your still body could be passed off as an odd pillow lump. Unfortunately, lady luck was not on your side. “Honey?” Aaron whispered out, voice soft and concerned. You simply blinked, praying to every god that they’d leave. You had fucked up enough already, you just needed to get away and allow them to start over. “C’mon, look at me.” He coaxed, bending down beside your bed, hand resting on your shoulder above the blankets. Ollie sat next to him, facing the picture of worry.

Shit.

You avoided his eyes until a hand snuck under your chin and raised your gaze to him. What he saw terrified him. Your once shining eyes were now lifeless and they screamed for help. It was as though your bed was a tomb now rather than a resting place. He could see the haunted dreams that played just behind your pupils, the silent pleas that danced on your waterline. “What happened?” It was a beg. He needed you, needed to know you were still in there. You said nothing, simply curling up into a tighter ball.

“Hey baby, can I lay with you?” Ollie tried a different tactic. He got a shrug back, taking that as an okay he slipped in behind you. You were warm, a little too warm but he figured that was just from the multitude of blankets you were hiding under. Aaron didn’t move, he didn't know what to do.

“Alright, here’s what’s gonna happen. Ollie is gonna get you into a bath, while he does that I’m gonna clean up your apartment and then we’re gonna get some food into you. Okay? Okay.” The blond decided, nodding to his counterpart who held you tight. You didn’t put up a fight as he lifted you, carrying you like a delicate flower before depositing you onto the bathroom bench. “Look at me, please?” Ollie kept his voice soft, smiling as you met his gaze. “We’re not going anywhere okay? We love you. We wanna be here for you, when you’re happy and you get the promotion but we also wanna be here to help you through the shitty times when life seems too exhausting, when even answering messages is too much to deal with. We’re gonna be here, through thick and thin whether you want to push us away or not. We’re not going anywhere. You're not alone anymore.” He promised, resting his forehead against yours in a silent exchange. After a few silent seconds, you nodded and Ollie leaned back, wiping the tears from his eyes.

“Alright then, let’s get you cleaned up, baby”

[vampirescrown]

Penn's soldiers doing a routine march. Really should update that uniform.