#redacted DJ Anxiety

[artbykays]

Say hello to the DJ for me, he’s such a nice fellow🤭

DDDDDJ ANXIETYYYYYY

[romeo-the-homeo]

wouldnt it be funny if sam wins march redactness again and dj anxiety tries to do the winner call but hes blocked his number from last time 😭

[konnorhasapen]

I came up with another one

Hudson and an unempowered listener is just this:

[lover-girl-for-life]

Another episode of: Who The Fuck Is That!!!

I js saw a video of Redacted Fanart and who the fuck is Hudson, I read something ab them being "DJ Anxiety" and that js confused me even further. I also saw nothing ab them being the fucking inversion?? (Which I've been putting off finishing cause-yeah.) Um and I refuse to do any more digging cause my eyes are on fire and it's 4 am. SO SOMEONE PLEASEEE EXPLAIN AND SAY WHAT VIDEOS THEY POP UP INNN.

(extra: OH MY FUCK. THE APRIL FOOLSVERSE??? i'ma need some silliness to get me though all those unfinished series' during spring break. also- was springbuck a one time thing Orr should I be looking forward to that??)

[ya-boi-haru]

Redacted conspiracy/,headcannon:

So during the 22 Redactness 'After Dark' Vindemiator got the phone call, by Echo helping 'DJ Anxiety' make the call into his world.

Echo acts as a "bridge" for both Our world, Redactedverse and Imperium.

Hudson (DJ Anxiety) knows about Echo somehow. Kind of like a "deal with the devil" relationship.

Echo occasionally shows up (mostly around March and October) Echo won't explain too many "other worldy" details to Hudson (for good reason). He's aware of Imperium, but not the extent of it.

Echo is Hudsons supernatural being buddy that just pops in on occasion. Echo is always his spooky, mysterious, haunting deminor self, but Hudson acts like they're the best of buds.

That's just the vibe they give me anyway,

Thank you for coming to my Ted talk

[autisticempathydaemon]

Redacted-tober 2023 Day Twenty-Five

Prompt: Hudson & Trick

Pairing: Hudson/Original Listener

cw: Mild language, tense situations, Hudson calls his listener Maestro

Summary: DJ Anxiety gets an anxiety-inducing call on air.

Read on AO3 here!

<- Previous Day

“-and that, dear listeners, is why I won’t sleep with another air elemental and electro-energetic at the same time… probably. Never say never,” Hudson croons into the microphone with a low chuckle and an audible grin. “After all, who wouldn’t want to live like Scorpion? Maestro, play me out with Rock You Like a Hurricane!” A moment passes, but there’s no familiar click and hum of his sound tech playing a track over the station broadcast but the beep of an incoming call being patched through.

“What’s your favorite scary movie?” a jeering, gravelly voice says, making Hudson laugh with a surprised snort and a roll of the eyes.

“I’m more of a movie musical guy myself, caller, though I’ll try anything once,” Hudson says, putting back on that flirty, DJ Anxiety persona he adopts for the late night shows. “Any song requests or other questions for me?”

“Yeah… trick or treat?” Hudson laughs again, spinning the fidget ring on his finger and checking the sound levels.

“What kind of trick did you have in mind? Are you going to scream and peak my waveform?”

“No,” the caller says with an unhinged giggle. “But your pretty assistant might.” Hudson spins around in his chair, damn the fucking audio, and feels his pulse jump at sight of the abandoned soundbooth.

“Who is this? Who connected you?” he asks, rifling through his desk trying to find his cellphone. “ We track all these calls, you know; whatever this bullshit is, I’m not fucking having it. Where is my Maestro?”

“Somewhere else,” the caller says in a taunting sing-song while Hudson starts pulling out drawers, cursing his absentmindedness. “Somewhere else with a cool, polite boss who says please and thank you when he asks for things.” There’s a bang behind him, and Hudson whirls around again to find his sound technician and dear friend banging against the glass with one hand and a small gadget- a voice changer- in the other.

“You SHITHEAD!” Hudson cries in relief and anger, throwing a stress ball at the window and their laughing, smug face.

“And the cursing, always the cursing! Ghostface isn’t going to kill me; it’s going to be the FCC fees!”

[oldmonstermusings]

Hey Redacted Verse Audio Fandom!

I'm back with more questions.

1. Did anyone make an audio clip of Imp! Vega's sweet speech to Pet? I need it. For uh science reasons.

2. Has the Fandom collectively agreed that Pet is Imp! Hudson (aka dj anxiety?)

Thank you!

[the-sugar-crash]

A quick reminder that the whole reason inversion happened was because Erik wanted to give DJ anxiety more screen time.

[gremlin-writes-angst]

Currently taking redacted asmr uquizzes so I'm going to spam my account with my results and link. If you take the quizzes don't be afraid to reblog this and share

What is your Redacted asmr magic

I got Sonal energetic.

[moonandstarlightsposts]

D-D-DJ Anxiety from 69.9 Redacted Records!

[raccooncass]

y’all hudson needs more love 🥺😭 give my mans the love he deserves 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

[romeo-the-homeo]

i love you dj anxiety

[konnorhasapen]

Hudson and a serenity daemon listener?

"Musical therapy II: electric boogaloo"

[djanxiaetysimp]

So Hudson have a thing for Vega? 👀👀

[catella-ars]

@cryptixmoth @picklehands

Apollo, Val, Hudson, and surprise guest Gavin!

[asmrtist-brainrot]

Redacted Bois + 5 Senses (P. 2)

I did some more of them, not really sure about how these ended up but I hope I still convey the same feelings I did in the other.

If there are more characters yet to be introduced, I will happily do more. I might end up doing something similar for the listener characters at some point.

Same dance as before:

scent

sound

taste

touch

sight

~ Dari

Part One

Those of Aria

Avior

smoke and star anise

a distant warping frequency heard past crackling flames

freshly baked bread

a drape of silken fabric settling on your shoulders

waking to someone's softened gaze peering down at you

Cam

brown sugar and jasmine

chirping crickets outside and silent movies

orange melatonin gummies

the washing, comforting chill of the air conditioner

watching the shadows move with a flickering candle flame

Vega

coal fire and sulfur

footsteps moving slowly along concrete

bitter medicine

the lump resting in the back of your throat that doesn't move

lying awake and being unable to move, staring at the ceiling

Students of D. A. M. N.

Kody

sea air and sand

rain falling in hard sheets on a tin roof

salt and vinegar chips

thin fingers wrapped around your wrist to hold you there

grey clouds darkening the sky, drowning out the sun

The Fanged and Feral

Adam

rusted parts and almonds

the swing of chains in the wind

brandy

snuffing a flame with two fingers

a white fanged smile gleaming in the dark

Quinn

oakmoss and blood

feather light whistling in silence

cranberries

claws grazing prone skin

the glint of a knife in a stranger's hand

The Solaire Clan

Will

fireball whiskey and ginger

knitting needles moving rhythmically with stitches

ginger tea

a guiding hand resting 'pon your lower back

ink dip pen scrawling across lineless parchment

The Shaw Pack

Amanda

cacao and shea butter

crushing dry sticks under a heavy boot

raw honey

twisting hair around your fingers to self sooth anxiousness

watching childhood friends grow right before your eyes

Christian

cedar and lilies

the sharp buzz of a shaver

cream liqueur

wearing a shirt that you're not sure belongs to you

cotton mouth and heat scorching the tips of your ears

From Beyond the Veil

DJ Anxiety

sweat and sweet body spray

bass ringing hard through your ears and chest

Gatorade and Monster Energy

the thudding of speakers rumbling against the floor

flashing lights going overhead with a microphone before you

Echo

lemon bitters and old books

your voice bouncing back to you in a closed room

sour candies and blackberries

the sharp points of a bear trap barely gripping a limb

many, watching eyes peering at you from the dark

ETS: Wired Knots

James

ironed clothes and expensive cologne

a pen clicking in an otherwise silent space

spearmint gum

the collar of a crisply ironed shirt resting against your neck

a metronome swinging back and forth in tempo

Marcus

oranges and oil

hands speeding across a keyboard

sweet coffee left to turn cold

fingers wringing together

lines of code running down a computer screen