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Lasko and ‘Dear’
June 1st is TOMORROW. It means that GAY PEOPLE will exist, but only for ONE MONTH. Do not forget to buy your tickets to see them NOW, or else you will have to wait AN ENTIRE YEAR to be able to meet them AGAIN.
(a/n: happy pride!!!! reqs open!)
it seems impossible (how much gets thrown away)
pairing: pre-vamp!alexis x fem!human reader
wc: 2k
emotional angst, kissing (?)
hey friends where is that picture of boromir with the gondor flag except its a pride flag?
Couldn’t find it so I made another because you’re right that it’s a crime and it’s definitely my duty to remedy it

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Happy pride yall!!
We got Trans Baabe with supportive husband Ash, gender Queer Darlin/Tank, intersex Dear, and the gays themselves Damien and Huxley!
I might do some pride redacted headcanons if people send them! No promises though
Happy pride month 😋😋
IMPERIUM!KING SAMUEL COLLINS ONE CHANCE PLEAAASE
I might like your art of him just a little bit
I meant to draw this AGES ago— buuut. Out of sight out of mind. Only refound this ask while checking my inbox lol.
A Imp!Sam just for u
Happy Pride Month and reminder that everyone in the Redacted series is FRUITY AS FUCK!!!!!
I’m gonna get him pregnant ⸜(。˃ v ˂ )⸝
Artblock HATES to see me coming

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I had a thought. Vincent, who wants to reassure himself that he can't lie to Lovely. He tries to say "I think your fangs look ugly today," everyday, and it never comes out, and he's happy about that.
But then one day, it does. And Lovely is confused and hurt. Vincent is terrified about if he actually means it.
But no.
Oh, no no no.
It's something else.
Something they figure out, when they learn that Alexis feels the maker-progeny control again, with Sam.
When Treasure comes to them about Porter not coming home for days, and not a single call from him or answered.
Something went wrong.
William is dead.
(And Porter isn't dead. He's just on the run, hoping whoever got William will be more focused on himself and not consider or even know about his connection with Treasure)(Vincent and Lovely also get the misunderstanding cleared up)
If this seems like a good fic idea, anyone can snag this. I already have too mqny WIPs.
fandom feminism: how can i be a misogynist??? i literally made the female character a supportive woke ally queen in chapter 41 paragraph 17 of my yaoi??????
In honour of the new Anton audio!!
Him and Love x
I really hope they join the Shaw pack!
these are just some interpretations of what I think some characters look like in the Redactedverse
only if you want to...if you were so inclined...
what do you think avior's thought process was when he first realized that he had feelings for starlight
could be just thoughts...or a fic....if you wanted....
- jacketthief
(omg, an honour to receive an ask from my idol. Feel free to steal all the jackets I have if this rant does not meet your expectations)
Oh Avior, you complicated but beautifully minded individual...
It's not easy to describe what he felt, for he was not supposed to feel anything or know it at all. He was a d(a)emon, born of magic and spellsong that sounded similar to a harp being played, a distant sound, gentle and soft. There was no space for things of no importance for him. Think of him as a devoted scientist, his work his only muse.

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got lazy with the details in the clothes just pretend I know how folds work
hello ^^ can I request some blake/bestie fluff where they’re both relaxing and cuddling after a long day… or whatever u feel like writing for them I’ve been craving more blake content since that last audio came out ;;
(a/n: >:D. this isn't fluff...but it is nicer than what i had in mind originally. i hope you enjoy, blake nation. reqs open!)
Their life had always appeared to them as a series of befores and afters. Events large, small, and all the sizes in between read like billboards when they took the time to drive down the aptly named memory lane, though theirs seemed more like a highway. They could catch glimpses of birthdays, tests, interviews, losses, and revelations in big blocked letters paired with catchy quips, telling them when to pull over so that they could savor the simulacrum of remembered emotions.
They were no stranger to the rift between what had been and what was now.
But this...this still took some getting used to.
He had been sitting like this for an hour, the meek sunlight still leaking through the blinds dimming with every passing second. Completely still, body held with a rigidity that screamed inhuman. Muscles weren't supposed to crystallize like that. Chests were meant to inflate and decompress. Dermis itched and tendons twitched and lids nictitated when the sclera grew dry. But he stared off with unseeing, unfocused eyes at the wall, more marble than man.
They couldn't even see a dip in the mattress where his body rested. He didn't hover, but he didn't impress. He just was.
"Blake?" they tried hesitantly, stepping over scattered notebook pages torn at the edges and protein bar wrappers with their reflective insides crinkled and worn.
They placed a hand on his shoulder, and he didn't so much shiver as convulse, blinking rapidly and taking in a deep inhale, eyes rolling back for a nanosecond.
"What?" he gritted out, and their throat grew sore at the tenderness he rammed into his tone. He was fighting the entity screaming at his distraction, his loss of devotion to its cause. He was listening to them, looking at them, feeling for them.
"I just..." Their words lapsed, guilt gnawing at their ribs. "I was just worried. About you. You haven't moved in a while."
He took a moment to process their words, then lifted a shoulder in a shrug that should have been accompanied by a metallic creak for how unnatural it looked.
"Yeah." he murmured. "I seem to do that a lot."
Silence filled the space between them before he reached his arms up, stretching up toward the ceiling.
"Lay with me?" he asked, his voice bridging the rift between plea and invitation.
They nodded immediately, climbing up to join him, tucking their face into his shoulder and breathing him in. He still smelled like himself, if somehow both earthier and airier than usual. Like river-soaked soil tossed into a maelstrom. Grounded and destructive, bound and free.
Before and after.
"This won't change, will it?" they whispered, the fear of the idea terrifying in its novelty.
"No." he promised them swiftly, gathering them closer, close enough so that they could feel each breath he took. "This won't change. I'm still yours. I'll always come back for you."
"Back from what?"
"Anything."
The word brought tears to their eyes, and they wept. For all that had come before, what would surely happen after, and the impossible reality of the present.
"I know." he mumbled, caressing their arm. And he sounded so much older than he had any right to, as though he did indeed know, with a certainty borne of cyclical misery eternal. "I know."