#shoutout to [redacted]

[maruniee]

happy pride month!! ft. lasko and dear :3 18+ suggestive/nsfw under the cut!!

sketch of a scene from his ba heheheehe if you saw the old post no you didn't. i had to fix it

[canisalbus]

it'd be so funny if Machete's real name was the least elegant/cool thing ever, like "his pale eminence, the revered, the feared...Beppe."

✨Vasco and Beppe ✨

[boyardee-znuts]

‪‪❤︎‬ a birthday trend for a kpop idol gives you an idea on how to spoil [REDACTED] for his birthday ‪‪❤︎‬ [REDACTED] x fem reader ‪❤︎‬ wc: 5.1k ‪‪❤︎‬ content warning(s): nsfw, yandere, being observed (somewhat) without your knowledge, reader has a pretty prominent chest, more submissive leaning [REDACTED], one (1) kpop reference but not relevant to plot ❤︎‬ [REDACTED] is from 14 days with you being developed by cutiesigh ❤︎‬ mdni banner by cafekitsune

14 days with you is an 18+ game and is not suitable for minors. minors do not interact with the game and/or any fanfiction material posted here.

you’ve learned not to question some of [REDACTED]’s odd habits. 

sure, their quirks like installing cameras in your apartment and hacking into your devices so they could watch you at all points of the day was far from normal, but you’ve learned that [REDACTED] would never lay a hand on you or do anything that would make you unhappy.

you’re no psychology expert. there’s probably some explanation about why something so fucked up could become something so normal, but you’ve decided to cross that bridge when you get there.

at least, those are your thoughts as you lay back on your bed, absentmindedly scrolling through twitter. your eyes gloss over the camera at the top of your phone, and you can’t help but wonder if [REDACTED] is watching you from somewhere else. it’s kinda cute, to think that they’d be observing you with such rapt attention when you’re not doing anything special.

‘happy birthday, johnny!’ a tweet catches your attention. it’s not someone you follow, but it’s the picture of a pretty girl with a revealing top and what looks like a kpop star’s photocard shoved into the hem of her bra. you don’t pay it any mind until a similar tweet pops up from someone else, with a girl’s chest and a different idol’s photocard tucked up snugly against the swell of her breasts.

must be one of those newfangled internet trends. you kept up with them enough to be able to understand general internet lingo and memes, but it wasn’t like you were jumping at every opportunity to do it yourself. 

you’re about to scroll away and go back to wasting your afternoon away by filling your mind with brainrot and nonsensical memes when an idea pops into your head.

you might not feel strongly enough about a kpop idol to post pictures of their photocard in your boobs, but you do have a rather dedicated boyfriend that might appreciate it more than words could describe.

you like that thought. you grin to no one in particular as you swing your legs off of your bed and make your way to your wallet. [REDACTED] is no kpop idol and doesn’t have photocards of them, but you do have a polaroid picture you managed to wrangle out of them during one of your dates. 

you strip yourself out of your top and dig through your wardrobe to find a cute bra. it’s a small white lingerie number with little wing patterns sewn lovingly into the lace edges. [REDACTED] got it for you, mumbling about how it fit your “angel” nickname they gave you. you believe them, but you’re also pretty sure they got it for you because it also looks like wedding night lingerie. 

but it’s perfect for the occasion. you make sure your chest is pushed up perfectly within the lingerie bra, using your elbows to squeeze in from the sides to accentuate the curve of your breasts. you carefully wedge the polaroid of [REDACTED] up against your nipple, barely covering yourself up. you’re revealing so much of your chest, leaving very little to the imagination yet still hiding just enough to leave any viewer hanging.

satisfied with your set up, you angle your phone so that the camera can get a good, clear view of your chest and the picture of [REDACTED] snugly against your breasts. 

“hi, [REDACTED]. thought i’d do something special for you,” you whisper softly. you really hope they’re watching you, otherwise you’d feel stupid doing this for no reason. “it’s your birthday soon, isn’t it? why don’t you come over, and i’ll give you a real birthday treat. consider this a teaser.”

you blow an exaggerated kiss at the camera before you set your phone down and get comfortable again on your bed.

now, you wait.

…

…

…

[REDACTED] makes it to your apartment in eight minutes. you were keeping count. normally they make it over in ten, which means they were most definitely rushing to get to you. and their red cheeks and shortness of breath as they practically knock down your bedroom door only seems to be proof of that.

you bat your eyelashes and look at them as if you were unaware of your ministrations just now. “you made it here so quickly! i wasn’t expecting that.”

[REDACTED] doesn’t even respond. they stare straight at your face as if your words went into one ear and out the other. their widened, blue eyes snake down the curve of your nose and cheeks, down to your neck, before they settle on your exposed chest and the polaroid of themself still nestled against your breasts.

“oh, c’mon, sweetheart.” you pout dramatically. “i know you’re expecting a good time, and i’m more than happy to give it to you, but can’t you at least give me a greeting before we go at it like animals?”

[REDACTED] takes a step back to shove their forehead against their hands and take a moment to calm their wild mind. their eyes flutter shut for a split second as they suck in a deep breath. “sorry. i… i suppose i got distracted. y’looked really good… couldn’t help but run here as soon as y’flashed me with- with that.”

you bite back a pleased laugh at how flustered they sound. looks like they eagerly downed the bait that you set out for them. “i’m messing with you. i’m glad you liked it enough to come see me in person. i was worried that i was doing all this for nothing.”

“i wouldn’t miss out on you for the world,” they breathe. now with the formalities out of the way, they turn to you. there’s a dark shadow that falls on their eyes, staring at your form as if they’re scared to blink. like you’d disappear if they were to tear their eyes away from you. you don’t think you’ve ever seen [REDACTED] this shamelessly desperate. they stay a step away from you, not wanting to encroach on your little safe zone on your bed without permission.

you sit up and pat the spot right next to you, at the edge of the mattress. “loosen up! sit. i promised you a birthday treat, so i am here to deliver. i want to make this all about you, so don’t look so scared.”

[REDACTED] bites at their bottom lip, fiddling with the ends of their black hoodie. but they comply, shuffling from your doorway to your mattress, and they plop down unceremoniously next to you. the mattress creaks in protest with [REDACTED]’s added weight, but once they’re seated, you remove the polaroid in between your chest and set it safely aside somewhere else. done with that, you lean over to press a quick kiss to their cheek. 

you can see their pale face visibly color as you kiss up and down their cheeks. your lips trail over the outline of their jaw before moving towards their neck. you press a lingering kiss over their adam’s apple, and then you tug impatiently at the neckline of their black hoodie to try and reveal more of [REDACTED]’s skin to your wandering lips.

“mmgh- angel-,” they groan as you trace the outline of their sensitive collarbones. your kisses are getting more languid, messy, your spit lingering on their exposed skin. “kissing me there like that… y’know i’m sensitive right there…”

“i know,” you murmur into their body. you shift slightly, practically clinging onto the lanky hacker. “that’s why i’m kissing you here.”

you make exaggerated kissing noises, your teeth tracing against the delicate skin. [REDACTED] has their head fully thrown back, leaning backwards onto their arms. for someone so practiced in the art of acting and play-pretend, subtlety flew out the window when it came to you and your awful teasing. with their throat and collarbones bared fully to you, [REDACTED] couldn’t make it any more obvious that they wanted you to bite them—to mark them.

normally it’d be them gnawing and sucking all over your neck to mark you as theirs, but tonight, you want to smother [REDACTED] in all the love you have. your fingers trickle down their stomach before settling at their crotch, cupping the growing tent in their tight black ripped jeans. their breathing hitches in the back of their throat when your hand ghosts over their visible erection, and you let the sharp ends of your teeth just barely dig into the soft flesh of [REDACTED]’s neck.

“fuck-,” they keen pathetically. “you’re going to fucking kill me, angel.”

“and you’d like it,” you mumble into the side of their neck. “do you want me to keep going?”

they shudder noticeably against your body. they breathe out, “yes. fuck- yes. keep going.”

god, their needy voice makes your heart skip a beat. you fumble around for the zipper before slowly dragging it down, and [REDACTED] helps you as you sneak your hand into their boxers and maneuver their half-hard dick out. you want to grip at their cock and just yank at it until they’re cumming their brains out right into your hand, but you came into this battle with a different outcome in mind.

[REDACTED] trembles again, probably assuming that you’d start jerking them off slowly. you wait, like a wild animal in anticipation for the perfect moment to pounce, until they let out a shaky exhale and let their eyelids flutter shut gradually. good. they’re letting their guard down around you.

you part your lips, drawing closer to their throat. 

and with as much love and lust you can muster, you bite.

“-kgh!” they cry out, flinching against your body. they whimper and moan as your teeth sink into their flesh, making sure the force is deep enough to leave a visible bite mark into their skin. it’s hot, their neck feels hot against your mouth, and [REDACTED] unconsciously bucks their hips, trying to find something to rub up against as a masochistic wave of red hot pleasure flashes against their mind.

it’s only then that you pull away from them, grinning down at them as if you’ve gotten them right where you want them. and you do—they’re panting underneath you, pretty blue eyes glazed over with need, eyes half-lidded as their cock visibly twitches and leaks in between their spread thighs.

you trace your fingers over the reddening bite marks on their throat. you giggle to yourself, moving your fingertips into the shape of a heart. “consider that an appetizer. ready for the real deal, sweetheart?”

[REDACTED] grits their teeth at the condescendingly sweet purr of your words. your nickname goes straight to their boner. “you’re awful, angel. don’t stop.”

your smile only widens as you clamber off of them and find your place on the floor. you push against their already spread knees before wiggling in between [REDACTED]’s legs. you peer up at them with a coy look, and you tug down at the flimsy lingerie top until it’s just barely hanging onto the bottom of your breasts. [REDACTED] looks like they’ve been turned to stone, unable to tear their eyes off of your chest as they sit frozen, propped up like a statue.

like you did earlier towards your phone camera, you press up against the sides of your boobs with your arms and move your chest slightly so that your breasts jiggle right in front of [REDACTED]’s swollen cock. you carefully slot their dick against the valley of your breasts, engulfing their girth partly with your chest. their cock feels hot against your skin, and it jerks slightly against your boobs, a perfect dot of translucent pre-cum beading at their tip.

[REDACTED] looks like they might choke to death on their own spit. you use your hands to push up against your chest from the bottom, trying to get the fatty flesh to fully envelop their thickness. 

“happy birthday, [REDACTED],” you coo lovingly. “i saw a bunch of girls doing this online to celebrate their favorite pop star's birthday, and… well, i thought it’d be fitting for me to do it to celebrate you instead.”

“you’re awful,” [REDACTED] weakly repeats. “you know just what to do t’make me crazy over you.”

“that’s kind of the whole point,” you laugh. before the hacker can smartly get back at you, you move your chest and your hands, sliding their cock downwards into your boobs. you gingerly stroke at the bottom half of their cock, making sure to cup your boobs just right so that their tip peeks out from between your breasts and their sensitive shaft is hugged with all the milky goodness [REDACTED] could only dream of. 

you net yourself a beautifully strangled moan. the sound comes from somewhere deep inside of [REDACTED]’s coiling stomach, and their body stiffens and tenses as you continue moving up and down on their shaft. hentai characters and pornstars make this look so easy, but you move slowly so that you can conserve your energy. 

you squeeze suggestively at your chest, and [REDACTED] lets out another weak cry when they see you groping yourself while you stroke them off. everything is too sudden, too much for them to handle, between you kissing their collarbones and biting like a feral animal at their jugular, to sitting so pretty in between their thighs in the lingerie that they specifically picked out for you, you’ve set the perfect honeyed trap for them to die in. 

“fuck- angel- fuck, my cock feels like ‘t’s gonna explode-,” they’re bucking their hips pathetically against your chest, grinding against your boobs. the delicious friction has their mind reeling, their metal piercings dragging against the soft skin in between your breasts. this is so much better than creeping on you through a camera, furiously fisting at their cock until they’re cumming all over their floor and hand, so much better than the rubbery artificial pleasure of a fleshlight. [REDACTED] just knows this is going to haunt them for the rest of their life. they’re going to beat off to this until their own brain goes hazy and stupid, wake up with a raging boner and rutting against their mattress from embedding this scene and this pleasure so deep into their mind that it invades their dreams. 

“hah-,” their breathing is rapidly turning ragged, the focus in their eyes slipping. “yeah- move your tits like that- move ‘em f’me- jerk me off with them… mhm- squeeze me harder- make me feel good… fuck, doing so good all this just f’me…” 

your chest is so soft and so welcoming, and you’re looking at them with such a pleased look in your eyes that [REDACTED] thinks they might actually pass out from the sheer pleasure. their heart flutters and squeezes inside of their own chest, and heat swirls and thrashes against the inside of their stomach. their cock pulses and weeps shamelessly with pre-cum, and it only lubricates your boobs further.

“do you like it? you look like you’re having a fun time,” you egg them on. your heart is thundering, and your blood races in your ears. it feels so lewd, so wrong yet so right, to be cupping your boyfriend’s cock this closely to your chest, to your heart, and watching them squirm and fuck against your skin. 

“yes- love it,” they manage out. their voice trembles and shakes, and the sound of your boobs squelching around their cock makes them go even more lightheaded. “yeah- just like that- oh, fuck, angel… milking m’cock with your tits- doing something so naughty all f’me… hah- you’ll be the death of me.”

they’re too coherent for your liking. [REDACTED] has never been particularly shy about how much they get off of simply being around, being able to claim you as theirs, on sharing as much intimacy as they can possibly hoard. the base of their pleasure has always revolved around you, but that’s not what you’re here for tonight. 

today is about them. you need to strip them all the way down to your instincts, using your body as the perfect tool to reduce all of their mind games and turn the tables entirely onto them. it would be your perfect reward, to turn your calculating and cunning lover into their true self: a [REDACTED] so lost in you that they can’t think. 

“i’ve always wanted to make you feel good like this,” you muse to them. the cool metal of their dick piercings are starting to warm up, nuzzled perfectly in between their body heat and yours. their cock pulses as you keep talking, your words and voice the perfect aphrodisiac to [REDACTED]. you bat your eyelashes innocently again, the smile they love so much gracing your face like holy light. 

“so naughty…,” they hiss. “tell me what you’re thinking, then. what you’re feeling.”

“hm…,” you trail off, humming under your breath. “i feel your cock… duh. it’s so big… you’re always so big, but having you against my boobs makes it feel even bigger.”

“oh?” their voice trembles the slightest bit when you lean back to rub your nipples over their tip. “y’like that? enough to ‘always want’ to do this for me? jerk my big cock off with your tits?”

heat flares inside of your face, and you pout. you don’t bother responding properly to them. words would be wasted on them when actions would be much louder, and you envelop their cock fully with your tits again. [REDACTED] lets out a moan when they feel the sudden skin-to-skin contact, the soft plush flesh of your tits wrapping all around their shaft and engulfing them with a wave of warmth. 

something deep in their stomach lurches dangerously. they’re lucky you didn’t make them strip all the way, otherwise you’d have a front row view to how much they were struggling to keep it together. [REDACTED] blames it fully on the novelty of getting to fuck their cock in between your boobs. 

“so what if i do? you’re the one getting off to it. look at how hard you are,” you reply curtly. you move your chest in one languid stroke, and it instantly has [REDACTED] recoiling against your mattress frame. you let out a puff of air as if to cement your temporary victory over the smart-mouthed hacker. “i’m gonna make you cum on me. just you watch. let me take care of you today. it’s your special day.”

they laugh weakly, and the bittersweet sting of defeat lingers against the corners of their mouth. they can’t win against you today, not when you’re so determined. it makes them a little shy. every part of them has existed solely to make you happy, so the thought that you’d want to do something to make them happy instead is doing things to their brain.

“alright- do what you want, angel-,” they acquiesce pretty quickly. they could put up a better fight if they wanted to, but they’re nothing if not easily convinced by you. it wouldn’t be such a bad thing to lose themself completely in your presence, especially when you explicitly want them to. they let their head hang back for a second, and their hair slinks from their shoulders to their back. “fuck- yeah- like that… make me cum, angel… make my cock feel good. feels s’good already…”

you take that as your cue to move faster, more passionately. your movements are escalating slowly, moving and cupping your chest based on their reactions. they’re letting you take the lead, and you let their noises and expressions guide you. you try to focus on their sensitive tip, rubbing your boobs all over it before moving all the way from head to base. every time [REDACTED]’s hips move against yours, you morph into their rhythm. their once controlled breathing quickly melts away into short pants and groans, and they’re rutting all over your sternum like they can’t get enough friction against their needy cock. 

“still feeling good? hmmm? are you liking the way my boobs make you feel?” you quip the question both in earnest and to tease them. 

[REDACTED] nods, and they’re barely able to look at you in the face. “yes- s’fucking good… feels s’good to have your tits wrapped around me like that… you’re moving so much too, fuck-!!”

god, you love having this effect on them. it’s so satisfying to know that as scary and ruthless as they could be, you had them wrapped firmly around your little finger. or in this case, you had your breasts wrapped around them. same thing.

“what if i move like this? still feeling good?” you stroke them with more full-bodied motions, and you do your hardest to press as much of your torso as possible against their dripping length. [REDACTED] gives a throaty groan, almost sounding like a wounded animal as they gasp and grip onto the edge of your mattress for what little stability it offers them.

“if you move like that, i’ll- god, fuck, god, angel-,” their words slur together into a garbled mess. “your boobs feel the best- feels so good- doing so good f’me, making me feel so good… love them. love you s’much- you’re s’good to me- spoiling me so much…”

they’re starting to babble, your praise spilling from their mouth endlessly. their cock is so big and so thick in between your chest that you have to continually keep moving to make sure you’re spreading your love equally between their girthy inches. [REDACTED]’s balls tense up and strain against the underside of your chest, undoubtedly wanting nothing more than to spill their load all over your face and chest, to cover you with ropes of their pearly white cum so that there’s physical proof of their love on your body. 

“if you-,” they pant out, their words coming out in short and broken phrases, “if you keep moving like that- keep moving your tits around m’cock like that- i’ll cum- fuck…! i’ll cum all over your tits- your pretty tits- fuck… gonna cum on your fucking tits-”

“oh? do you want to do that? wanna cum all over my boobs? gonna rub your cock all over my boobs and them cum straight onto them? wanted it so bad that you practically kicked my bedroom door in so you could get me in between your legs to jerk your cock off with my tits?” you squeeze your boobs even tighter before loosening them up again, mimicking the pulsing of a wet hole wrapped tightly around their cock. you know you’re torturing them by the strangled moan that escapes them, their eyes already lost amidst the numbing pleasure gripping their head. 

they nod feebly, their head lolling on their neck. they swallow thickly, and their marked up adam’s apple bobs tantalizingly inside of their throat. “yes- want it. want it s’fucking bad, angel- wanna cover those pretty tits of yours with all my cum… fuck- just thinking about it makes me feel s’fucking crazy…!”

their cock throbs and pulses dangerously against your boobs as you move up and down. you can barely hear the wet sounds of your skin rubbing against their length, the repeated shlick-shlick-shlick noises echoing around the room. even the once-cool metal of their jacob’s ladder piercings feel warm rubbing against your chest, and with how much pre-cum is dripping from [REDACTED]’s length, it’s only a matter of time before they lose all control of themself and cum all over you as if they’re in heat. 

“y’feel how hard i am?” they’re drunk on how good you feel, how addictive your body is when up against theirs. they just can’t get enough of it, can’t get enough of you. they want to stay here forever, with you within arm’s reach, wallowing in your attention and affection like a lovesick puppy who’ll suffer without it. “‘t’s all ‘cause of you- you did this t’me- you made me go crazy, made me fall in love with you- now i can’t fucking control myself whenever you’re around… ‘m always wanting more of you- fuck! fuck- fuuuck…!”

you also can’t get enough of winding them down, peeling back their obsessive layers bit by bit until you’re left with a lovesick version of themself, one that would do anything for just a scrap of your time. your body, your time, your attention is so sweet to [REDACTED]’s blown out senses, and they know they’re no better than an addict chasing after their next dose, their next wonderful high. they don’t think they could ever get sick of you, not when you’re so willing to indulge every twisted part of their mind. 

“you’re so good t’me-,” they choke out, staring down at you with unfocused eyes. their eyes threaten to flutter shut, but they use all their willpower to keep their eyes open, wanting to drink up the sight in front of them for just a little bit longer. “always making me feel good… fuck- fuck, angel, what’d i do to deserve you? mm- ngh- feels like i can’t think straight whenever you’re around me- there’s s’much in my heart f’you…”

you’re really no better than them. you want to see it. you want to see them lose themself entirely in the pleasure you’re giving them. you want to cum uncontrollably over your chest. you want their semen to spill over and coat as much of your tits as possible, coating you all over with the reminder that everything you’re doing right now is in complete dedication. it’s a mark of love, and one that you can’t wait much longer for. 

“yeah? you like me that much?” you squeeze your boobs a bit further. “go ahead then. cum all you want. all over me, please.”

“‘m close, angel- c’mon, just a little more… a little more f’me, ‘nd that’s all i need,” they plead softly. your heart flutters inside of your chest, like the whisper of a chaste love rather than the obscene lewdity spread out in front of you. their thighs shake, and you can feel their balls straining against the curve of your underboob. “so close- ‘m so close to cumming…!” 

you know just the push they need to shove them over the edge. you cock your head and peer up at them with as much true affection you can bring up. their face is flushed, and you can see the effort it takes for them to maintain eye contact with you. so sweet, they have always been so sweet for you. 

“i love you, [REDACTED.]”

it’s not the first time you’ve told them this, and it sure won’t be the last. but the effect on [REDACTED] is immediate. a full body shudder consumes them, and the knot inside of their stomach shatters instantly. they’re cumming onto your chest with a barely coherent cry of your name. it feels like heat is eating them from the inside out, sparks of electric euphoria surging through their stomach and head, making their nerves short-circuit as their entire body seemingly drowns in pleasure. 

white ropes spurt out from their tip, and you’re bombarded with round after round of their sticky cum leaking out onto your chest. some of it even hits your chin, and you nearly flinch away as if to avoid it, before remembering your original goal and staying put in between their trembling legs. you let their cum coat you. 

their cum is hot. it burns at your body, and you wince. the heat feels like it’s seeping into the underlayers of your skin, characteristically of the very one who would act like they want to live in your own skin if it were possible. but at the same time, in some twisted way, it feels good to have their cum splayed out all over your chest. it’s the same kind of submissive pleasure that comes from being marked up, from proudly claiming the fact that you’re theirs. 

[REDACTED] doesn’t think they’ve ever came as hard as they did in that exact instant. their mind feels as if it’s been blown out to space, like the entire world has faded away into nothing. their blood roars in their ears, and they can hear their pulse hammering and thumping wildly inside of their chest. their limbs feel heavy and weak all at once, the high coursing all throughout their veins. being told that you love them is the killshot for [REDACTED]—it’s the only thing in this universe that could make them react as violently as they did. 

“you- you just-,” they can’t bring themself to finish their thought. their cock splurts out whatever’s left over out of their orgasm. their length softens against your chest, and you finally relax your tits so that they slide limply from between your boobs. 

you grin up at [REDACTED], who blinks feebly. you scoop up some of the semen that’s coating your chest and stick your tongue out to lick your fingers slowly, smacking your lips loudly. their salty taste spreads against the inside of your mouth, and your throat bobs as you swallow and take their cum down deep into your stomach. 

“mm… perfect.” you hum. your fingertips glide over the top of your chest, where most of their cum lingers, and you use your palms to grope at your boobs again. there’s a flash of something in [REDACTED]’s eyes when they see their cum gloss over your nipples, and you giggle at their reaction. “happy birthday. i know it wasn’t much… but i hope you liked it.”

it’s their turn to laugh. they sound like they can’t believe it, like the past few minutes were nothing more than a dream. “like it? i think that’s the understatement of the fucking century, angel.” 

you shrug continuing to lap shamelessly at whatever cum you can pick up with your hands. it feels so odd, to be chatting with them so casually while taking down tonguefuls of sticky semen, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. “like i said, it is your birthday. and i want you to be more selfish on your birthday.”

you know you’re practically signing off on your doom whenever you tell [REDACTED] that they can be more selfish with you. they raise an eyebrow, as if questioning how much they can take you up on that offer, but when you don’t budge at all, the slight curiosity on their face quickly turns into poorly restrained delight.

“if you insist, then i sure don’t have any other choice.” they lean towards you, and they reach a hand towards you to cup your face. their thumb drags along your bottom lip, remnants of their cum smearing against your skin under their touch.

“i’ll take you up on that, angel. i’ll be as selfish as i want on my special day. just for you.”

takashi murakami: and then x6 white

[koifoxes]

fyi milo’s ring finger is tattoo’d to show their marriage status more subtly

[mblue-art]

this man. ..

(inspo) (og meme)

[porters-fangs]

whenever milo pulls his airpods out, they always connect to asher’s phone first, without fail

he’ll make milo sit through five minutes of cbat or some shit before finally disconnecting

[alexotls]

regular no-stands no-mafia college au that sort of also turned into band au...? for legal purposes i do not endorse diavolo's incorrect guitar opinions

[washingtonwerewolf]

being super hyperfixated on redacted is great because everything is redacted to me if i squint enough. getting pizza and wings on the bossman’s dime? wow, this is a crazy max’s rustic pizza reference. cant believe they made pizza and wings canon to real life!

[berryjuicyy]

David and an Angel

*I feel this takes place a bit after or around the time of that valentines audio where Angel got David flowers OR after when david said he thought about a future with them outloud for the first time*

David has told angel that Angel lives in the moment and goes with the flow vs David in which he likes to plan for things.

Angel would take pauses in their morning routine to take a look at David while he would brush his teeth, and a warm smile would appear on their face. Angel would also sneak glances when David would cut vegetables for a dinner recipe he wanted to try. Angel would look up from playing on their switch to see David sitting on the counter, his eyes illuminated by the laptop screen he was staring at.

And each time David would look up from what he was doing with his eyebrows furrowed. He would “hmph” and grab the mouth wash. He would look up and see Angel glance away quickly and set the table. He would look up from his laptop and see Angel snuggled in the couch holding that stare for a second longer than last time and go back into their screen.

David had somehow developed a 6th sense for when his Angel was looking at him. Like something was calling him. He would now find himself smiling ever so slightly when he would feel their stare. Sometimes he will pretend not to notice, just so Angel can stare a bit longer. Other times he just wanted to see them, the way they stared at him with such bliss.

And each time Angel would hold their stare for a little longer. And every time they did that they would feel warm a bit more than last. Not that warm feeling where their face and ears flush, but that feeling in their chest just growing more and more.

BUT before David developed his 6th sense, Angel one day pulled him onto the couch. Before david opened his mouth wanting to ask “why?” Angel told him “I want to try something” and sat on the couch facing him.

After closing their eyes and taking a deeeeeep breathe, Angel opened their eyes. Not to stare or to look at David, but to see him. Angel would say nothing. Not a giggle nor a laugh.

This initially confused David because he expected his Angel to say something. And right before he was going to speak he saw the change in Angel’s eyes. He saw the smile in their eyes before a smile ever so slowly appeared on their face.

And that’s when he knew why Angel would sneak peeks at him because he was feeling it too. The feeling of feeling it all.

No words where said. Just shared smiles, breathes and little glimpses of what they saw in their future with one another. A silent way to show love, yet it was loud.

Angel and David both know that bridging is not a possibility for them and they are ok with that. He knows that Angel does not have a core like he does, but my god after that moment?

He knows that Angel reached something in him, and his core reached back. And he swears by it that he could see his angel glow.

[deadlittledogs]

[broughtchumurdur]

*gently tosses Ren(dacted) collection from Nov '23 like that eminem meme*

[cryateiil]

Hello!! This is my first post here so uhhhh I have like no idea what to say but I have a (definitely not late) Halloween drawing I wanted to share!

A spooky Echo for the spooky season!

I have literally no idea how much I'll be posting in the future but I'll try to come back sometime soon loll

[metfell]

Look at this awesome cardigan I found at a thrift store

[dannydoesthisthing27]

Redacted Mate Headcannons 🎉

Sam and Baabe play boardgames together (their favorites chess)

Angel helps Sweetheart scare Milo whenever they all hang out

Baabe and Angel have lunch once or twice a week. I'm not sure if it's cannon that Angel works a corporate job. I'd have to go back and listen to all the audios again to check. I like to think though, that at least part time, they do tattooing or some other kind of art on the side. On the days that they have time, they meet up and talk with each other over food.

Sweetheart and Sam are siblings ( this one is inspired by @redactahoe and their incredible art and headcanons for Sweetheart i highly recommend going and checking their stuff out )

Sam and Sweetheart also regularly go out for meals together, just the two of them and with their mates.

Sweetheart and Baabe spar and wrestle together. I think Baabe has had professional training as a boxer and a little jiu-jutsu. I know D.U.M.P is a magical institution, but it's still essentially police work, so I imagine almost all of the detectives and officers need some kind of combat training. They work out together to keep both their skills sharp.

Sam has been trying to teach Angel to cook more homemade meals.

During the first solstice they met at, Angel and Sam bonded over the fact that they are both interested in medicine. (I've seen a couple posts in passing about medic/nurse Angel most recently from @piltie-paradigm and @jasmine-loves-writing but if anyone else has nurse Angel stuff please let me know and I will tag yall too because it's a great headcannon)

Angel as a nurse (I'm pretty sure traveling/freelance nurses are a thing right? Cause that's what I imagine Angel doing. They don't have one hospital they work at. They bounce between hospitals in Dahlia and Ferris, resulting in fairly frequent work trips. Never more than a week though.) is insanely good with patients, specifically teenagers, because they know what it's like to be freaked out in a hospital while waiting for care. They make sure every patient gets the attention they deserve

Sam tries to check on Sweetheart at least once a day

The average conversation between Sam and Sweetheart is "I wonder what would happen if-" "stop wondering you're going to get yourself arrested. Or worse hurt and ill have to deal with it"

Baabe collects things. They have almost as much stuff as Ash, except for majority of it is much smaller trinkets and bobbles. Their favorite thing they have is a jar of soda can tabs/bottle caps that Asher gives them every time he has one in exchange for a kiss. (There's multiple jars)

All of the mates know how to ride a motorcycle. Only Baabe does it regularly, they love their bike and treat it better than Asher (according to Asher at least but he's dramatic)

Angel and Baabe play poker and pool and both know how to hustle (baabe is better at poker, Angel is better at pool) neither can beat Sam. Sam is the only person that can beat the both of them, David, and Milo at both games.

Sam likes spending time with the other mates. It reminds him of what it's like to be human. All the little things that they do. The way Angel rambles and has to pause to catch their breath or recollect their thoughts. The way Baabes breath slows down when they're really thinking about something, and the way they crack their knuckles once they have a solution. The way Sweethearts eyes and nose crinkle when they laugh. It reminds him of all the things he doesn't (cant) do anymore

Sam still has an old 1960s Harley leather jacket in pristine condition that was the last thing his grandmother gave him. It still fits too, because she bought it knowing her boy was going to get out and become as strong on the outside as he was inside (he and sweetheart were very malnourished when they lived in Mont Blanc due to circumstances with their family. Their grandma was worried it might end up stunting their growth, but they both turned out like beanpoles, just skinny till they moved away and found some structure)

Baabe has a hard time reading people's emotions, so they try to be very specific with how they speak so that things don't get taken the wrong way. They also have a fairly monotone voice, and flat expression most of the time, which is why people at their job and in public think they're intimidating. However once you've gotten to know them, and you find a topic they're interested in. They can talk more than Angel and Sweetheart

Baabe has a daily routine, and deviating from it unexpectedly can be distressing sometimes, but once the routine has deviated, they're pretty good at factoring it in. Also, they hate showing that they don't understand something, so they do obscene amounts of research on a wide variety of subjects. Whenever friends talk about new things, they pay insane attention and ask questions because they want to know why their friend enjoys the thing.

Baabe has also started trying to do something outside of their routine at least 3 times a week. Hiking is their go-to, but adding in an extra ride on their bike is also good

Sam and Baabe when they're hanging out are either quiet 90% of the time, or they do not shut up. These two together can be professional yappers /pos.

When Sweetheart first met the pack, they were terrified. Surprisingly, it wasn't Milo that reeled them in though, it was Gabe. He asked them to come into his office because he wanted to know the person his sons best friend brought home. (Pack dens like a second home for every pack member. it's not insignificant in size big enough for every pack member to fit and then some. Multiple stories.)

When Gabe asked them to come speak with him, he saw the way their behavior changed from anxious but polite to professional and clean. He thought it was amusing, but he understood why they did it. He was the alpha, after all. Once they were in the office though, he explained he just wanted to know them a little better, and told them he was proud of Milo for choosing a person like them. They still think of that moment a lot, it was the first time they truly felt welcomed somewhere.

Angel collects stickers, pins, and patches to give to the patients they work with. Occasionally, when they're tattooing, they give trinkets to clients who want them or ask about them.

Angel also collects gothic poetry and artwork for no reason other than it fascinates them

[itsyourstarboy]

OKAY SO

I’m gonna drop the Streamer!Honey Drawing WIP

Here is my failure ♥️

I thought you all deserved to see this abandoned project

Yes, abandoned. It’s never gonna get done, it’s been like 2 years already...

And unfortunately a lot of these Honey’s are homeless now, cause I took so long to make this everyone deactivated their account 🙃

[little-piece-of-tamlin]

so turns out the cure of my comic-perfectionism is going back to good old pen n paper

so my nameless bard boy actually functionally is nameless. but in game he kinda needs to be called smth yknow? so me and my DM figured out that eventually ppl who think about him often would develop nicknames for him, which they (and only them) could use from there on. some nicknames are more on the joke side (a pc called him whats-his-face for like. an entire year) and some are deceptively sincere (like trinket, which sounds like a pet name but he actually got it bc he keeps giving ppl trinkets for no reason)

and, ofc, i made it angsty. bc why not. my son my stressball. but also it ends sweet so is it really angsty

(text transcript under the cut)

page 1: People like labeling things. It's how they make sense of the world. Language itself is just a series of labels.

page 2: But turns out, some labels are more important than others. Like names. We are social creatures. Names are the label with which we build our communities. They are the shapes people take up in our lives. And if you don't have one...

page 3: It's very easy to end up alone.

page 4: But... maybe you don't need such a big label, ready for everyone. Maybe...

[panel 1: Hey Bagpipes, how are you?

panel 2: Bluey, we still on for that party?

panel 3: Chai, have you eaten yet?]

page 5: if the people you care about know your shape.