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after re reading thru the whole updated timeline I am so so grateful to have found this channel right from the start and to have experienced these storylines as they happened bc I think I would combust trying to decipher this whole universe now with all this information tangled up in these playlists 💀

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for april fools we’re deleting this entire site sayonara you weeaboo shits

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porter audio soon who cheered‼️

my take on how the apology will go ^^

They haven’t spoken since the fight. Treasure considered calling, but they didn’t feel like getting into another fight over the phone. They weren’t exactly over it yet, still feeling the sting of Porter’s words and the embarrassment of their own, but they had definitely cooled down some and didn’t want to re start that fire if he was still upset with them.

Treasure knew they would see him again, he hadn’t exactly ended things, and there’s always rough patches with these kinds of things, right?

Treasure wanted to put it past them. Their friends had been messaging all day about wanting to go out, and while the thought of sitting alone all night at the bar while their friends partied didn’t exactly appeal to them, the small food menu the bar offered certainly did.

Something about cheap greasy snacks was especially healing to them, and their friends had promised to pay this time, so what the hell, why not?

After wasting most of the day away, they finally managed to peel their body off the couch and get into the shower, along with picking out an acceptable outfit for tonight.

After about an hour of preparation, Treasure grabbed their things and headed outside, making it about two steps out the door before stopping abruptly.

No way. “What the hell is he doing here?”

Porter stands in front of them, uncertainty staining his usually smug face.

“Is this a bad time?”

Treasure is frozen in place, their hand still on the doorknob. All the emotions slowly seeping back into them, the anger, the hurt, the embarrassment.

“Oh… um kind of? I was just leaving to pick up some friends… and I’m not really in the mood to argue tonight if that’s why you’re here.”

“No, no. Of course not. Can we talk? Please?”

Treasure takes a second to consider, taking a deep breath to calm themselves before sending a text to their group chat saying they won’t be making it tonight, unsure of how they’ll be feeling in the next few minutes.

“…sure. Let’s go inside.”

Treasure turns back around and wanders inside, plopping back down on the couch with Porter following close behind.

“Well here we are. What did you want to talk about?”

Porter takes a seat beside them.

“I wanted to apologize, mostly. I shouldn’t have said those things to you, and I shouldn’t have treated you the way that I did. I was wrong, Treasure. I see that now, and I apologize. I’ll say it over as many times as you want me to. This is….new to me. I’m not exactly used to being cared for or worried about, so when you pushed me for an answer I wasn’t ready to give, it felt…patronizing. Uncomfortable. I didn’t know how to react to it…so I ran.

And I know that you were just trying to help, but if this is going to work, I must ask that you respect my boundaries on certain topics. Like I said then, in time, I would love to share everything with you…but I need some space first. That is all I will ask from you.

….I want this to work, darling. I want us to work, more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my afterlife. But I need you to meet me half way with this. I can’t promise it will be easy, but I can promise you that I will do my best….if you’ll have me.”

His hands found theirs, holding them gently. Treasure squeezes them together, feeling the guilt creep back into them.

“Oh Porter…. I’m sorry too. I knew I shouldn’t have pushed, I’m just so used to prying problems out of people that it’s almost become second nature to me. It’s almost expected of me to be the problem solver for everyone, so I did what I thought was right.

I’m so sorry for I how I acted and what I said, that was really shitty of me. I should have respected your decision not to tell me. This is new for me too, but I’ve never cared for someone like I’ve cared for you, Porter. I want us to work, and I’ll do whatever I can to prove it to you.”

The pair sit in silence for a second, looking each other in the eyes, understanding and forgiveness passing through them, soft smiles on their faces.

Porter breaks the silence first.

“Thank you, Treasure. I’m glad we were able to salvage this, and I feel the same amount of care for you. Now, I apologize for the intrusion, you were going somewhere and I interrupted, so I shall take my leave—”

Treasures lips are on his before he could finish the sentence.

They climb onto his lap, needing to be closer to him, raking their nails down his chest the way he likes. Porter grabs onto their waist, holding them steady.

They missed this. They missed him.

Eventually, Treasure breaks apart for air, breathing heavily and pressing their foreheads together.

“Stay. I cancelled my plans, I’d rather spend the night with you.”

“Mmm, missed me did you?”

“More than anything.”

Porter trails kisses down their neck, fangs grazing skin ever so slightly.

“Let me take you to dinner, darling. You’re already dressed up, and I’d hate for you to waste such a good outfit.”

Treasure laughs off the compliment “Oh please, it’s nothing special…but if you insist.”

They cup his face, pulling him back in for another kiss.

Dinner could wait a little longer. Right now, they were both more than comfortable in their current position, and both wanted to make up for lost time.

They would make it work, no matter how many times they had to kiss and make up.

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thinking about hush… he’s such a silly creature to me

put my word vomit under the cut since I mention the newest hush/vega audio and it has only been like 2 days

I re listened his first few audios and I agree with what vega said in this most recent one about hush not being as naive as he is portraying himself to be. I think he has a lot of knowledge but just doesn’t know how to articulate it??? or feels like he shouldn’t use it because it’s not apart of his purpose?? its probably more of that last one honestly.

but that’s why he so attached to doc, because they (for the most part) are really just going with the flow and being patient with him (as he’s mentioned many times before)

his character is just so interesting because (to me at least) it seems that he does want to be more than his “purpose” but doesn’t know how to break out of that mold… so he holds onto doc as a reminder that he can in fact deviate from his purpose without repercussions…

also circling back… what did you mean “try you? hmm…quite the offer” and “there’s a lot of things I’d like to give you….if I get the chance” from that first audio??? hello??? what did you mean by that??

and going from that to low key craving docs touch and requesting it?? man is touch starved

anyway thats I all I got for now check back tomorrow to see which character has consumed my brain

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hits treasure with the chronic pain beam

entirely self indulgent treasure/porter comfort under the cut

sorry if it’s formatted/written funny/ooc im in the clutches of a pain flare right now 😔

“fuck”

treasure was hurting. badly. the pain wasn’t anything new to them, but it was always fucking terrible.

so here they were, curled up on their bed, heat packs placed in the worst spots, medication in their system doing fuck all to stop the onslaught of sharp squeezing stabbing pins and needles pain.

“stupid, stupid. I waited too long to take those pills. so much for sleeping the pain away.”

treasure was getting frustrated. they were tired. they were hurting. they were alone.

they hadn’t heard from porter the last few days. he had work to do for his family, whatever that meant. god, treasure was really considering taking him up on the offer of magically induced sleep right now.

they miss him. it had been awhile since treasure had gotten particularly close to someone, and even though porter wasn’t around everyday, he was around often enough for treasure to notice his absence.

treasure tosses and turns, trying to find a position on the bed that will magically take the pain away. frustration turning into tears, forming quickly in their eyes.

“this sucks. im so fucking tired of feeling like this. it’s never going to get better is it?”

the sound of the phone ringing halts their rapidly spiraling thoughts.

treasure sits up to silence the disruption, stopping suddenly when a new wave of pain crashed into them, returning them to the fetal position of which they came. tears are flowing freely now, laced with pain, frustration and self pity.

“aw to hell with it. If it’s important they’ll call again.”

sure enough, the phone resumes ringing.

once. twice. three times.

“fuuuck”

treasure yanks the phone off the nightstand and checks the screen through bleary eyes:

missed call

text message: “I see that you are home”

text message: “mind if I come in?”

all from porter.

treasure perks up a little, wiping some of the still spilling tears off of their face before responding:

“back door should be unlocked. im in my room”

porter is in the bedroom doorway by the time treasure sets the phone down. he makes his way to them, silver eyes scanning over their body, hands reaching out to smooth treasures messy hair down, moving lower to cup their flushed face.

“what’s wrong my treasure?”

strong hands gently wipe away the freshly shed tears.

“im in so much pain, porter. i cant get it to stop. I need it to stop.”

treasure is a mess, borderline hyperventilating from crying, body tense all over. it breaks porters heart.

porter removes his hands from their face and places them on treasures arms, rubbing them gently.

“im sorry you’re hurting, my dear. lets calm you down a little shall we? take some deep breaths with me.”

porter guides them through the breaths, in and out, in and out, until treasure’s breathing is under control, their tears drying up, body relaxing ever so slightly.

porters not used to this. comfort has never been his strong suit, but something about being with treasure makes it so easy. there is something there, deep within him. a growing ache that he can’t quite identify. a fondness. a longing. a blatant desire to be near them and bring them peace.

“how are you feeling now darling? any better?”

“mm… a little bit. im not so panicked, but the pains still there.”

“I can help with that, if you’ll allow me”

“no, no don’t waste your magic on me porter. it’ll go away eventually.” even now, guilt chews through them. they never have been very good at asking for help.

“treasure, it would take a far greater amount of stress to even come close to denting my magical output. spending a small percentage of it on your comfort will be well worth it for the both of us, I guarantee it.”

treasure sniffles, the ache in their body ever present.

“…okay”

that’s all porter needs to hear. “lay back”

treasure obeys, falling back into the mess of pillows and blankets while porter situates himself next to them, wrapping sturdy arms around their frame and pulling them close.

“where is the pain today?”

treasure practically melts into him. “everywhere”

“anywhere especially bad?”

“mhm…my hips and back are killing me”

practiced hands run over skin, massaging the tense areas of their body, pushing a little bit of healing magic into them to ease the pain. treasure sighs, instantly feeling the warmth of the magic flow over them. “good lord where has this been all my life??”

porter presses kisses to the top of their head and across their face while tracing patterns down their back, saying without words “relax, I’ve got you”

treasure catches porters lips in a kiss, silently communicating back “thank you, thank you, thank you, you’re actually saving my life right now.” they move impossibly closer into porters embrace, feeling the pain in their body start to fizzle out.

“thank you porter. I don’t know what I’d do without you”

“oh please my treasure, it was nothing. why have all this magic at all if i never use it?”

a small smile creeps onto porters lips.

“besides, you know how i love to make you feel good, in any circumstance.” he presses another kiss to their forehead.

treasure matches his expression, smiling contently, finally feeling at peace. “I always feel good around you porter. you make it easy for me, even on days like this.” they press their lips to his his once, twice, three times, before closing their eyes and laying back down against him, healing magic making them so very sleepy. porters face flushes ever so slightly, taking in all of feelings around him. the same fondness longing desire that he has grown attached too.

“sleep well, my treasure”

the pair stay wrapped up in each others arms throughout the night, taking comfort in each others presence.

this is something they could both get used to.

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project meridian really had me out myself as a bf asmr roleplay listener to my friends 😔

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okay but now im thinking about human born latents like can you imagine going thru an incredibly traumatic experience and then suddenly you can shoot fire out of your hands??

imagine taking yourself to the hospital thinking your having a mental break down and having crazy hallucinations and someone pulls you into a room and is like “yeah actually magic is real and you have powers, lets call the magical government and get you all educated”

at least lovely had a little bit of prior information from vincent and had him there to help them through everything, it’s crazy to think that in the redacted universe there’s people who just have to figure it all out themselves 🫠

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good lord I just finished project meridian and 😀 erik I need whatever you are on please. like WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT WAS A DREAM??? THE WHOLE TIME??? 😀 it was so well done too like I need this series injected into my bloodstream. plot twist of the century here and I don’t have any friends that listen to redacted to talk to 😭😭😭

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Reblog the 500,000 dollar written check from Seto Kaiba and money will come your way.

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u look easy to draw

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where my banditos at??

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Anna Pugh - A Word to the Wise

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NYPD are like uuuuh we still haven't found the killer but we did find footage of a different, equally mysterious man with rogueish charisma and a dazzling smile. If that helps

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i think everyone owes a debt of gratitude to jimmy eat world for the middle. you ARE in the middle of the ride. and everything WILL be just fine. and you SHOULD live right now and be yourself. and it DOESN'T matter if it's good enough for someone else. thank you jimmy eat world

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life would be sooo good without my curse

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I enjoy how every Glass Animals song sounds like "ouhhhhhh blue sky lemonade like an Arnold palmer I wish u and I were calmer drown the memory of youuu in goji berry water *the strangest noises you've ever heard* hot tub in a swimming pool mind full of Scooby-Dooby ghouls you were always too cool for school hot cheetos and cotton candy juuls *water dripping sound effects*" and it slaps mega juicy balls every time

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hello adam savage calling the mythbusters "ambiguously gay weirdos"