I Keep Her There And I’m Not Letting Go Of Her Anytime Soon 🤭🤭

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REDACTEDTOBER DAY 02

This involved less thought, but it’s something. the prompt for the other list said video-game so it conveniently matched as well and I’m seriously happy with how this turned out, as weird if a concept at is it, i hope u like it <3

Adam - Atari

Adam was an orphan at a young age, a runaway one at that.

6 years old, and he’s already managed to raise himself.

On one of the nights in search for shelter, he found himself in a seemingly abandoned house.

At least, he thought it was abandoned.

The house belonged to Henry Jessup, former department agent who had been laid off since the rise of the hotshot detective, Colm Greer.

The house was all he had, his own sanctuary of dusty shelves, curtained windows and an Atari 2600 console that adorned his tv that sat in the middle of the living room.

Games was his escape, an escape he’d immersed himself in entirely since being laid off.

That particular night, while enjoying a game competitive game of pong, the sound of tiny feet, caught his attention. He may be out of commission, but that didn’t diminish his sharp senses, and thar sound was sure as he not his raccoon companion, Gerald.

Straightening his back, he grabbed the closest thing in sight as a weapon, which in his case would be a beer opener.

“Who’s there!?” He called out, his voice booming as it echoed the dimly lit room.

—

Adam froze, covering his mouth to avoid any sound from escaping.

He crawled under a table, only to be grasped the collar of his shirt, hovering him over the face of a 60-something aged bearded man.

“Who are you?! How did you get in?!” He roared, keeping him about 3 feet off the ground.

“I-i n-need, r-roof…i-it was..cold..” The young boy stuttered, whimpering in fear as tears welled up in his eyes

The man met the boy’s gaze, seeing the fear in his face. He let out a low growl, easing his grip and setting him down.

“Well, what you did was trespassing.” he spoke, walking back to couch. “Sorry..” Adam mumbled, sniffling as he rubbed at his neck where he’d be gripped

“You hungry?” the old man spoke in a nonchalant tome, holding out a half eaten box of spinach pizza, offering it to the child.

Adam felt heard the gurgle of his stomach, having barely eaten the past 2 days, he was practically drooling. He looked up at the man, seeking confirmation.

“Well, go on” He replied.

Once he got the answer, he quickly picked out a hefty slice, practically shoving the entire pie in his mouth, letting out a content groan having finally eaten again.

“Jesus, slow down, pizza ain’t going nowhere”

Henry spoke, handing him a plate to place his slice on before taking his spot back on the couch

“Grab a seat.” He said, gesturing towards the empty couch across from his.

Adam nodded appreciatively, placing his pizza on the plate before walking over to the couch.

“I—“ He started, only to be cut off with the man’s low grovel.

“There’s a free bed upstairs, I don’t like mischief, and I expect you help around the place.” He said, his eyes never leaving the TV while he played a around of pong

Stopping mid bite, his eyes widened in shock, he was letting him stay? His lips curved into a small smile, nodding at the man’s offer.

Henry let out a confirm him, taking a swig from his mug before turning to face him, “Wanna play?” He asked nonchalantly, reaching out a second controller.

The boy tilted his head curiously, taking the controller in his hands, watching closely as the man explained what each control did.

Then they played. A thing they would find themselves doing often, bonding over the galaxies of Galaga, to the trenches of Pacman and Q*bert. They explored it all.

And as the years went on, now in his vampiric life, A decade since Henry passed, Adam often found himself going back to the slums of the little run down cabin. The calming buzz of the TV and its glow providing a dim light, creating a sense of melancholy as he booted up the same Atari 2600.

OH YKG FODHS TOSHD EHCOO 🤭🤭🤭😍😍😍🤞🤞

Don’t worry

I’m just keeping an eye on you

Angel having a Chandler Bing type of job is so funny to me (David is the housewife, Angel is the breadwinner, but I digress)

I can just imagine the mates (Sam, Babe and Sweetheart) having a heated discussion about what the hell Angel actually does. And then Babe messages David and he just says ‘they do statistical analysis and data reconfiguration’

And then after a beat of utter shock, sweetheart just says ‘they’re a fucking accountant???’

Because Angel Shaw is many things, but somehow that also includes being an accountant

IS THIS VIET REP OR AM I TWEAKING???

Redactober 2024 Day Twenty-Five

Prompt: Porter & Prank

Pairing: None, Platonic Solaire antics

cw: Mild violence, Mild language

“I thought a little prank might liven up the place.”

Available on AO3 here!

<- Prev Day

“GETTY!”

“What have you done now, con gái?” William asks, not bothering to look up from the book in his hands. Alexis shrugs a shoulder, taking out an airpod just in time to see Porter speed through the door. With his eyes a lurid red and his fangs bared, he would be the poster image of vampiric rage… if not for the strip of lush, dark hair shaven clean in the middle of his head like a ridiculous, reverse mohawk.

“A bold choice,” Alexis deadpans with a raised eyebrow. “It doesn’t look good.”

“You won’t look good when I’m done with you, you vicious bitch!”

“What’s really vicious is the DIY job you’ve to your hair, sweetie. I know you’re missing Vinny, but let’s not be teenage girls about it.” Porter pounces at Alexis, his nails aimed for her smug face, and she, the older vampire of older blood, is faster, throwing him back into the wall with a swift duck and kick into the sternum. The younger vampire leaves a hole in the plaster but is unharmed, is incensed more than anything, and readies himself to launch again when William lifts his head, leveling them both with a level stare.

“Con cái, you’ll get blood on the floors and so soon after the cleaners have come,” he tuts, clicking his tongue disapprovingly at the flakes of paint and drywall littering the floor. “Alexis, did you do this?”

“Obviously not,” she says, already the put-upon image of laissez-faire boredom.

“Then curious and curiouser… Perhaps it was a ghost.” William goes back to reading with an air of finality only he can accomplish, sucking the momentum out of the fight. He keeps reading when Porter skulks out the room, hissing violent curses and threats at Alexis as he passes her and slamming the door on the way out.

“Really, William?” Alexis asks, looking at her maker, unimpressed. “Shaving his head?”

“The manor has been so quiet since Vincent left,” the king says with a little smile as he turns a page. “I thought a little prank might liven up the place.”

hi, i’m wuegh 😧🤯

(“wuh-hhck”, “way”, or “woog”)

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this blog is SFW!! 🙏

currently this blog is just for me to be silly and whimsical so don’t think about it too much. okay? okay. ☝️🤓

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that one tiktok trend 🌚

i was debating between jack or sebek and then my friend was like: “honestly why not silver? he’d fall for it tbh”

she was so right so i did it

(sorry i render myself very lazily, all the focus goes into the boys ^^)

if people joined that would be so skibidi sigma of them 🤭

(i’m never saying that again)

Reasons why you should join my redacted audios discord server!

We have a super cool moving server icon that shows just how cool we are because yes it’s pleasing to the eyes

We have a channel called “e&e games” and I GET THAT ITS BASICALLY JUST A QUESTION OF THE DAY CHANNEL BUT ITS SUPER COOL AND REDACTED THEMED.

Uhm I mean we kidnapped Echo and now he does server announcements.

AND HERE IS WHAT THE SERVER MEMBERS HAVE TO SAY ABOUT THE SERVER! AND WHY YOU SHOULD JOIN!

SO JOIN US!

i’m ok i swear

Snowflake and Xavier Angst!!

Trigger Warnings- Mentions of self harm, mentions of death, self destructive tendencies

The heat of the game. DAMN was tied with the opposing team, 30 seconds till the games ends. The captain runs through the field, gaining the finial point.

“Good job Xavier!” Snowflake shouts cheering for the captain.

The player freezes, talking off this helmet. It was Huxley. Xavier is dead.

Their smile fades as they leave their fellow cheerleaders behind, running into the nearby gym. They collapse to the ground curling into themselves. Soon they hear the door open and close, the sound of a pair of footsteps.

“Tempest. You in here?” the familiar voice says.

Soon they can see huxley kneel down in front of them.

“Hey dude, how are ya?”

“i’m fine Hux. Good job with that point.” they say, wiping their tears.

“I heard it. Not everyone did but me and the cheerleaders did… It’s been hard on everyone and no one blames you.”

“But I should be over it!”

“Tempest he died a few months ago. No one expects you to be over it. We’d be worried if you were. You planned to marry him, everyone knows how much you love him.”

This leads Tempest to continue to sob into Huxley’s chest.

“I love him so much and he was taken from me by those bastard shades. I’m going to kill whoever caused that shit.” they shout, electricity surrounding them, hair standing up.

Regardless of the pain that would normally come from the electricity is numbed by the padding of the uniform.

“ I know Tempest, everyone wants to get back at them. They’re bastards, plain and simple. But you can’t do that if you tear yourself apart. Your training so much and barely resting or eating,” he pauses for a moment,”I’ve seen your scars too.”

Tempests eyes shoot wide open. “what?”

“I’ve seen the scars, you can’t kill your self. He wouldn’t want to do that.”

“NO SHIT HUXLEY” they scream, trying to push him away, “but life isn’t worth living without him and I’d die a thousand times over to see him just once.”

Their attempts to escape the man’s arms are unsuccessful, eventually collapsing out to exhaustion.

“It’s alright snowflake. It’ll all be ok.”

IN HONOR OF THAT SCRUMPTIOUS NEW VIDEO I DREW ASSET 🤭🤭

clearer version under the cut 🤞

part two of my "scene bites" series, where i draw a shitpost sketch of an audio so i can convince myself that not drawing something every time an audio comes out doesnt mean im a bad artist :3

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