I am switching my page over to be more multifandom based and wanted my new intro to reflect that.
Welcome to my blog! My name is Dahlia or Angel.
I use they/them pronouns and any gendered or non gendered descriptors!
My current fandoms are: Redacted Audio, Castle Audios, Dr Who, and BG3!!
My current favorite characters are: David, Anton, and James (Redacted Audio), Claire, Beth, and Evie (Castle Audios), The 11th doctor AKA Matt Smith's doctor, River Song, and Rory Pond (Doctor Who) and Gale, Astarion, and Shadowheart (BG3)!!
Here is my carrd, which includes links to both of my tumblrs, my Ao3, my ToyHouse, and my Instagram!!
I also have a roleplay tumblr!! It’s @dahlia-of-the-valley !! Check it out and shoot me a dm if you wanna roleplay :):)
Chapter one of PHM au coming soon, for now, read this piece about my original character !!
Angelle is a (former) superhero who worked for a shitty hero agency and had a super unstable (borderline abusive) boyfriend who ended up killing her because he didn’t know she was the hero who his vigilante persona had beef with.
She’s also one of the first OCs I ever made!!
Warnings: mentions of abuse, death, (implied) death by suicide
Angelle was left on the floor of the warehouse, her body limp and lifeless against the cold concrete floor. She was dead. At least, that’s what she’d thought until she felt herself shivering.
The wounds on her body moved on their own, manipulating themselves to heal. The edges of her stab wounds reached for each other and stuck together, the walls of the cuts fusing together. Slowly, where there had been oozing red holes, there were simply scars.
She curled in onto herself, her lungs rattling with a gasp. She was alive? Why was she alive? Slowly, she managed to flutter her eyes open. Her vision was blurry at first, but she was exactly where she’d been when she’d last looked around.
Except, something was missing. Someone was missing. Loki was gone. She was alone.
Angelle’s hands pressed into the floor, and she slipped at first as she pushed up to sit. There was a pool of blood below her, or rather, a mostly dried remnant of a puddle of blood. She looked around, and realized she could hear birds chirping.
She was dizzy, but wanted to change out of her blood encrusted suit. Her mask was a few feet away– discarded on the ground near the chair she’d been tied to earlier. With a groan of effort and the protest of her aching bones, Angelle stood up.
She considered the mask on the ground, but decided to abandon it. Her feet carried her towards the door she’d entered from, pulling it open and peeking out. It was daytime, hours after she’d entered this place. There was the sound of light traffic distantly.
Angelle’s hand reached up and pulled her hair out of the barely kempt bun it was still in, allowing her curls to fall messily down towards her shoulders. She could feel that her hair was frizzed and knotted, but she didn’t care.
Her legs kept moving, even though her brain felt as if it was still back in the warehouse. She made it back to her apartment, the one that had gathered dust on its surfaces from how many days she’d spent away from it lately.
She locked the door and ran a bath, pulling off her clothes as she watched herself in the mirror. Her body felt strange to her, perhaps an effect of being so sure she’d left it. Her fingers traced over the scarred tissue that had been left by her lover.
She had poured everything into him, and he’d killed her.
She’d known it was going to happen– planned it, even. She’d hoped dying by the hand of someone she loved would save her from the horrific treatment she’d suffer at the hands of the Hero’s Association. She should’ve known better than to think she could ever escape them.
Stepping into the water that was just a little too hot for her comfort, she lowered down and rested her head on the edge of the tub. She wondered what Loki was doing. Wondered why he didn’t call anyone. Wondered why he’d left her there.
She realized that he probably would have never called for help, even after he knew she was too far gone to save. What stung, though, was that he’d left her in that warehouse to rot. He might not have known that it was her when he was carving into her, but he’d known while she was speaking her last words.
He’d held her as she died.
Then he’d left her there alone.
Angelle realized that, even if she returned to him, that was all he’d ever do to her. She tried to imagine a universe where he didn’t hurt her. A universe where she got the same love returned to her, rather than pouring all of her energy into a bottomless pit of a person. She wasn’t sure one existed.
She sat in the bath until the water got cold, and then she started to actually clean herself. She combed through her curls and took the time to use her finger to coil each section. When she got out of the bath, she wrapped herself in her bathrobe and washed her face.
Staring herself in the eyes, she found that she couldn’t remember the last time she’d actually taken the time to take care of herself.
She spent the next few days in near perfect silence, save for the occasional trip to the store. Nobody came looking for her. She didn’t mind. For once, she was grateful for the inheritance she’d gotten from her father. She used it to keep herself afloat.
After a week, Angelle found herself standing outside of Loki’s apartment. The windows were covered, and there was mail on the stoop.
She sighed, pulling on gloves and walking up to the door. She listened for a long time, not hearing any signs of life from within. She pulled out the key that he’d given her, sliding it into the lock and opening the door quietly.
Once inside, the smell told her everything she needed to know. She walked back towards Loki’s bedroom, pushing the door open and looking in with a heavy heart. She looked at him for a long while, pretending that he was simply sleeping.
“I love you,” she breathed, and the words tasted sour in her mouth.
She turned away from him and picked her way back out of the apartment, closing and locking the door. Taking off her gloves, she shoved them into her pocket. She considered– just for a moment– leaving him like he’d left her.
She made the call anyway.
Days turned into weeks and she moved away, finding a different city to live in. One that had its own heroes. One where she could simply be Angelle– not SharpEye.
When asked about the gap in her resume, she told the interviewer that she’d spent time in the hospital. They didn’t pry. She appreciated that.
She found a therapist, found a new normal. She taught English at a high school.
She began going by a different name.
Most of all–
She threw out her copy of Jekyll and Hyde.
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EEEE SO NERVOUS POSTING ORIGINAL CONTENT ON HERE PLS BE NICE TO ME
So I DM a ttrpg and for the most part everything in my world is original ideas, but I have this thing happening where beings are appearing from a different world and one of my players plays a character who is very in tune with souls and the inner magic of other people so to give her something to go off of I described the difference in the intrinsic magic between the people of this world and the people of another world.
The people of the other world have cords and a spellsong like redacted, and I watched as another one of my players, the beloved @us3rnam3-r3dact3d , recognized what I was referencing and it was just such a cute moment
Anyway I’m writing another campaign and I’m looking for some players… so look out for that 😼
This is such a fun question and I’m going to be miserable about it (rant)
Yes I will give explanations
Honey used to when they were a teen and tried to go back when a little older but found their old creators cringe and abstained after that
Angel def does and probably realized while dating Micheal that it’s not normal to supplement a lack of attention or comfort from your partner with boyfriend asmr. They might have occasionally when they first got together with David but it dwindled off.
Geordi listened to comfort audios RELIGIOUSLY, and probably still does on occasion. He listens and curls up in a ball in bed, has probably cried about it.
Baabe definitely listened to something that is the RedactedVerse’s equivalent to redacted, and has definitely infodumped to Asher about the universe many times in the course of their relationship.
Dreamer listens to partner asmr but less in the partners asmr way and more in the body doubling way. For example, David’s gaming/paperwork audio, Abby’s body doubling audio from castle audios, stuff like that
Smartass probably used to listen to some kind of partner asmr, but I see them as more of an ‘x reader’ fanfic typa person
Asher has listened to a couple audios because Baabe was yapping and turned some on. He didn’t mind it but probably doesn’t go looking for that content on his own
Project Meridian Anton didn’t listen to partner asmr, but instead listened to voicemails and voice messages from Love over and over. Vice versa with them to him.
Gavin probably made a YouTube channel to make his own but procrastinated and never did
I love following asmr creators on tiktok because I’ll see a weird ass video on my feed and then I’ll see @escapedaudios reposted and I feel comforted knowing that these people are just as strange as we are
posting on here because im lowkey desperate and I trust the redacted fandom to help a brother out
It's officially been a year since I last played dnd as a player rather than a DM and im losing my mind, does anyone have any campaigns looking for players??
semester is over, ended it with a final gpa of 3.81 and I am celebrating that by getting a new phone !!!!
I have had like 0 motivation to do any writing other than some original tidbits here and there, it's so hard to write when you're in charge of all the details (I miss text role-plays)
in other words, I am sorry that there hasn't been much content from me lately!! I've been using all my creative energy in my drag performances and dnd campaign. trying to get back soon!!!
finals are upon me and I am currently embarking on my last week of classes (save me) so I apologize for the inactivity. Thinking about writing a freelancer AU(?) fic about finals stress from DAMN or something so that's fun and maybe look out for that. or maybe some smaller posts.
