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@hundredthousandmillionfaces
Hi. This is my secondary blog, for posting stuff about Redacted Audio and maybe OCâs / listeners if I ever feel like it.
Primary blog is Kito Anthony, so thatâs where all the likes and follows are coming from! But thatâs mostly used for BG3, bitching about irl stuff, and tag challenges with a single mutual, so not as exciting as Redacted Audio, but still a good time!
Guys Iâm terrified for where the story is headed
Not just for the lore drops we seem to be getting and that it seems to be MAAM Crew June
But that in one month Iâm going away for 3 weeks, then back for one week, and Iâm away again for another week and I CAN FEEL IT IN MY BONES THAT THATS WHEN SHIT IS GONNA HIT THE FAN
If the next audio is where shit hits the fan, let it be known I called it and I am so so sorry
Redacted EA Spoilers but not really
The fact that itâs a nightmare comfort of all things has me a little concerned Iâll put it that way
Lincoln Hot Boi Summer possiblity....
Anton Hot Boi Summer possiblity....
Or maybe Elliott Hot Boi Summer đ
Aaron Hot Boi Summer....
God (Erik) please
Dreamer and Corvus standing side by side while watching Lincoln who had stopped to help some old lady with her bags.
Corvus sensing Dreamer progressively getting hornier and hornier because Lincoln being a sweet heart is hot.
Than dread when they realise Corvus is sensing all of it
I find them silly
Need
Right now
Yes please
Lincolnâs breath catching in his chest when Dreamer looks over his shoulder to see what he was watching on his phone
They lean in closer to point at something, but all Lincoln can think about is how close they are, how they smell amazing, and how his heart is beating fast and loud in his ear
He wants this moment to last forever
Shaw pack crash out HC
Shaw pack crashing out due to their mates being kidnapped by Quinn and how they would kill Quinn
1: Darlin literally going headfirst to hunt down Quinn ( Quinn was found head decapitated )
2: David With a board of red string mapping out Quinnâs next location ( Quinn was found with his throat ripped out and arms gone)
3: Asher went a similar approach to David but took his time with Quinn ( Quinnâs body scratched up and eye sockets bloody presumably thumbs pressed down into his eyes and his eyeballs gouged out laid on the floor )
4: Milo scouted Quinnâs hide out and knocked the vampire out then snapped his neck
Blake would use the one wish willow on Bestie 100%.
âI wish Bestie could never dieâ
The amount of shit that could happen to them. Being trapped in a fire, shot, stabbed, crushed, and they're just waiting for the release of death only for it never to come.
He would... and okay, at the VERY least their immortality would end when he died so it is not permanent unless he too somehow reached that point which would be torment for both of them.
But also. Gods he would try to make it all fine too just like Bear. Put Bestie in a neverending dream. If they cannot die they don't need to eat or drink or do anything really, and long as he had enough magic to spare he could manage it. Or he could try to piece them back together, take them to a daemon to have their memories modified, or modify them through a dreamscape. Any time they wake up would be horror and disaster, but that is a small price to pay, isn't it?
Until Bestie goes nuts enough to not be able to stop fighting. For themselves, and for Blake too. Since both them bitches crazy for each other in the worst way.
Lincoln and Dreamer going at it until they realize they are 12 feet above the ground.
Itâs not a want itâs a need actually
https://archiveofourown.org/works/88589021
Hereâs that uhhh smut fanfic I made of Lincoln and Dreamer. Got the idea from a post made by @hundredthousandmillionfaces
This fanfic is a first for me and well Iâm a huge lesbian and most likely asexual as fuck so pls be gentle đ
I AM HONOURED AND BLESSED
If Adam died before Lovelyâs powers manifested, then they would never have known they were an Electro-Energetic.
If they never knew they were empowered, then their memories would have been wiped and they never would have gone to DAMN.
If they never went to DAMN and had the drive to master their powers, they never would have tried out for the E&E Games.
If they never went, then Sam and Vincent never would have went to accompany them for the medal presentation and closing ceremony.
If Vincent never went, all the people he defended would have died to all the Shades that were supposed to target him.
If Sam never went, he wouldnât have been able to talk David through healing Asher, and be the voice of reason that wound David back when he was spread too thin.
1,500 people died in the Inversion. By just that one change in the timeline, how many more would have died?
David and Asher indirectly owe their lives to Lovely, and they have no idea.
The part in âI Know Itâs Todayâ from Shrek the Musical where itâs all the Fionaâs singing at once, but thats Dreamer counting down the days until their powers awaken
It wonât be long now, I guarantee!
Day number: twenty-threeâŚ
Day number: nine-fifty-eightâŚ
Day number: eight thousand, four hundred, and⌠twenty-three
Reverse weighted blanket but itâs Lincoln using magic to make an overwhelmed Dreamer float midair
I've literally written this fanfic scene
Context: Sometimes, when Lincoln thinks that Dreamer is getting too upset or stressed or frustrated by a task, he will put them in anti-gravity time-out. The first few times he saw them essentially crashing out over an assignment or a particularly difficult piece of magic, he would ask if they wanted a break from gravity, and they would say yes. After a while, they told him to just do it if he sees them losing their mind, because sometimes they're so in it that they cannot zoom out, and the shock of floating helps them recenter.
...
Dreamer is about three seconds away from genuinely setting this textbook on fire when, suddenly, the book slips out of their reach, along with the rest of the ground they were sitting on and everything surrounding them.
"Linc?"
Dreamer turns over to look at the graviton, who hasn't even looked up from his own work.
"I could feel you plotting arson from here. No open flames in my living room."
"How did you-"
"You mutter, when you start to get upset."
"No I don't," Dreamer rebuts immediately. Lincoln only laughs at this, finally putting the book down.
"Want some company?" he asks.
"I dunno," Dreamer says in mock indignance. "Are you going to make more false, defamatory claims against my person?"
Another laugh and Lincoln stands up, walks closer to where Dreamer was sitting, and then he's floating up beside them.
"Only if you light an open flame in my apartment."
"A truce, then," they say with theatrical dignity, extending a hand out for a handshake.
"Truce," Lincoln agrees, reaching out his hand as well.
But as soon as their palms touch, Dreamer grip's Lincoln's hand in theirs and pulls him to one side, effectively sending them both spinning out towards the walls of the apartment.
Lincoln yelps as his torso gently collides with his blue wallpaper, but Dreamer is too busy dodging a nearby light fixture and then crashing themself into some thick curtains to make fun of him.
Fortunately, the force of the collision is minor; nothing breaks, and nobody is even bruised. But as Dreamer attempts to emerge from their self-imposed crash site, they find themself tangled up in the fabric of the heavy curtains, swatting indignantly at the stuff.
This Lincoln is lucky enough to see, and he does nothing but laugh at their plight.
"And that's the karma of entering into a false truce," he says.
"Fucking- okay fine, touche, actual truce this time," Dreamer concedes, finally unstuck. They gently push off from the windowsill with their right arm, gently floating back to the center of the room. "I mean it this time."
They extend a hand in truce.
Lincoln smiles, expression softening from mocking glee to genuine fondness.
"Truce," he says, drifting towards them and taking their hand.
Slowly, as they touch, he lowers them down again to the ground.
YES ALL OF THE YES
Sunshine despite undergoing the memory modification still has nightmares of a concrete room, the floor seems to slowly break open and drag them down into a dark abyss. They can't properly explain why it feels familiar and also deeply terrifying. They'll hear scratching or odd garbled crying noises but of course nothings actually there making those sounds. They have one persistent hallucination where their hands and arms slowly turn black like their rotting off, it's made them paranoid that this has all been some weird dream or that they never even made it out at all. The weird noises, their body morphing un-naturally all screams lucid dreaming; but they can't seem to wake up, and honestly, they don't know if they want to.
This dream. Not exactly a nightmare. Nightmares were screeching tires and oncoming headlights and ambulance sirens and the pain of the defib on their chest. Nightmares made them scream and jump awake, and set panic through them from the second they started. This wasnât a nightmare. Not that it was a pleasant dream either.
It felt like an old, abandoned, drained swimming pool. Grey and soulless and dark and no feeling of anything kind or familiar. The feeling of being watched by a lifeguard still on duty, but not very good at his job, since he was nowhere to be seen. Tiles and mould and dust and cold and wet and dry and an incessant wind howling. Fading in and out but never leaving, like it was itching to wrap around them and sweep them away to somewhere else. A place with real running water.
And the knocking. Good fucking god, the knocking. Itâs not on a door. Itâs on glass. But itâs not a window. This swimming pool doesnât have windows, not even on the ceiling. And itâs not coming from something with knuckles. Itâs like someone with no bones in their arms was trying to break through a wall of acrylic. And the wall changes too. Sometimes thin as paper, sometimes thick as tiles.
The wind is knocking. Tree beaches on a window in a storm canât compare to those sounds. The wind hisses and curls, its stomach growling the closer it gets to them. The unseen limbs become limbs bleeding black water the longer the dream goes on.
Sunshine had no control over it. Not until Elliott got in here. When Elliott comes into this dream, sometimes heâll hear it too. The knocking and the hungry wind. It doesnât go away, not until he changes where they were.
They always forget the feverish knocking, and the starving wind. Until the next visit to the Feeding Room.
Lincoln has the most sickeningly long eyelashes and Dreamer is so fucking jealous.
lol I forgot I still needed to edit the last of this.
huzzah itâs done! I did the thing!
Enjoy!
The song is Bad Idea from Waitress
(the whole song does NOT fit their vibe. just this one part lolll)
not to cause a ruckus, but there are too many timelines converging rn for something big NOT to be on the horizon
not to cause an even bigger ruckus, but uh
*glances at the most recent audio*
we're fucked
