This account is managed by a pansexual alien who is here to have fun, express mental words (and possibly unhealthy obsessions about various people and things) by encoding them into digital sentences. Direct message has been closed due to bots. Press to goof stating your desire to make contact with the alien and it shall be the one booping your communication device.
THE BASICS
Lili ⭑ 22 ⭑ She/Her ⭑ INFP-T⭑ Pansexual ⭑ Pisces ⭑ text color | start: 240 165 160 ; end 239 219 189
CURRENT OBSESSION(S)
༘⋆ Redacted Audio (James, Regulus, Azmidi) Boku no Hero Academia (Kirishima Eijirou), Tears of Themis (Luke Pearce), DCU (Jason Todd), ZSakuVA (Isaac and Asirel)
THE WARNINGS
This alien will use vulgar words to express thoughts and feelings + share posts that contain mature content; Minors & Blank account(s) will be blocked upon following this account
DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU'RE A: Minor, Racist, Homophobe, Transphobe, Pedophile, Victim Blamer, Misogynist, Sexist, Zionist (adding more once I learn the terms)
THE MASTERLIST
Majority of my works are focused on Redacted Audio characters
RECENT WORK(S): within a dream (James)
UPCOMING: Over Chicken and Pasta (Asher&David)
FAV WORK(S): for me. (Angel&David) | Demonyo (Quinn) | Occupational Hazards (James)
It's moments like being invited by a higher year student from your university & your partner's to go out and eat with dinner with them when they learned that you're eating your celebratory dinner by yourself or getting help from a different higher year student in organizing the files our block submitted, that reminds me if how nice people can be.
As much as I liked the idea of James being a cool, calm, and collected, I like to think that he is also an expressive person. Not in a way that his emotions are loud but more in the way that he's capable of putting them into words. I mean, going by the way he speaks during the moments when he's using his powers, James is well-articulated and poetic. Again, he's not entirely unbothered or Mr. Professional 24/7. So, yes, I like to think that this man definitely talks shit and is interested in gossip.
Though, just like any person, he has his moments where understanding and acknowledging his feelings aren't enough. There are situations where every thought is coming at him all at once and the only thing he wants is to turn off his brain. Silly moment that I just thought of while typing this: James is dead-tired that he goes nonverbal and can't be bothered to use his telepathy but his partner can understand him just by looking at his facial expressions.
Receiving hickeys is great until you realize most of your clothes are either sleeveless or has a low neckline, or both. And wearing a hoodie or even just a t-shirt is like putting a snowman in a tropical country in the summer.
i'm just gonna pretend the results for the 2nd round of knightfight ended differently bcs i cannot afford to stress myself out further than i already am
if jason loses to that fucking clown again, then what was the point?? you mean to tell me martial arts he got from the league is fucking useless? joker wins over the fucking enhancements he got from getting dunked in the lazarus pit?????
It's not enough that he lost in the 2nd round but he was Robin during that round & fighting against Joker. IN A WAREHOUSE! They fucking hates us, they hate creativity, they hate logic. I honestly hope the updates we've been getting isn't real and is just a PR stunt because what the fuck is happening?
if jason loses to that fucking clown again, then what was the point?? you mean to tell me martial arts he got from the league is fucking useless? joker wins over the fucking enhancements he got from getting dunked in the lazarus pit?????
Tags: Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Imperium, Implied/Referenced Torture, Non-Graphic Violence, Hate Speech, Non-Consensual Use of Telepathy, Mental Anguish, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Light Fluff, Unreliable Narrator
Full story is published on AO3, link here!
Save his file. Close the remaining windows. Shut off the computer.
The usual sight of an empty office greeted him when he finally removed his face from the monitor, excluding him from the count. James doesn’t hold any ill feelings toward his colleagues who don’t have an unhealthy work-life balance; he has responsibilities that aren’t limited to their department and current projects. Tasks that cannot be deferred and duties that aren’t as simple as keeping the company alive or bringing home the bacon.
He cleared his desk from his definition of organized mess, which resulted from the accumulation of manila folders and papers compiled in them. A glance to his right told him the time, 2:48 AM. It’s earlier than the time he got off from work yesterday, but still, it’s been hours since his schedule ended when he should’ve been lying comfortably at home.
His walk to the basement parking and drive to the house was as eventful as one could expect it to be at that hour.
With tired hands, he reached into his pocket for the keys to open the front door and sluggishly dragged his feet across the foyer, then up the stairs to the bedroom. He would have fallen over onto the bed if he wasn’t bothered by how disgusting he felt in his suit. Begrudgingly, he stripped off his clothes and made a beeline for the bathroom to take a quick but thorough wash.
From where he stood by the doorway between the bedroom and bathroom, he frowned at the pile of clothes he left on the floor. He was in the middle of contemplating whether or not it was worth it to use any more of his (nearly depleted) energy to bring them to the laundry room. When James saw movement on the bed from the corner of his eyes, he immediately knew the answer to his question.
Unlike his original plan of tumbling down like the AT-AT Walker from Star Wars once he got close enough to the bed, he was careful when he started putting his weight on the mattress with slow movements that rivaled Flash from Zootopia.
The feeling of the thick, soft blanket and warmth from another human being was heavenly. Even more pleasant when said human turned around and wrapped their arm around him with practiced motion. On days like this when his energy has nearly been depleted and he begins to question the purpose and worth of everything, James finds the silence when he’s tucked beneath their chin, their body and arms that shield him from the world, and grounded by tangled legs.
He freed his hand from where it was stuck between his and their bodies to rest it comfortably on their back. His fingers absentmindedly drew on the skin of their nape, relishing the goosebumps that grew despite them being deep asleep. After leaving a kiss on their forehead, it didn’t take much time until James fell to slumber.
They are so cute I love James audios but I never write for him bc I don't think his listener has a name?? But oh well!! Pumpkin fluff ahoy!
As always, here it is on ao3! Also do not feed to AI, claim as your own, or repost to other platforms without my permission. The characters belong to Redacted Audio and this is a fan work. Hope y'all enjoy!
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“Hey I’m home!” James calls out to the apartment. Shrugging off his department jacket and loosening his tie, he scans lightly around the apartment with his magic to feel where they are. He senses them barrelling towards him seconds before they make impact, clinging to him tightly. James melts into them instantly, wrapping his arms around their waist and breathing them in.
“Welcome home.” They whisper against him.
“Mmm,” he hums, pressing sweet kisses down their face, before taking their hand in his and kissing over their wedding ring. “I missed you so much.”
“Come sit down.” His spouse immediately starts fussing, hanging up his jacket and pulling him towards the kitchen, where a delicious smell was emanating.
James is ushered to a seat while his spouse retook their place at the stove. “It smells so good baby, thank you for cooking.”
They wave him off as they stir the sauce. “Don’t be ridiculous, you’ve been out working for the past month.”
“Let me at least help,” he protests and they shoot him a look that keeps him in his seat.
“I can manage the meal you workaholic - sit.”
The next few minutes while they finish cooking and serving up are quiet but for their humming, and James takes in the scene blissfully.
As they sit opposite him, his gaze is caught on a ghastly orange face in the corner and he nearly chokes on his food. “Uh baby, what is that?”
“Jeremy.” They say matter of factly.
“Why is he so…” James can’t look away from the horrifically carved pumpkin. “Unique.”
‘Jeremy’ has multiple eyes carved into him with a gaping maw spewing pumpkin seeds onto the fake blood splatter plate it’s sat on.
“I was practicing for a new prop they need for a show.” They beam proudly, “just wanted to give it a go. Is he scary enough?”
He nods, "Definitely. Though I bet I could scare you more.”
“No you couldn’t.” They immediately rise to the bait, smirking.
“Yes I could.”
“Nuh uh.”
“Yuh huh.”
“How?” They ask smugly.
‘Boo!’
The word echoes in their head, sounding almost like it was coming behind them. They bang their knees on the table as they half jump out of their chair with a shriek. “You bitch!” They cry out as James laughs across the table, holding out a hand to them with tears in his eyes.
“S-sorry.” He splutters out through laughter, standing up and moving over to hold them. “Are you- are you okay?”
“Yes.” They slap his arm lightly, resting against his side with a huff. “But you’re a dick.”
“A winner though.” He chuckles, kissing the top of their head apologetically. “I’m sorry baby. How can I make it up to you?”
They pretend to consider for a moment, wrapping their arms around his legs and pulling him close, resting their head on his stomach. “More kisses?” They gasp as the idea strikes them, “And white chocolate hot chocolate? Please?”
“Of course sweetheart.” He leans down and kisses them deeply, cupping their face. “Marshmallows?”
They light up immediately, “Absolutely.”
He moves to the cupboard to grab the mix he always had on hand for their sweet tooth. And as he passes Jeremy, he carefully turns the plate to have him facing the wall.
We, as a community, need a comfort audio featuring James where his partner is feeling overwhelmed, suffering from a terrible headache/nausea, or in those moments where you want to turn off your brain.
I would like to order an audio of James taking care of his sick partner. Make sure you smother that with lots and lots of telepathic communication. Hmm.. Yeah, I'm also gonna get a "soft kiss on their forehead right before they fall asleep". Thank you.
I don't think I'll ever be able to properly convey how much my body needs that audio of James speaking with his partner telepathically again. Especially when it's him and his poetic ass. (Which is another reason why I enjoyed the finale of Project Meridian!)
