ALSO let’s not gloss over the fact that bestie is NOT leaving or betraying blake since im seeing a lot of people interpret it that way. this is not bestie finally viewing blake as beyond help or finally seeing that he’s crazy or giving themselves a way out.
this bitch ARGUED with brachium vocally defending him with some “that wasn’t him that was d’deridahn” argument. and also bestie already knows everything about the basement bc d’deridahn showed them on day 1 and they did NOT gaf LMAO they went “you did that for me??” and kissed that freak. bestie only RELUCTANTLY gave brachium any information because brachium promised that if there was any way to save blake and keep him in tact when separating him from d’deridahn, that he would do that. bestie literally asked brachium to HELP blake and brachium was like “WHAT are you even saying rn” but gave in bc he NEEDED that info. bestie literally made it so that BRACHIUM, number one blake hater who swore he would kill blake, promised he WOULD NOT kill blake and guarantee blake’s SAFETY to the best of his ability. bestie is not going anywhere.
bestie is trying to save blake behind the scenes the same way blake had been trying to save bestie behind the scenes because these two characters have always been two sides of the same coin and it fucks me up because they’re so perfect together FUCKKKKKK PRY THEM FROM MY COLD DEAD HANDS BESTIE LOVES THEIR MAN SORRY ABOUT IT
I love being out of the loop for things in fandoms because either, the person who's started the drama has already been blocked for something before everything else, or it's so stupid even with context of the original person it's a nothing burger of an argument.
My block list is vast and ever expanding, and I am petty as shit. Leave a vaugly mean comment? Blocked. Post something absurd and just factually dumb? Blocked. Be snarky after I've said something? B-B-BLOCKED.
This is my page and if I dont wanna see you, you ain't gonna be seen. I've been attacked over saying Blake is a bad person, which objectively is correct. He is nuanced and often more seen as "morally grey" but looking at his crimes, yeah hes pretty awful.
I brought up Scorpius being a literal slave and Blake being complicit in his torment and shit and i had a grown person of like 30 call me stupid because it's "not HIS slave, it's closeknits" I FEAR HES STILL COMPLICIT IN HOLDING HIM HOSTAGE. You can like Blake for his lore significance or his story; or he'll even just cause you think he sounds hot, i could care less. It's a fictional character, i dont think liking him automatically makes you a bad person, that would be dumb; but if your gonna write a small bibliography to tell me im dumb and just cant read the tiny clues about how hes nuanced and actually secretly a good guy im gonna block you for harrasments sake.
You can like characters i don't. You can dispise characters i really like, and as long as your respectful and arent like lunging for my throat to defend your ideas I won't care
redacted audio or as i like to call it the realm of super hell where no storyline is excluded from unfathomable horror & where no light of happiness is allowed to exist for more than 2 audios
I guess my two cents in the latest Blake audio matter
long rant/drabble incoming you've been warned.
I've said before that their song is the mash up of "memories" and "another love" and I'm dying on this hill (I guess he's too but we've been saying this from the start lol)
Without D'Deridhan he saw their death.
With him, he saw the death of everything and everyone else around. And he somehow had to make the choice, or at least, was given the illusion of it, gesture so grand he absolutely had no idea how to even thread around it, ice so thin it was breaking with mere look. It was too late to refuse it anyway, decision made the moment it occured to him. Blessing and a curse of seeing things a little more than others.
What he said was true, despite how poisonous the words that left his mouth felt, targeting someone that never should be the target of his inabilities. His body was failing (he was only human, no matter how hard he tried to be more), and the lack of sleep was low in the rankings when it came to reasons as of why it was happening. There were worse things to endure than the constant state of being awake, decaying body and mind on autopilot he didn't set up.
The Sovereign made a comfortable little place between the cage of his ribs and the questionable sense of regret he kept squashing down like a bug. Though it resembled a cockroach more, with how hard it was fighting against him, death not for it but for others, delivered from his hands. He had no right for regrets, not when he put everything on the scale, judgement set in stone with a sentence written in bold font. Too far gone to back out, he just had to live with it, whichever definition of "live" he was thrown into. Or maybe it was no longer a matter of "live" but "survive for as long as you are useful".
Shaking hands. Trembling even, when the room stopped spinning and his ears ceased the ringing, white noise making him want to claw at the side of his head. It began to be a constant as of late, paired with the whispers in his head going on all the time, never a pause to the misery he agreed upon in a moment of greed and selfishness, an excuse for a deed done in greater good. He knew of consequences, lived with them his whole life when he had to lie about his identity, when the lie finally grew too big and truth ruined the only good thing he was offered. Another grand gesture, only to be ripped from him the moment he was foolish enough to reach for it without permission.
Regret was not his to have. Nor the guilt, nor the person he sacrificed everything in the name of, and lost even more due to it.
He knew he was losing. He just didn't know how much and how quickly it was happening, everything was hectic, the lines of reality and something akin to a fever dream blurring his leftover shreds of sanity. If it was even his in the first place, D'Deridhan kept using his mouth and body however he pleased, words not meant to be spoken suddenly screamed on top of his lungs, actions done when they shouldn't take place at all.
No wonder they pulled away, the brief flash of fear in the eyes that usually looked at him with nothing but fondness, soft crease around the eyelashes, eyelids blinking slowly to get just a little more of him, before inevitably closing and opening again. He wasn't their best friend anymore, not the boy they knew from their childhood, not someone they trusted their life with, quite literally. Blake they knew of, was merely a shell, a ghost of the past, with how much he changed. And he was afraid it no longer only concerned his visual appearance, skin dull, eyes sunken, hair messy from tugging at them in the late and dark hours when no sane person should stay up.
The only same thing that remained was his name still being Blake, the only part of himself that was left behind. He hoped so at least, clinging to the memory of their lips rolling so nicely around the syllables whenever they called for him for whatever reasons they had.
Being oblivious was a blessing and he saw it now, the irony. Without D'deridhan, he saw their death over and over, without any means of escaping it, but no reason behind it. Just end, their body lifeless, be it in a casket with few flowers around it, or in his arms, as he begged for a one more chance to make it right.
With D'deridhan, he saw everything, clear like the cleanest water in a mountain spring. And he saw the reason now. And he brought the reason right to them, with a twisted sense of hope of finally fixing what was broken. He put them in danger because he was the danger, he turned into the force that pushed the wheel of fate forward, speeding into its impending doom.
Putting them to sleep was an act of mercy, of sparing them from the horror of what their best friend became. Last stand of trying to protect them, because at least in dreams, the Sovereign couldn't taint them like he did with him. He would bear the disgust on his own, he was good in sacrificing his own needs and desires for them, because in this and every other reality, it was only them who mattered. They were scared and so was he, but unlike them, his choice was given up the moment the shade wrapped his petrified body in the last embrace, chill and smell or sweetly rotten flesh making him gag. D'Deridhan felt different. He smelled of dust and was rusty, like a badly oiled machine that still tried to fulfill its purpose despite the cogs barely working, process not even half as satisfactory as it should be. But he would endure. For them, he would do more and that he did.
He saw everything now. And I promise you, the ending always stays the same because there is no reality in which they can be happy. He saw the endless possibilities, changed the outcome only to end up in the same spot he did those years ago, on the backseat of their car when their touch began to feel too heavy and unfair to have, not when he wasn't himself to them. Profit was none, simple economics no longer could be applied to matters that concerned the potential doom of the whole universe. Doom of them, because he had his whole world right in front of him, too afraid to touch it when his hands were stained.
But you know what's worse than not being yourself in that motel room? Not being yourself on that damned backseat either. Because the moment the truth fell from his mouth and the Dreamwalker Blake was replaced with the true identity he despised with every thread of his being, Seer Blake was abandoned. Taking turns, the push and pull continued, never to fix the gap his existence created.
He was turning into a monster, trying so desperately to still somehow separate himself from the Sovereign, but I guess it's too late for that. He and D'Deridhan have a one stingy thing in common and he's probably realised it at this point - neither of them will be missed when it's all over.
No matter how much he begged, he can't be their friend because he was the one to ruin what they have, powers be damned. He can't be their lover because the time was never right, not when they were younger and reckless, now when he's going mad and they once again pull away from him of all people. He saved them, he died for them, he killed for them–
They were asleep, his magic doing what he knew best of. Seers are capable of wielding every type of it, yet it doesn't mean he couldn't play favourites, he was good with it afterall, after signing himself away in the name of someone he was failing. And dreams were a beautiful thing, carved so delicately, threads of serenity laced with things out of reach, world a peaceful place to rest for however long it was needed or deserved. Or forced. He knew he shouldn't have, but they couldn't see him like that, not anymore. Because it was no longer him in there.
For however long they slept, all they saw was the memories of times they could cherish. When everything was fine, when death wasn't a threat, when the world wasn't ripping in half and Blake was still Blake, happier than ever to see the smile on their alive face, beaming at him with the bliss of not knowing. And it was better this way.
Bad things happen to bad people afterall, right? And he was turning into a bad person, but they weren't. So while he was getting his crimes counted, list getting bigger and dirtier, with the dust of concrete and plaster clinging to his sweaty face, rubble of the building falling down like a piece of a domino, they were asleep, safely tucked on the couch, his jacket draped over their back, because it was the least he could do.
Not a single good reason in make believing that they could ever exist again. They couldn't. Their dream would end at some point too, and they would be faced with the world in which the ending always stays the same.
okay edit so people don't get me wrong: I'm a full believer of Bestie going with Blake willingly and the reaction they had was valid because cmon, he had to look awful. And he was acting way different than he was in previous audios. But Bestie is as messed up as him (they knew what they were getting themselves into, kissing him after he said what he did for them). They are meant for each other and the only outcome for me is either they both die or both survive, be it a dreamscape or somehow else. They are in this deep shit together.
Debating doing art for like those lockscreens of characters leaning against the screen like your phone is a window, but with Redacted boys.
What poses do you think they'd do?
I feel like Blake would look concerned, and determined to get out, maybe some small cracks around where his fist is. I could even do two versions, one of just him, one with D'Deridahn controlling him.
Or Hush, looking interested and curious at the screen, pressing his fingertips against it.
Will I follow through? I don't know. I have a bad habit of having big ideas and then never getting to them. But I'll try!
i don't have a lot to say about this video tbh . i think it's erik's best work so far. i will also never voluntarily relisten to it. sickening terrifying insanity, keep it up 10/10
Description: Blake got into a fight with Bestie, in an attempt to change himself to fit what they wanted he ends up meeting Tank. After realizing their life is about to be cut short, he decides to intervene, taking a step towards becoming what Bestie wanted, and maybe leaving that obsession behind.
Tbh, I really like these two and might end up writing more of them in the future.
Blake was having a shitty fucking day. He had just wanted to spend time with his best friend. They had plans, which sucked but wasn't a huge deal, but when he tried to make plans it had somehow spiraled into an argument. He kept running it over, trying to work out every single misstep he'd made, everything about him they didn't like, so he could fix it.
The biggest take aways he got were that he was selfish, cold and clingy. To be fair, he did only have one friend, and he was hardly ever in speaking terms with his family, not that he needed anyone but them. But maybe finding some friends would make them happy, show them he could improve and that he could do anything for them.
Then he heard the fight. He wanted to ignore it, but that was another issue they mentioned, wasn't it? He didn't seem to care about anything besides them. So he looked down the alley. There was a shifter and two vampires throwing each other around. He reflectively checked the future.
Huh, the shifter was going to die. Not now,though their injuries would contribute to their later death. But they would die in a fight with who seemed to be their boyfriend- another vampire. Joy.
This was great, he could kill two birds with one stone, save the shifter, make a friend. Then his beloved would be happy with him. Problem solved.
So, without a word he approached, drawing their attention off the shifter and put them to sleep, ignoring the crack from them hitting the ground. "You ok?"
"I had it covered."
"I don't doubt it. Looked like you were about to rip them to shreds with your bare hands. I just didn't want you to get hurt. Are you hurt?"
"I'm fine."
"and I'm a bit of a healer."
"why would you help?" So they were a suspicious person. Not great, it would have been easier if they didn't question it.
"Alright, I'm trying to be less... focused on the same few things."
"those things being?"
"well, mainly the one thing. The one person."
"ah, gotcha. Awfully convenient for me."
"Look, you don't trust me, I get it. If you don't want help, I'll fuck off. You want someone you can call at any odd hour for healing? You'll have to give me some level of trust."
They sighed "fine. Come here."
They pointed out each injury, keeping a close eye on him as he worked. "Why is a dreamwalker so good at healing magic anyways?"
"in case that person I mentioned before ever needs it."
"Geez, you must be obsessed to learn a whole new type of magic for one person."
"oh, trust me, obsessed is putting it lightly. What's your name anyways?"
"just call me Tank."
"Alright then, Tank, you're all good now. I'm Blake by the way."
"Blake? Really?"
"hey, I didn't pick it. You want my number or not?"
"why would I?"
"in case you need more healing. You're pretty standoffish, so I'm assuming you don't know many" he didn't assume, he knew. But they didn't need to know that.
"I'm not standoffish" they grumbled, pulling out their phone anyways. He needed to build a reputation of being dependent with them quickly or they would die. Which would mean he would have to take the time from his beloved to find a new friend.
They didn't call him. Not for anything serious. Well, they did once when they were practically on death's door. It had taken him pouring healing magic into them until he could barely stand just to handle the worst of it. It brought them closer at least. They had let him stay the night and done their best to make food for him despite their bare kitchen.
But they didn't trust him enough to let him in fully, definitely not enough to let him help with Quinn. But, he had grown a slight fondness for them, they were stubborn, funny and interesting. He kept learning new things about them that drew him in. And finding someone new to befriend would be hard. So he pivoted. If they wouldn't let him intervene with Quinn, he would force it.
That was a dumb fucking idea. It did technically work, he'd forced a meeting with Quinn, gotten Tank to realize he was worse then they thought, and the two of them had successfully killed him. But they were both hurt, pretty badly too.
"Shit! I'm so sorry, I should have realized how- why the hell did you of all people have to run into him?"
"it's fine Tank." He put a hand on their leg, pouring his healing magic into them.
They shoved his hand off "No it's not! Save the healing for yourself, you need it"
"So do you. And besides, I can't carry you so I need you to be able to move. At least one of us has to be able to get help." Ok, sure. The whole reason he was focusing on them was because there was a very likely future where they put off getting treated and their wounds got super infected, meanwhile he knew he would recover without issue, but he could at least pretend to be charitable.
Apparently it worked. they looked at him like they were about to cry "why are you still being nice to me? Hell, why are you still here? This is all my fault, I fucked up and got you hurt."
"You didn't know how bad he would be. That's not your fault. People like that are good at hiding it. Besides, all friends joke about killing eachothers exes, I just happened to follow through."
They laughed. leaning their head on his shoulder, letting him keep healing them "I don't know who that friend that called you selfish was, but damn were they off mark."
He felt a pang of guilt. They had no idea just how selfish he was. And in true Blake fashion, he just has to ruin the moment. "But I am. Everything I do, everything I have done has been to keep them close. They know that and they put up with it.i doothink I've ever had a single thought that wasn't selfishly driven."
"You say while actively healing me." They readjusted to rest their head in his lap, letting him reach the rest of their injuries easier.
"I'm not doing that just to be nice. I started so you would think better of me. I'm doing it because I don't have a better option. I lie and manipulate as easily and subconsciously as breathing."
"I don't think wanting someone to like you is selfish. Humans need interactions with others, right? It's self preservation. Besides, you've seen, and heard from Quinn how fucked up I am. I'm in no place to judge."
"I only became friends with you to make my friend happy."
"I only became friends with you so you would heal me. Match made in hell I guess." He couldn't help but laugh.
"I'm trying to scare you off, be more scared."
They snorted "oh come on, you know by now I have no sense of self preservation."
He smiled down at them, something he couldn't place stirring inside him "Yeah, I can tell."
