Hi hello! Welcome to my (mostly) 14dwy blog, y'all can call me Render or Aerix. I write occasionally (and also draw now! yippee!). I linked my original posts below, I'll keep that list updated if I post more. The only characters I really write for are [Redacted] and occasionally Ren tho hehe. Feel free to give polite feedback on my work, positive or negative :3
OH ALSO MINORS DNI
14DWY is an 18+ game and though the majority of my account isn't explicit, please respect the creator's and my wishes to not interact with the game and community.
WRITING
[REDACTED]
14 Dates With You
"I believe you"
Nighttime Chats
Guitar Lessons
Rendacted
Taken Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5
being anti-amatonormativity in a romance centered world is like watching half the people you know put all their eggs in one basket and then drop the basket and all their eggs break and they’re crying and swearing they’re never gonna do that again and then a month later they have all new eggs in a new basket and they tell you the problem was they didn’t have a strong enough basket or fresh enough eggs and then they drop the fucking basket again.
(this post is about putting all your time, energy, and care into one relationship, about staking all your happiness on a romantic relationship, effectively making the entirety of your joy and stability dependent on one person who could exit your life for any number of reasons no matter how great the relationship seems. it’s about the societal expectation to build your entire social life around one long term relationship, putting all your eggs in that basket, so to speak, instead of tending to larger social network and maintaining a variety of strong connections so that even if one very important relationship comes to an end, you won’t be losing your whole social life in one fell swoop.)
the writing writer returns
idk what i'm doing over here folks *smokes*
water your redacted plant this summer it's hot outside
💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤
"Are you sure you don't mind working like this?"
"Yeah? It's not a problem."
"Because, again, if you'd like to take the day off, I'd understand perfectly well."
You shake your head in response. "It'll be fine, I swear." As you stoop down to place a book on the lowest shelf, [REDACTED] quietly follows suit at your side. "They haven't been bothering anyone." Except for you.
"Alright," Conan sighs, and you swear you can hear several car crashes happening in his head, but he walks away without another word. With your boss (unsuccessfully) persuaded for the third time, you continue shelving and run your fingers over the spines of books in the stack your partner is carrying.
You muse to yourself, "Most of these are in the sci-fi section." It was one of the few sections that were moved around every once in a while, so you took the time to think, tapping your fingers. "Should be on the south wall. Follow me."
[REDACTED] carefully stands up in sync with you. The stack they hold doesn't move, but the metal cuff on their wrist jingles.
"Lead the way, love," he says. As if he has a choice, not that he'd ever want one.
Accidentally stealing handcuffs from Teo's party last night was kind of funny. Handcuffing yourself to your favorite emo during breakfast was just as funny, for all of fourteen seconds. But then you remembered you had work. And then you remembered that you never took the key.
And then, of course, when you suggested the obvious idea of cutting them off, suddenly [REDACTED] had morals against property damage.
Turns out a life of crime was not for you.
"You're enjoying this too much," you mutter as you walk through the aisles. Stubbornly, you refuse to admit to also enjoying this. Because then he wins.
The matching cuff on your wrist hardly feels uncomfortable thanks to your partner's willingness to stay as close as physically possible. All that signals its presence is the telltale faint metal clinking of the chain connecting you. And the occasional stares and giggles of whoever happened to notice. Mostly Elanor, who took to spying around corners and hiding her smile behind the monitors at the front desk.
"How could I not?" they practically brag. "'Stead of stayin' home, you wanted t'show off that I'm all yours."
That wasn't what you had in mind at all and he knew it. "You are so…" You huff and sort through the pile, ignoring the grin on his face. "Unbelievable."
"It's like we're already married," they tease as the chain jingles again. "Our wedding bells."
You reach up to lightly thump a cover against his forehead. "Once Teo comes back with the key you're getting chained to the break room table 'til my shift's over. Not in the fun way."
He dramatically sighs as you finally shelve the last of the books. "If y'say so. 'N here I was lookin' forward to it."
From the moment the lock on the cuffs clicked in place, their pale blue eyes were locked on you just the same. It was easy to guess how he imagined the day would go.
Somehow, you thought forcing him to play nice at your job would keep his head out of the clouds for a while. If anything, it was rocketing his ego straight past the clouds and into space. The few patrons that noticed kept their distance, and the ones oblivious enough to approach quickly left thanks to his confusing aura of smugness.
"Hmm. I could forget the key again when we get home."
"Promise, Angel?"
You hold back a laugh and grab his cuffed hand in yours, leading them over to the book return bin. "If I don't get fired for causing a scene, sure."
"Seashell! Where are youuu?" Jae suddenly shouts from the sliding doors. A chorus of various shhs rounds through the stacks, and he hurries over to you with a sheepish grin, almost panting from the effort. "Here's that key you needed. Hey, Ren!"
For once, [REDACTED] acknowledges him with a nod. Who knew handcuffs could make them act moderately decent, if not polite?
"Thanks?" you question as Jae drops the silver key into your outstretched hand. "What happened to Teo?"
Jae shrugs and scratches the back of his neck. "Who knows? He caught me just before I went surfing and offered 500 dollars to bring this to you ASAP. Said you can keep it."
You vividly remember Teo coming by earlier after you texted him, ready to laugh at your circumstances. It hadn't gone so well on his end, what with your partner's unshakeable confidence over the situation. "Oh. Of course he did."
"Anyways, I've got some money to waste. Later, seashell! You too, Ren!" Jae waves over his shoulder and leaves just as quickly as he came, a trail of sandy footprints in his wake.
"Well uh… guess you can go home now?" you offer and look back at [REDACTED]. "Oh come on. It's only three hours."
His eyes lose that playful sparkle as you undo the cuffs and put them in your pocket along with the key. "Three hours unsupervised and without a leash. That's very irresponsible, love."
You wander off towards the staff area. "Shush."
Even without the handcuffs, they're immediately trailing mere inches behind you. You attempt to sneak past the story time circle where Elanor's sitting with a few kids from the nearby school. You're hoping she doesn't notice, but the sound of a gleeful smile starts ringing in her voice as she reads softly.
The staff door creaks open to an empty, darkened room. Conan must've disappeared into his office, no doubt questioning why he lets you keep your job. The hacker's footsteps and yours tap along the floor as you approach the supply closet.
You pause halfway into the room and turn around to whisper, "I thought I said you could go home."
"You also said you'd chain me up back here."
"Not in the fun way," you immediately correct.
"Not in the fun way," [REDACTED] repeats with a nod. They patiently hold up their wrist for you.
Sighing to yourself, you have to decline. "I think I'd actually get fired if I did that. So… if you leave now, you may handcuff me on our walk home." While you fish the offending items from your pocket, you have to clarify, "As long as no one else sees us."
He happily takes them, swinging the cuffs back and forth on his finger. "Oh, then what happens once we're home?"
@14dayswithyou Did I accidentally draw Redacted's piercings and tattoos in the mirror first and then have to flip the whole image? ... not the point, we got there in the end :) Was fun doing a bit more of a lineart-heavy/stylized piece this time
and if you see anything missing in the mirror, no you don't :3
plus a closeup for fun :D
took about exactly the special number heh (i did scribble for two minutes to get it even tho lol)
So hum yeah green flags or red flags? ahshahdhsd I love them both 🙂↔️🫶 ... a little more the red flags though 😭 but omg Crow and Cove just got me crying my eyes off
