14 Dates With You

Oh well they coexist now lmao

Redacted Learning To Accept Love

A continuation of one of my rants/drabbles in the 14dwy server ehehe :3

mdni !! / 14 days with you / sfw / redacted belongs to @14dayswithyou

I think Redacted really needs an Angel with empathy. One who can understand him thoroughly and treat him well and respect that his psychological state and needs are different than the average person. Then Redacted could eventually learn through imitation and with support to have more passion and emotion for other things in life, including himself.

Very very slowly, he and Angel can condition his self-destructive, dark thoughts to lessen in frequency and intensity through open communication and a lot of missteps, relapses, and determination. They will be there for each other throughout the whole thing, the other's unending devotion being the driving force behind their desire to improve themselves.

And then... maybe one day... perhaps there will be a moment of peace, scattered bits of tech surrounding Redacted and Angel on the floor as Angel's eyes shine, locked on their beloved spouse in encouragement, prompting them with questions and nods. Redacted obliges their interest, happily rambling about his newest personal project while they fiddle with the pieces surrounding them, fastening, unplugging, and reattaching parts. Not that his attention is ever fully away from Angel, as he clearly sees them try to stealthily take a picture with their phone.

He blinks, fingers pausing their motion as he turns with a confused grin, a question hidden in their words, "'Saw that, Angel."

His Angel gives him a smile brighter than the sun, explaining, "I've never seen you look so carefree. Wanted to capture it."

And all of a sudden, it hits him. His swirling thoughts weren't oppressive, their nerves weren't frayed and hyper aware of any little threat, any misstep in words or gesture. They were... happy. Content. Excited. Warm. A million emotions and thoughts were present, yet none of them were overwhelming or sharp, wearing at their subconscious. Their smile, the one they had learned to hide so well, along with any vulnerability, was easily on display now. He blinks, hardly believing it as his eyes stay locked with his Angel's. His Angel.

A confession slips out, hesitant and full of apprehension, "I love you.”

Their Angel responds, each word leaving their mouth with intention and intense devotion, “I love you. More than anything.”

[Redacted]’s eyes widen in shock, not at Angel's words, but at himself. A choked laugh of disbelief escapes him, but Angel can see his face clearly as his eyes fill with tears, unblemished with the deep pain and darkness that had bloomed behind them when such assertions had been made in the past. Angel immediately senses the change and leans forward to push back the bangs he used to hide behind, hand lingering on his cheek.

[Redacted] places a hand over theirs, leaning into their touch as, for the first time in his life, there’s not a doubt in his mind when he breathes out his response,

“I believe you.”

Whatever he did I'm on his side <3

It’s like a full-blown addiction, but instead of drugs or booze, it’s this fictional guy who’s got her wrapped around his finger. She knows it’s fucked up—knows she’s out here daydreaming about someone who’s not even real—but who cares? This guy? He’s everything. He’s charming in the worst ways, flawed in every possible sense, but there’s just something about him that has her hooked. He doesn’t even know she exists, but she’s ready to fight anyone who says a word against him. Seriously, she’ll defend his honor like it’s a fucking life-or-death mission.

He’s a goddamn trainwreck, but he’s her trainwreck. She’ll put up with all his baggage, his emotional scars, his dark sides, because somehow, that brokenness makes him feel more real to her than any real guy could. He’s messed up, but she’ll fix him in her head every single time. Maybe it’s that thrill of knowing he’s dangerous and untouchable that makes him even more irresistible. He might break her heart in a hundred ways, but it’s the kind of heartbreak that makes her feel alive, even if it hurts like hell.

And it’s never gonna happen, right? She knows that. He’s not gonna waltz into her life and sweep her off her feet. But it doesn’t matter. Because she gets to have him on her terms—no messy reality, no awkward first dates, no risking her heart for real. He’s always there when she needs him, in that perfect little bubble of fantasy she’s built for herself. And maybe she’s a little crazy for it, but at least with him, she’s never disappointed. Every time she replays his scenes, reads the fanfics, imagines their future together—it's like a high she can never quite shake. She knows it's all just a mindfuck, but she’s never felt more alive.

Wanted to redraw my first art of Ren/Redacted

Old works (november 25 and 26, 2024):

semester ended so i finally got to draw ren for the first time :3 yayyy !!