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[what-have-i-unleashed]

disjointed ideas but imma write it anyway

(cw: character death)

imagine it's after a particularly hard battle, and horror and killer are regrouping, both injured and killer teasing horror for being a deadweight. they search for dust together.

oh, and there he is, standing with his back to them, amidst a field of bones and blaster scorch marks. killer whistles, impressed at the scale of destruction.

"dusty, you always know how to play."

but horror notices that dust is a bit... unstable. he's not standing straight, his stance wavering. dust slowly turns around, and- oh, that is a severe wound across his chest. and blood and determination is seeping out of the corner of his mouth. his body is starting to dust, only held together by determination at this point.

killer and horror are still as statues as dust staggers towards them, a smile across his face. he crashes into them, his arms around their backs, gripping, constricting like a boa. he lets out a wet laugh.

"your turn next."

with that, he falls, his dust spreading over killer and horror, into their eyesockets, their joints, their crevices.

a haunting promise.

[jakuwais]

Ojisan… division? 😡💢

My initial idea for this

[brawlstars-dragon-au]

He's just a fancy little dude!

[arcadian-vampire]

Uh oh, my aunt who has been Goin Through It lately + has a history of severe depression is posting Things like 'if you remember me after I die, remember blah blah blah' like auntie,, do you umm wanna talk abt it. Maybe with a therapist who is far more qualified than a 22-year-old kid

[sp8ce-queen]

pov: you interrupted his slumber party with spider-man

based on this

[cosmic-nia]

considering she was the one that sprays the stupid sauce into his face in the first place, for her to see him minutes later acting genuinely nice (and stoned COUGH), she’ll be HELLA confused

[hinamie]

I don't want to regret the way I lived

[lazy-indigo]

I stand by the idea that out of the trio, Polites would be the most willing to manwhore his way out of trouble. No wonder Jay had to kill him off so soon. There would’ve been no conflict. /silly

[jsheios]

splat 2 sketch comic for the starving agent 4 fans (me)

[doomedclockworkdotmp3]

his therapist woulda had a field day at their next appointment

[peanutseagle]

tea time with the bestie

[what-have-i-unleashed]

ok some freaky scenario in my head right now...

(cw: exhibitionism kink, lemon writing (not detailed but still))

maybe it's after a mission and killer and dust are in the same room idling around. then killer gets bored and glances at dust with a particular look on his face. killer does a kabedon on dust and it's super effective! killer is all smarmy like "hey babygirl~" and dust wants to punt him so badly but also he cannot lie - this scene is kinda doing something to him.

and dust's hands bunch around killer's shirt, twitching, unsure if he wants to push killer away or pull him close. after some time, with much of killer's incessant dirty talk, dust finally pulls him in. and they just start having freaky sex against the door right there and then, both panting and moaning and dust trying to keep it down because they're still in a public space.

and then there's a knock on the door, and dust freezes in place, making killer stop too. it's horror on the other side, grumbling, "killer, you done in there or what?"

"almost," killer replies, his voice breathy and his eyes still trained on dust's face. "give me a few minutes and i''ll finish."

and killer starts moving again inside dust, slowly but surely, regardless of their other teammate just on the other side of the door they're having sex against. and dust just stares at killer in disbelief, but he can't help the arousal building in him. he covers his mouth to stop his moans coming through.

"you got what nightmare ordered?" dust can hear horror's voice travel through the wooden layer.

"yup. just need to clean up a bit here. have some other business to attend to."

dust can't understand how killer's voice can remain so cheerful and stable despite the act they're in right now. a particularly hard thrust has dust let out a tiny squeak and the door gives a thump as he whimpers.

"... what's that?"

"just banged my leg against the desk. nothing to worry about, handsome~"

there's nothing but silence on the other end. then sounds of shuffling. and then everything is quiet again. killer leans into dust's face, whispering.

"figured he's gone?"

dust removes his hand away from his mouth. his chin and his hand are covered in saliva. he glares half-heartedly at killer.

"... fucking... asshole..."

killer hums, "yeah, i'm fucking you right now, dustbunny," killer gives a thrust that almost leaves dust unbalanced on his toes. "also, don't think i didn't notice how tight you were gripping onto me earlier. someone's got a kink~"

whatever protests dust have is swept away in his moans and little breathy 'aah-aah' sounds, increasingly louder as he feels killer hitting his spot. his hands grab onto killer's jacket from behind, trying to force him move closer, harder, faster. killer happily obliges, burying his face in dust's neck as he nips at the bones there.

they go at it for a while, becoming more frantic and desperate, uncaring of the open space surrounding them. dust can feel it so close. so close already. he opens his mouth, ready to urge killer to-

"you guys done in there or what?"

horror's bored voice echoes through the door, making dust tense up and see white little stars in his vision. he gasps, trying to come down from the high as he feels killer release inside of him and purr contently against his chin. dust's legs feel like jelly, and he would fall over if not for killer's tight hold on him.

"coming, big guy~" killer cheers. "we're done here. hope you got a great show."

"it was okay."

"just okay?!" killer gasps, all fake indignation. "didn't know you have such high standards for entertainment. maybe dusty can show you some next time."

dust has never wanted to hit killer's smug face so hard right now. but, he has to stop his bodily tremors first, still sensitive in its aftershock. and then, he'll have his revenge on killer the moment he least expects it. for sure.

[anendtopursuit]

not to gush too much abt neil newbon's performance as astarion (and stephen rooney's writing for him) but like. he's discussed on streams before how conscious the decision to make him feel like he's constantly performing is (regardless of outcome; theatrical spawn astarion & operatic ascended astarion), and how stephen rooney leaned more into the whimsy and fun of the character based on things he saw in his portrayal (hence astarion progressively getting funnier and more charismatic through game development). but the thing that drives me absolutely mad tbh is the moments where all of it drops and he's suddenly so sincere, because it hits you like a truck to the face.

his voice going all soft and quiet and brittle when he describes cazador instructing his spawn to torture themselves. his mannerisms shifting from seductive and playful to a little more nervous. but the one that always gets me is in the graveyard romance scene, talking about what cazador has taken from him, how it was taken by force; "but he did take it," in this voice that's so full of sorrow that it almost sounds hollow, muffled by none of his usual pomp and theatricality, when even in cazador's palace his admissions of upset were sandwiched between attempts to brush it all off. dear god.

[cthulhum]

i lied theres no sex. were gonna sit down and watch supernatural while we analyze the way almost every character is queer coded especially dean

[poisoned-pearls]

Masquerade Road Trip 🚌

Okay but like…. What if instead of using mirrors they had to stuff this whole cast of people into a bus/van

It’d be a little funny

(Also turn up phone brightness to see it better. Or don’t. Idk I don’t control you)

[goodluckdetective]

If you’re reaction to this Neil Gaiman stuff is to crow how “I always hated his work” or “I knew he had bad vibes” I want you to stop, and understand what I hear, which is “they deserved it”

“But no” you say! That wasn’t what you meant. You just wanted to-

What? Talk about how you always knew better? That you were above falling for the act? That you always knew something was off? You are good enough to know evil when you see it?

Cool. So they were too stupid to know better? That they fell for the act? That they should have known something was off like you? That they weren’t good enough to spot this coming?

“That’s not what I meant! I meant his fans!”

Some of his fans were his victims. So only they deserved it?

“Not his fans who were his victims but his annoying fans-“

That’s what you’re getting from this? That you can finally brag to those annoying fans about how stupid they were for liking his work because…. a monstrous level of abuse happened. Glad you’re enjoying putting those fans in their place with….a bunch of horrific sex crimes.

Anyway, people who are making this about Gaiman’s work or his characters have lost the plot, I agree there. But people making this about how smart they were, how they knew better?

Think about what you’re actually saying and maybe shut the fuck up.