#< implied anyway

[jakuwais]

Ojisan… division? 😡💢

My initial idea for this

[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.

[brawlstars-dragon-au]

He's just a fancy little dude!

[imaginariumwanderer]

My king actually won against Shadow Milk! This is so funny bro I'm rollinggg

[kicks0u]

uh oh! i turned your slime girl into a robot!

[majubengel]

Skin Care

[sp8ce-queen]

pov: you interrupted his slumber party with spider-man

based on this

[technically-human]

He did eventually sign it

[hinamie]

I don't want to regret the way I lived

[jsheios]

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

[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.

[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

[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

[samuraseiichi]

[chatlote]

Final Moments.

[peanutseagle]

tea time with the bestie