#dictator pickles

[lackablazeical]

Call this reclaiming media for my own agenda (a gay one)

[jennifervargash]

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[connerhellhouse]

Dictator pickles 🤑

[nixsucks]

[rantopassedout]

My favourite dictator :3

[aphcoolalters]

Alfred's ALTERS :DD

As everyone knows, Alfred suffers from DID, in this blog 7 Alters will be presented, 8 with Alfred, whom you can ask

ENGLISH

Dictator Pickles: Dictator Pickles was the first alter to manifest within Alfred, Created as a defense against abuse and abandonment, Although he appears cruel, his thirst for power and revenge hides a fragile ego and great insecurity, Behind his sarcastic and ruthless attitude In reality, he's just an idiot who hides his own weaknesses

School girl Alfie/ Alfie: Alfie was created so that Alfred could feel better and reaffirm that he deserves the compassion of others. However, when that compassion doesn't come through, Alfie gives it to herself. She inflicts pain on herself in order to provoke pity in those around her, although, curiously, she always seems to be happy and smiling, she is very kind to all the Alters, although deep down they make her a little uncomfortable

Lucifer: Lucifer is a deranged lover of corpses, he is crazy, do not take everything he says seriously because if it is not to annoy, he surely has a plan prepared for later, for that reason most Alters (not all) have Lucifer on the blacklist, not to say that they want to throw him off the 5th floor

Alfem: Alfem is the kindest, cutest, most tender and dumbest Alter of all, she doesn't worry about complex things, she just wants to be happy, she believes in true love, the magic of friendship, and all those stupid clichés, let's say that Alfem represents what Alfred will be like if he had been born a girl, but with everything multiplied x2

Alfred Christ: Another self-centered fool, but this time not unpleasant to others, Alfred Christ has so much in mind that he is the messiah who will free everyone from perdition that it is impossible for him to escape from his role. The others, especially Pickles and Lucifer, try to get on his nerves, why? because it's fucking fun

Dominatrix: Dominatrix is ​​often called a whore, yes she is, but it also doesn't need to be said. Curiously, she is the strongest Alter, which gives her a lot of advantage when fighting with someone, most of the time she is quite aggressive, if you are lucky you will find her distracted by something else that makes her calm, like singing, wow, she really sings well, ALL the female alters sing great, but Dominatrix thinks Alfie and Alfem are just stupid girls, even though she doesn't want to tell them that

Alfred Pim: This guy is a simpleton, he wants with all his might to find a pretty woman and stay with her, but he doesn't even know how to talk to one, he always ends up doing something stupid that makes him look ridiculous. But it's only like that when he tries to flirt with a woman. By this I mean that if you try to insult him, don't think that he will stand idly by

ESPAÑOL

Dictator Pickles: dictador Pickles fue el primer alter que se manifestó dentro de Alfred, creado como una defensa contra el abuso y el abandono. Aunque parece cruel, su sed de poder y venganza esconde un ego frágil y una gran inseguridad, detrás de su actitud sarcástica y despiadada. En realidad, él es simplemente un idiota que esconde sus propias debilidades

School girl Alfie/ Alfie: Alfie fue creada para que Alfred pudiera sentirse mejor y reafirmar que merece la compasión de los demás. Sin embargo, cuando esa compasión no se manifiesta, Alfie se la da a sí misma. Se inflige dolor a sí misma para provocar lástima en quienes la rodean, siempre parece estar feliz y sonriente, es muy amable con todos los Alters, aunque en el fondo la incomodan un poco

Lucifer: Lucifer es un trastornado amante de los cadáveres, está loco, no te tomes en serio todo lo que dice porque si no es para molestar, seguramente tiene un plan preparado para más adelante, por eso la mayoría de Alters (no todos) tienen a Lucifer en la lista negra, por no decir que lo quieren tirar de un 5to piso

Alfem: Alfem es la Alter más amable, linda, tierna y silly de todas, no se preocupa por cosas complejas, solo quiere ser feliz, cree en el amor verdadero, la magia de la amistad y todos esos clichés estúpidos, digamos que Alfem representa cómo sería Alfred si hubiera nacido niña, pero con todo multiplicado x2

Alfred Christ: Otro tonto egocéntrico, pero esta vez no desagradable para los demás, Alfred Christ tiene tanto en mente ser el mesías que liberará a todos de la perdición que le resulta imposible escapar de su papel. Los demás, especialmente Pickles y Lucifer, intentan sacarlo de sus casillas, ¿por qué? porque es jodidamente divertido

Dominatrix: A Dominatrix a menudo la llaman puta, sí lo es, pero tampoco hace falta decirlo. Curiosamente ella es la Alter más fuerte, lo que le da mucha ventaja a la hora de pelear con alguien, la mayoría de las veces es bastante agresiva, si tienes suerte la encontrarás distraída en algo más que la tranquilice, como cantar, wow. , ella realmente canta bien, TODAS las alters femeninas cantan muy bien, pero Dominatrix piensa que Alfie y Alfem son solo chicas estúpidas, aunque no quiere decirles eso.

Alfred Pim: Este tipo es un simp, quiere con todas sus fuerzas encontrar una mujer bonita y quedarse con ella, pero ni siquiera sabe hablar con una, siempre termina haciendo alguna estupidez que lo deja en ridículo. Pero sólo es así cuando intenta coquetear con una mujer. Con esto quiero decir que si intentas insultarlo no creas que se quedará de brazos cruzados.

[dallasderose]

Dictator Picklesss

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pullllllll up with the alfred drawings boi!!!!!

FUCK YEAHAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!

Aph anon ily

ILL MAKE MORE APH ART SOON PLEA

[mizukiyo-stims]

Systober day 6- problematic alter

Alfred (he/she/it) and Pickles (he/it) were the first to come to mind. We don't mention them a lot because of their source, which I'd reccomend against watching, especially directly from the creator

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[daxymmm]

“𝐀𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮…” ❤︎

Alfred x Pickles (?) LMAO IDK

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The days felt increasingly empty in the place that was supposed to be his mind. At an amusement carnival that had now become a rollercoaster of endless emotions.

There he was, sitting, letting out a sigh that not even he knew was contained. His chapped lips curved into a small “oh,” the faint hisses of boredom were filling that gloom, that empty space that urgently needed to be filled. Or everything would collapse…Again.

His eyes, swollen from crying, wandered lazily through the dark corners, his mind was blank, but not in a good way, he was not “blank” as people describe an episode of ecstasy. He was blank because he decided to submerge into the deep sadness that crossed his being.

As if that were not enough, and although it did not help much, he was constantly visited by someone who claimed to hate him. He harassed him as if it were a hobby, his favorite pastime.

“You arrived!” It trailed from his lips, his eyes falling on the figure standing erect in front of him, his sadistic smile appearing not to intimidate him.

“Of course you do, brat…It's not like you know anyone else, or like there's a single person who likes you.” His voice was full of sarcasm and loaded with supposed hatred. Unlike before, the mocking and malicious laugh he let out every time he humiliated or tried to humiliate Alfred was no longer there. It had slowly vanished with the wind.

Slowly, his hatred dissipated, if there was even hatred beneath those cold, hard layers of his suit, fur, skin, bones and everything else.

“Anyway, what are you doing sitting there?”

“There's nowhere else to go…I can't do anything else.” His tone was void of any emotion except sadness, the sadness was perceptible. You would notice even if you were miles away.

However, as unlikely as it seemed, the sadness was mixed with a warm tone of joy? or maybe not. It was as if the dark, empty room now glimmered as it welcomed its guest.

“And you plan to stay there until you rot?”

Again, that tone full of feigned hatred. He forced himself to play the bad guy role, even though he didn't really want to. Even if his mind screamed at him to stop harassing Alfred, his ego would never allow it. For nothing in the world would he allow himself to stoop to such a level. For nothing in the world he would help someone who "hates with every fiber of his being."

Or at least, that's what he claims…

“No, but where do you want me to go? I can only wander around…I won’t get anything.”

Alfred's voice echoed again in each of the dark corners, in what remained of the Playhouse, in its safe place turned into ruins.

“I didn't ask you if you wanted to get something. I’m just saying get up now, your ass will freeze.”

The sentence itself was stupid, how could his flat ass freeze if he couldn't even feel pain in that place? Anyway, Pickles just wanted to annoy him.

“Where do you want me to go then? I don’t want to be alone.”

"I don't know, maybe to lose you in hell…This way I can annihilate Jews and make soaps with them without having to hear your unbearable voice."

His frown and mocking expression grew, if that was possible.

Alfred stood up without protest, his eyes avoiding contact with the other. Then he just walked aimlessly, trying to get to the other corner, but in reality there was no corner, it was just an illusion to convince him not to try to escape.

“Where are you going?” Pickles muttered under his breath, clearing his throat right after his murmur. “I mean…Get lost, brat. I don't want to see your disgusting face again!”

His complaint did not get a response, only the sound of retreating footsteps filled Pickles' ears. It was strange, his words always ended up making Alfred cry, but now he was just walking away.

Suddenly feeling a pang of anger, or desperation perhaps, his arm reached out almost involuntarily to stop Alfred, his grip strong enough to hold him there, but not enough to leave a mark.

“Wait, brat.”

“Didn't you want me to leave?!” For the first time, he had raised his voice at him, but the tone of his voice was pathetic as he tried to break free from Pickles' grip, “Let go of me!”

“Don't think I'll let you go, you moron.”

“I told you to let me-

Alfred stopped dead, his breath seeming to be drained from his lungs a few seconds later. Piclkes had grabbed him by the neck, lifting him from his spot, his scowl intensifying, his black eyes shining with jealousy.

Could he let it slip away just like that?

Well the answer is no.

“I'm not going to let you get out of here, you hear? I don't allow you to get close to anyone other than me. It boils my blood to see you even look at another, it turns my stomach to see you smile at Dominatrix, that's why I made sure there is no other left who can take you away from me.”

He didn't care that it was killing him here and now, the sick jealousy he felt was clouding his mind.

To the point that I couldn't hide anything from him…

“That's why I destroyed this place, I turned it into ashes just for you, for us. I made sure to kill anyone who dares to lay an eye on you…I killed them, because I can't stand the fact that someone breathes the air of your breath.”

“You're a fucking sick person.” Alfred drawled between labored breaths. “I told you to let go of me…” And he began to try to kick him, to desperately try to free himself as his consciousness drained out of him in a matter of seconds.

“Don't think I'll let you go.” He muttered under his breath, his grip on Alfred's neck loosening. But just a little.

“Please…” Alfred repeated, his hands clinging to Pickles' arms, getting no reaction from him. “I don't want to be alone again. “I don’t want to go back to reality.”

Then as his eyes were about to close, he was dropped to the ground with a thud, and the figure standing in front of him laughed, extending a hand to him.

“Are you stupid, idiot? Do you think I'll let you die? If you die I will too. As much as I want to make fun of your corpse for hours.”

“Don't tell me that.”

A sob escaped his lips, Pickles' hurtful words taking effect on him.

“Are you going to cry that easily? You won’t complain or anything?”

Alfred shook his head, another broken sob forced out. The thought of being alone hurt more than the recent strangulation.

“Why are you so mean to me? I never did anything bad to you…”

“Ugh, brat.” Pickles snorted, rolling his eyes and walking over him.

He took Alfred's face in his calloused hands, there was an uncomfortable feeling in his stomach, he would describe it as disgusting and unpleasant. But he refused to let it go. He refused to hold it back any longer.

“You're a nasty crybaby.” He continued, pulling the other's arm tightly, bringing his face closer to his.

“What are you doing?!” Alfred said breathlessly, trying to move away, but being prevented by the other's iron grip.

“I hate you, brat.” But he didn't mean it, judging from the way he then closed the distance between his lips, it was obvious that he didn't really hate him.

On the other hand, Alfred's heart seemed to LITERALLY burst out of his chest, blood rushing to his head in what seemed like just a blink, he was left speechless. And it wasn't because his mouth was occupied with Pickles's lips, but because that kiss seemed to take his breath away in a way that threatened to suffocate him.

“I hate you…” He repeated, his voice cutting like his claws, which held Alfred closely.

But I didn't hate him, it was impossible. His actions contradicted his words, which no matter how hurtful they intended, did not have a mere hint of a threat. Well, he was the kind of person who would say “I only do it because I feel sorry for you.” Even after the most passionate kiss a person could give or receive.

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Neither of them could focus on anything but each other, Alfred's sadness faded, as did the evil in Pickles' eyes and voice. Nothing else could be perceived, and if that were not enough, when he opened his eyes, the warmth of the other's death grip was no longer there, at least not physically.

Alfred had returned to the world he hated more than the empty Playhouse, he had returned to reality. He still felt that suffocating pressure on his neck and the pain in his arms.

Now he would have an excuse to escape from reality, an excuse to return to his empty fair, which little by little was recovering its color…

THE End :)

DUDE MY FINGERS HURT A LOT UGH

[urqfania]

the same crap that I already uploaded but with more WILL (??? because they asked me for match icons 🥺 so here it is

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I AM GOD HERE.

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don't ask

[nixsucks]

[rantopassedout]

Alfred alfer thing I had stored in the bottom of the pit

[aphcoolalters]

Hey Pickles, sense Alfred don’t really remember what happened between him and Phat Dawg do you know what happened? (Sense you keep all of Alfred’s bad memories)

You assholes have been asking all these days about the guy who is more of an asshole than you, I can't take it anymore, I'll tell you so you can stop fucking around

So, it all started when Alfred escaped from the house where everything happened to him. Like the crybaby he is, he went to talk to Phat Dawg and begged him to let him live in his apartment

And just to set things straight, no, Alfred didn’t tell Phat Dawg anything about what happened. He’s way too childish and ridiculously naive to do that. Anyway, the guy gave him a small spot in his apartment, but now Alfred had to get a job to pay his share of the rent. Obviously, he wasn’t going to live there for free

Surprisingly, that little bitch managed to get a job at a "Burrito Bell." I admit, he was actually very good at his job, so much so that he was quickly promoted to manager

But I guess the power was too much for him HAHAHA! Just as quickly as he got promoted, he spiraled into madness. He claims it was my fault, but I don’t agree with that. All I did was give him the little push he needed to finally get something right for once in his miserable life

Alfred didn’t come back for… I think 2 or 3 days, so I took his place during that time

And… I don’t really know how to explain this part, but one day Phat just showed up with a newspaper and started yelling at me and insulting me like a freaking lunatic

He called me a psychopath and a bunch of other things I don’t even remember because they weren’t worth remembering. One thing that always cracked me up is that Phat Dawg never even knew me, so he kept calling me "Alfred" the whole time, and even said he couldn’t believe how much I had changed and that he missed the old me Hahaha!

That son of a bitch pushed me, and after days, Alfred thought it was a good idea to show up right at that moment. I’m serious when I say that if that hadn’t happened, Phat Dawg would be dead right now

But anyway, Alfred was really scared. He didn’t understand why Phat kept telling him over and over to leave his apartment and that he never wanted to see him again

He quickly started crying and, well… Phat forced him to leave without even packing his bags or anything. That bastard ended up telling him that he really cared about him, that he always tried to be there so he knew he wasn’t alone, and that if there was anyone in the world who truly cared about him, it was him. But apparently, Alfred always finds a way to push everyone away. He told him he deserved to be alone and…

fuck, i wanna punch phat dawg so hard right now