#hello dusty

[agrumpylonelyhome]

Awe- hold on. *vanishes and returned dropping the duo, and Crocus off*

Here ya go.

Cause I assume the other will break free soon and they simply cannot miss it

[Of course they can't...]

-the other one just comes out the egg like a puddle lol-

[curestardust]

HELLO???

[dustyhyena]

MY DREAMS ARE ALL I HAVE / WHILE REALITY'S COLLAPSING

[alonetogether]

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pete+patrick / jenny (i wanna ruin our friendship) #petericksweep

[balladofsallyrose]

Scott Walker and Dusty Springfield, 1967

[aspec-of-dust]

Greetings fellow ace spec of dust

Omg hello! @dustpans-aspec-blog our numbers are growing!

[quicksilverdaisyday]

dusty hates tall people @avatar0ftheeye

[tvntheatre]

Finished and unfinished stuff respectively.

[illmetkismet]

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She wonders if he was there. Standing on the rocky shore with her shoulders squared up and tense as though she could do anything about this. As though there's anything for her to do. The wind is whipping the flames and the smoke and the collar of her coat. It's so cold out there, on the shore, and her eyes are stinging. With the cold. With the smoke. Nothing more.

Was he there? It's all she can think about. She imagines it:

Daud would say, "I know you're there," in his voice that's more rasp than anything these days. Those days. Past tense from now on. Back to the scene:

"I know you're there," but the Outsider doesn't appear. Should he appear? Would he play with his food one last time, waste a few of Daud's last breaths by making him wait? She doesn't know. It's maddening, not knowing.

Could she ask? Next time he shows up, could she say the words?

"Were you there?"

Would he think her sentimental? Would he dig his cold cruel fingers into the flesh of that sentiment, like he does with everything else? Would he rip the meat of it from the bone? Make her bleed?

She doesn't wipe her face with the back of her hand; she trained that motion out of herself a long time ago. Now her eyes are stinging. Her cheeks are cold. But it doesn't matter. She can't stop thinking about Daud. Alone. His last moments are a kaleidoscopic nightmare of so many terrible possibilities, but she can't afford to be distracted by the horrible grinding pull of them in the back of her head.

She watches the flames. She says farewell. She puts him to rest. She doesn't ask.

.

Had she asked, the Outsider would have told her how it happened. That it was so much less than she imagines.

He would have told her it was quiet. It was quick. It was a small choked breath and the twitch of a marked hand. Daud closed his eyes against the pain, against the insistent pull of the Void. Useless. He didn't say a word, certainly not to state the obvious, because of course he knew the Outsider was there. He always knew it. The black eyed bastard watching him from the Void all this time, waiting for the terrible potential inside of him to come to fruition at the tip of his blade. Well, now it was over. No more.

Had Billie asked, the Outsider would have told her that Daud was relieved. He was frightened. He was, still, bitterly angry.

But he wasn't alone.

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[unlikelytrashcreation]

THE FOUL CREATURE LIVES

hello I am alive I have Ben going through some things but I am here now please accept this comic.

[they-them-pussy]

"We know Arthur and Seward didn't actually marry EACH OTHER - " No, they did, they told me. I have a family heirloom letter and everything. These men broke so many fucking laws at their time, you think they wouldn't get married.

[bebemoon]

you always find the most amazing gifts and your gift game is such a unique presence on my dash! my favorite colors are lavender, dusty pink, off white, and black. sending you wishes for a very Merry Christmas! xx ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

harlot hands “spine sword” silver, steel and pearl choker necklace . dilara findikoglu “court” corset w/ raw hem in dusty pink/grey . vintage crucifix folding knife [“god protect” inscribed on reverse]

[curestardust]

omg hi?? hello?? hi?? 😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳

[triglycercule]

murder time trio come back from killing some guy (me) and dust just pulls out a rainbow cleaning duster and starts dusting himself off. horror questions him. he says it's self care

[penname-artist]

"Blade..."

He hadn't seen the aftermath of the damage, after that summer he'd been hurt. Dusty almost wanted to look away, feeling guilty he was the reason for the angry marks that deformed his skin. But Blade would assure him it wasn't his fault. He always assured him it wasn't.

He hadn't had the chance to see it in full light yet. The lamplight broadened every detail, cast across shiny pink spark-shaped wounds. The burns created a web of ridges and bleached out color across his body, from the bottom of his neck to the small of his back. His left shoulder was cut deepest, its color mostly a blotch of off-white scald, stretching all the way down across his elbow and into his forearm. He'd said that the whole upper arm was half numb from damaged nerves.

How he could still say Dusty was never at fault, he'd never know.

[hdmiports]

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