#i will not say anything 🙂🙂🙂

[what-have-i-unleashed]

of freedom and of pleasure 4/4

guess how the title finally comes into place here 😁😁😁 i'm going to kill all of you with this 🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂 most of all, @qin-qin16 for jumpstarting this train of a fic 💖💖💖

part 4/4, finished :3 (part 1, part 2, and part 3)

(cw: war crimes, injuries, implied torture and unethical experiments)

the dim fluorescent lights above flicker, casting shadows on the white sterile walls. killer lies crumbled on the ground in a pool of his own dark fluids, his body curling into a fetal position, still unconsciously trying to shield his broken, wobbling soul from the world. his eyelights are gone, covered in the thick tar that obscures his vision and flow down from his sockets. his arms are still littered with needle marks, some areas almost worn down by repeated punctures. killer doesn’t hear the door opening and closing at first, his mind going in and out of consciousness, but the approaching sounds of footsteps on the tiled floor make him tense up, squaring his shoulders uselessly.

dust watches the pathetic sight in front of him, his own soul panging. “petal,” he tells the little scout perching on his shoulders. “secure the perimeter. make sure there’s no one here, and no bugs listening in.”

“roger that, commander.” petal gives a salute, then burrows himself into the walls, disappearing into the shadows.

for a moment, there’s nothing. then killer jolts back into the land of the awake when he feels a hand brushing the back of his shoulder. he flinches instinctively, a hoarse sound escaping his throat.

“get back…”

“easy,” dust murmurs. “it’s me.”

killer goes silent, then his head perks up, his lips twitching into a faint, humorless smile. “dusty…” he rasps. “is this a dream? didn’t think… you’d visit…”

“hold still,” dust says, ignoring the comment. killer feels his head being positioned on something soft, and a cool damp cloth pressed against his frame, wiping away all the fluids on his body. the touch is careful and gentle, making killer’s soul pang at the uncharacteristic kindness.

“must be a dream…” he mutters. “dust wouldn’t be like this… not with… eyes all around…”

“it doesn’t matter now,” dust says, a slight tremble in his voice. there is something to it that killer couldn’t place in his current disoriented state – something he’s missed. “here. take this.”

killer feels something pressed against his teeth and he swallows instinctively. the taste of warm nectar bursts in his mouth as relief floods through his body, dulling the senses of pain and suffering he’s in.

“you’re full of surprises…” killer says, his speech slurred as the medications take effect immediately. he leans further into dust’s lap, basking in the rare warmth of another body.

“you’d feel better in a minute,” dust murmurs. he continues to tend to killer’s battered body, his movements careful and methodical. the silence blankets over them, heavy but not uncomfortable. killer feels he can fall asleep like this, with dust taking care of him – it’d be a rest he hasn’t been afforded since so long ago. his head lolls to the side as he feels the caress of his ex-beloved, lulling him to slumberland.

then, unexpectedly, dust breaks the fragile silence.

“you know,” he says, his voice distant as if speaking to himself. “there’s this place i saw on one of my expeditions. a meadow, under the stars. the grass was soft, the air was clean. there was a river running across it. it was so peaceful… so quiet.”

killer furrows his eyes. “sounds… nice? what about it?”

“i’ve been thinking…” dust continues, his voice softening into a melodic cadence. “if this war ever ends, i’d like to return there again and build a house. for us. me, you, and horror. it’d be the perfect place. somewhere to get away from all of this… somewhere we can just… be.”

killer’s mouth quirks into a smile. “you think… we can survive each other under the same roof?”

dust huffs a quiet laugh. “maybe not. but… i’d still like to try.”

killer responds with a breathy laugh, though he winces a bit when his ribs ache. “alright then,” he says, his voice quiet. “what would this house look like? giant kitchen? tiny porch? two bedrooms? you better not put me in the attic.”

dust chuckles, a suspiciously wet sound. “no attic. we’d have a decent bedroom for all of us. decent kitchen. giant porch for you to sunbath whenever you like.”

killer smiles, entertained by dust’s little fantasy. despite his tiredness, he continues. “so, in this house of ours… who would do what chores? who would be doing the cooking? because i’m not doing it. you’d be eating burnt pancakes every day.”

“i’d do it, no worries.” dust laughs with much amusement, a nice sound that killer wouldn’t mind hearing again. “i’d make sure both of you get well-fed.”

“heh, so i assume horror would be the man of the house… being the breadwinner. bringing home the dough. and i’d be the clown in this household. the fun one, obviously.”

“obviously,” dust repeats, a smile in his voice. “and here i thought you want to challenge traditional relationship dynamics.”

killer’s laugh comes easier this time, though there’s still a twinge of pain on his face. “i mean, who’s to say? maybe i’d look good in a dress, or an apron. and i know you’d look good in a suit too, dusty. i’d clean the house waiting for you and horror to come home to eat my terrible pancakes.”

dust chuckles back. “you wouldn’t have to do anything. none of us would.”

“sounds unrealistic…”

“it does. but that’s the point, isn’t it? we’d just… exist. no war. no pain. nothing. just us. free.”

“free…” killer chews the word over, a foreign yet comforting taste on his tongue. he tilts his head, as if looking at dust even though his eyes are all messed up. “that’s a nice dream you have. almost make me believe you’re serious about it.”

“i am,” dust replies softly, his hands, bare without gloves, caress the side of killer’s face. “even if it’s far-fetched, even if it’s impossible… someone has to be a dreamer to your nihilist.”

“didn’t take you for an optimist.”

“well, i’m working on it.”

killer doesn’t say anything. he closes his eyes and imagines it – dust’s dream. a small house in the middle of a meadow, illuminated by the stars. the three of them – him, horror, and dust – crowd the tiny living room as they squeeze together on the single couch, lounging in each other’s company. dust reading a book, horror starting on his crocheting project, and killer snuggling with their cat. or cats. there would be so many cats, because killer would like there to be. killer would repeat a joke he’s read somewhere, and horror would groan at him while dust would laugh, because he’s just corny like that. would there be guests allowed? maybe. maybe color – the guy’s nice enough to killer. red… killer’s not very familiar with him, but dust is comfortable enough around the guy so he must be good. horror is tight-lipped about his network, but he must have some friends he hangs out around with, and they can be welcome to their secret home on the condition that they won’t rat them out of course. maybe all of them could have a party out in the fields, under the stars that dust likes so much. killer’s not sure about it, but he could adjust to it for his sake. horror would love it too.

killer doesn’t know how long he’s been drifting off, but he startles when dust’s hand cover his eyes, tilting his head just slightly backwards.

“dust…?” killer asks, tentative. “you okay there…?”

dust doesn’t answer right away. his other hand brings another dose of medication to killer’s mouth, and once again killer swallows it without question. the silence lingers, filling the air with uncertainty.

finally, dust speaks. “killer… i’m sorry…” his voice is small, a rare vulnerability slipping through the cracks in it. killer can feel something wet falling on his face, and his arms are too heavy to reach up to dust.

“for what?” he says instead, a soft smile gracing his face. “i’m… happy…” his voice trails off as he feels his tongue getting heavier and heavier, the medication bringing him closer to sleep.

he can hear, strangely distantly, dust humming a lullaby, a familiar one that scratches at the underlayers of his buried memories but refuses to surface. a faint light briefly illuminates the room. a popping sound of an attack manifesting is barely audible over the quiet humming sounds of the machinery in the room. killer’s breathing slows, his body relaxing under the effects of the medication and his own exhaustion. he doesn’t see the way dust’s hands tremble, the way he grips on the bone attack poised just over killer neck, the way his tears fall and fall despite the grin on his face.

he doesn’t get to see any of it at all.

[fresanita]

Angel Dust Turns Human pt5

"Alastor & Angels Background 2!"

Pt1

Pt2

Pt3

Pt4

IM SO SORRRYYY!!!🧎 omg, my classes were absolutely becoming my lifestyle for a moment! It's not even bad. It's just REALLY time-consuming💔🙏 Istg u can tell it took a few months bc of the artsyle change midway; there were so many mistakes but idec anymore☹️ pic 3 is not "buy my time" it's meant to be "BUT my time"!! Also idky I basically drew Alastor w tit pecks on pic5, but I'm not fixing that😣‼️ there are other mistakes but SHHH!!

This part was meant to have more images, but there's a 30 pic max on here, so it's gonna be split in half☹️👍. I tweaked so hard drawing these bc I tried to do this on a bigger canvas for better quality, and the amount of glitches on my tiny ass laptop was insane😒...it deadass deleted a whole layer w several panels that was the ending which I spent the whole day on, but it's okay cuz I redrew it🙂 (FUCK MY LAPTOP FUCK STORAGE AND FUCK THAT I CRIED THAT NIGHT AND DIDNT WANT TO STARE AT THAT SHIT FOR 2 DAYS!!!)

Anyways YAY!!!😁😁🙏 I'm so glad to finally be able to draw moments where alastor and angel are getting a bit closer! I know Alastors interest or consistency w accompanying Angel seems ooc and THATS BC IT IS💔‼️ Self indulgence w a hint of desperate explanations.

Antoní as a kid, finally opens up about home life (not rlly🤫) and Alastor offers a branch to hold onto, furthering Antonio's trust🫶. Antoní is PLATONICALLY blushing bc he's a bit embarrassed thinking, 'Wow, sir is so cool and nice, now he wants to hang out w ME?' He's flattered at nothing☹️ (FATHER ALASTOR FATHER ALASTOR FATHER ALADTOR)

Tag list: @diffidentphantom

[spaciebabie]

yall ever do some shit you know your therapist will be disappointed in you for

[messrsrarchives]

its 4am, i'm feeling controversial and brave. i would argue we don't see enough surrogacy in fics. i would willingly have more surrogacy actually.

these characters love each other so much?? they're such a found family that they come together for a baby?? fuck yeah. i dig it. i don't think a character being a surrogate is inherently "reducing them to biology" or "erasing their character", i think if anything, there's a lot of depth that can formed about their choice, their ideals of what a family means, their dedication and the sheer depth of their love for the parents. me thinks it could be lovely 🙂↕️

fuck yeah. i dig it.

[mrmeepsmadmind]

cliffjumper wip. still need to draw his bestie bee bcs i refuse to pit two queens against each other

rip my wife. killed bcs her smokey cat eyed slay was TOO loud 🤫 !!

[kinokoshoujoart]

30 days of Harvest Moon - day 16. mining / fight

LUMINA USED ROCK-ET LAUNCH!

honestly is it really a farming sim if it doesn’t have a girls gauntlet fight that activates at 4:44 AM in the mines through your doghouse where the girlies take turns trying to beat you to death by throwing their love interests at you 🤔

[hermanunworthy]

throwback to that one time i saw chaparral students show up at my work but i had to Act Normal bc i was at work

[guinevereslancelot]

me, a jammer 🫐🎶

[koifrog]

Sees an advertisement for a set of fanmade V*ilgu*rd merch that includes stuff for Luc*nis, Emm*rich, and………. the concept of the F*de

😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑

[roseworth]

do you ever get pissed off thinking about something that pissed you off years ago. today i can’t stop thinking about the time that my friend got annoyed at me n some of my other friends for bringing up the times (plural) that he had sex while we were in the room. like not to victim blame but if you don’t want us talking about you having sex while we were right next to you maybe you shouldn’t have had sex while we were right next to you

[woodswolf]

Not sure how to phrase this in a complimentary way but I am really glad Captain Olimar isn't a real person with real feelings because I think your righteously vicious takedowns of his character would fucking kill him. Very very good. Extremely good.

(undoubtedly re: these tags)

oh listen anon. listen. listen listen listen listen listen:

did i ever say i wasn't going to say them to his face?

this is literally four sequels down the line (at least by the order im writing them) but the reckoning is coming. this guy is going to be forced to choose between his unwillingness to change in any way that matters and his journey and struggle meaning anything at all. he has never cared about the gun to his own head, but if he doesn't start he's never going to be happy. it takes a push with him, an impulse: something stronger than the friction holding him in his grating routines and comfortable, familiar miseries; something strong enough to overpower his every sense of shame.

dogs leading dogs as it is now is about knowledge and the learning of it and what that knowledge can help its adherents achieve. it's about two very flawed people who come together to mutually recognize the other's personhood, as unconventional as it may seem from their own perspective, and how that knowledge of personhood obtained during that quest can save them. how they can both use that knowledge to alter their perspectives, and how they can learn from each other as they do so: the pikmin learning independence, and olimar learning to accept change.

the problem is that olimar doesn't learn that. olimar learns just about the opposite of that, in fact. and it's going to take all of DLD2, and all of DLD3, and a good amount of DLD4 before anyone will have the will to scream at him with a gun to something he actually cares about, because god forbid would it ever be himself.

this guy is going to get skinned alive by something that knows him better than he knows himself. and he can either sit there and take it, or he can fight back. so it's a shame that he never fights under improbable odds, only the impossible or the certain. maybe if someone drove that like a railroad spike through his stupid stubborn skull he'd actually have a chance.

(on a less literarized note, id just like to say that pikmin 3 is a god tier character study for olimar because it takes a really special kind of person to get that fucked over by their own individual hubris, and an even more special kind of person for Olimar's Comeback to happen at all. (but that's for DLDP3, and by the time DLDP3 rolls around our single most important canon divergence has grown into such a canyon that Olimar's Comeback won't even happen at all. but you didn't hear that from me))

(and on a comedic yet entirely unexaggerated note, this guy's got 99 problems and the various methods by which he lies to himself to maintain a facade of normalcy and self-satisfaction and generally his inability to level with himself that everything wrong in his life is not fine is about 98 of them.)

[unsanctitude]

Holy shiiiit I love Janus' concept and design!!! Do you have any silly fun facts about them? (Feel free to yap as much as you like btw !!!

YAY im glad you like JANUS !!!!!!

since he's kind of a newborn i havent had much time to accumulate fun facts about the guy, he's essentially still in his larval stage. but i do have a few!

his natural hair color is purple but is turning into a muddy greyish-green due to excessive magic exposure! he also once had a normal skin color but he is now a lovely shade of green

the rubber gloves he has on are enchanted and is what allows him to operate, its all he needs to sort of reach in there and move stuff around hehe

you can only discern this in one pic but he does wear high heels/stilettos all the time cause why not ☺ he's become so good at sleepwalking in them

[baravaggio]

whatever this is I hope araki never stops doing it

[gigginox]

im probably bigender but i have a job so idrc abt that rn

[carefulfears]

i will fight ppl who are mean to miss téa because that woman is just minding her business this whole time, the weirdos need to back offff

literally does nothing but mind her business, look hot, and make good as hell CBS shows. like you literally cannot find a trace of her personal or dating life anywhere anymore. you never hear her name in the news. idk why i hear it out of some of you all the time…….real talk though i love to see how often the 4 of them are still together, and all on family vacations and celebrating holidays. if they’ve found something that works for them then i think that’s great :)

[lovsome]

just sent my illustrated book project to my ex professor to ask for his opinion and i am terrified …. i feel so numb to the project after having worked on it for so long and i am so scared that hes gonna say its mediocre at best and that is going to confirm in my head that i am just not good enough