#passenger arknights

[karlantradeprmanager]

No one's doing it like him

[wysteribun]

the arknight

[blackwila-owo]

Passenger burn the town. Nightshade burn my potato laptop.

[potatoescanbesadtoo]

[pooptrongnee]

Passenger🕊️🌱

[inthecarpets]

Passenger/Mountain is just so canon in my mind that the fact that i never seen anyone draw them together messes me up.

I mean?? Depressed Mountain holding dead Passenger in pretty dress, sad to let him go, but accepting of the cruel goodbye.

Them dancing together so delicately??

(source: [AK 2022 New Years']Phantom & Lee's Detective Agency animted video)

Poetic

[mai3phy]

In celebration of my newly acquired catssenger have this poorly made meme 🫶

Look at this creature I love him

[paepipi]

Passecat is cute but I wish they added just oooone little thing on his ears.

But also doodled him in my own style.

[pininiu]

I really wanted to give the wok that trippy effect that damascus steel has. And I wish there was a clearer model of what the globe of Terra looks like but I'll have to settle with a silhouette.

[lapipii-chan]

Commission for banyanyanmilk My commission is still open. Please check out my price list and TOS on the pinned post if you're interested!

[whooiew]

Celebration art for 2.1k Followers on Twitter Featuring a buncha characters that won the raffle

[karlantradeprmanager]

[wysteribun]

some guys

[blackwila-owo]

Passenger with sweater and eye glassess

[pvsiytem]

Devil's tango

(Fellas, is it gay to hate a parasite looming over you who's essential the yaoi devil of Terra?)

[mochidreambubble]

And then there’s You

Arknights Canon/OC fic. AO3 Version here.

Written for OC x Canon week organised by @theocxcanonweek

Day 1 Prompt:

Holding Hands / Apocalyptic AU / “If it wasn’t for you…”

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It’s relaxing, the sounds as Elliot maintains his electromagnetic regulator. That, and the steady sound of his heartbeat. You still find some umbrage with your size - not that you would verbally admit that - but when you comfortably curl up on his lap and rest against his chest, you can’t quite complain. 

It’s just the two of you this evening. Enciodes, for all his bravado and satisfaction with the turn of events, is putting some distance between the both of you. It stings just a tad, but you’d be lying if you said this was not something you’ve foreseen. Enciodes had always been ambitious, a visionary leader in fact. In an extremely detached point of view, you could even say you enjoyed the chessboard the two of you had carved out through the Kjerag. He was - is - a satisfactory opponent on multiple levels. The issue of course lies with the pesky heart. 

For all your self-mental preparation, that there would always be the potential that SilverAsh would stand as your enemy…

“A single word is all I need if you wish to reduce him to rubble.”

Elliot’s voice cuts through your thoughts, akin to the lightning he wields in battle, striking true. 

“The alliance between Karlan Trade Co still stands,” you feebly explain. “And I don’t think threatening to murder one of the warlords right after everything that happened in Kjerag would be very smart.”

He lets silence sits for several breaths, still focusing on the maintenance. 

“And because you love him.”

He doesn’t sound angry, but there was a tinge of bitterness. You understand that Elliot and Enciodes had come to an understanding of sorts when it came to you. It’s a selfishness on your part, to not need to choose. One they let you fully indulge in.

You can’t deny it of course. Enciodes is precious to you, though different in how you cradle Elliot in your heart. But…

“I don’t want to see you fight him.” Not for such a personal reason.

Elliot places his tools down, letting silence fill the room once more. You don’t lean back and try to meet his eyes, focusing on his hands as he wipes them clean on a cloth. His heartbeat remained steady, but without looking at his face he was harder to read.

“Unlike him, who can devote himself to ambitious, lofty goals,” his laugh is dry, dripping with sardonicism. “Every drop of my blood is yours, from my purpose to my dying breath. I will always, always choose you.”

You finally twist around, propping up your knees in his lap as you turn to face Elliot, steading one hand on his shoulders and the other to cup his cheek. “I want you to choose yourself.”

He leans into your touch as his eyes close, his own hand grasping over yours, his thumb caressing the back of your hand. “How could I ever? If it wasn’t for you, I’d have lost all purpose. With the infection in my veins, I will dedicate all that I am to serve as your weapon.”

He kisses you, preventing any retort. It’s almost unfair, how he can rend your mind blank. 

You hate it most when he says such things. He is so much more than just a tool for destruction. For all your tactics and knowledge, you were still at a loss on changing his mindset. And it’s why it hurts, as he cherishes you akin to worship. The way he kisses you, when it’s not in a hungry frenzied madness, it’s a weight you aren’t even sure you can carry. 

Should one’s love be such an overwhelming weight? 

You find yourself breathless, but at his mercy you let yourself be swayed. But the spell breaks as the dormitory door opens, and someone strides in unannounced. 

You hear Elliot click his tongue in annoyance, and you hear the smug satisfied laughter from…

“Enciodes?”

He’s already dressed down, his coat folded over his arm. It truly hasn’t been that long since you last spoke face-to-face with the handsome Feline, but there’s a relief in seeing him here.

As he gazes at you, his expression shifts to a softer one, and he sighs. “I see that it is not enough to hold me at check, but to so easily disarm me…”

You sputter in confusion. “I’ve done literally nothing since you’ve entered the room though-”

“Which our dear Liberi seems to have so carelessly left unlocked-”

“Oh, do shut up, SIlverAsh.”

“Ah, so nice to hear you missed me too, Passenger.”

They quip and argue. Normally, you let it be as it is never quite so serious. But you find yourself suddenly tensing as Elliot pulls you closer to him, away before Enciodes could even so much as touch you. There’s is a chilling glare from Enciodes, icier than Kjerag in a storm. 

“Do you think you deserve this? To be with him?” Elliot says, voice matching in Enciodes’ glare. 

“And do you think you should speak for him? That you’d have the authority, the gall?” Enciodes smug confidence returns. You find yourself caged between the two.

You find your voice to interject between them, taking one hand each from the two. You direct your words to Elliot first. In so many ways, he has become so dear to you. But all the same, his driving force was laced with desperation…

“I… I think about it sometimes, you know. If we met before you achieved your revenge… Would I have been nothing more than a stepping stone?”

You continue before Elliot speaks up, clearly opposing such a thought. “You threw everything away, infected yourself, all for revenge…” It won’t erase what has happened, but you wished so dearly that he wouldn’t have. You breathe, trying not to cry. “But that was then, this is now. Enciodes is here, right now, isn’t he?”

Elliot does not respond, he grips tighter but shuts his eyes. You wonder if he is deep in thought or avoiding you. 

You can’t see Enciodes’ face, unable to discern between his self-assured warrior bathed in blood persona and the perceptive, melancholic man in the snow. But you hear in when he speaks. “If not for Atlas, I could have undoubtedly gained complete control over Kjerag,” his laugh is warm, delighted and not a drop of bitterness. “But getting outplayed is but a trifle affordance. And I even received a satisfactory match between the two of us.”

“...Should there ever be a day where this repeats,” Your vision is obscured as Elliot pulls you close, engulfed in his hug. No, more like a protective vice around you. “Or if you turn against Atlas again-”

“I’m certain that your lighting will be all too ready, Passenger. Believe me, should it have been anyone but our dear doctor, they would have been crushed underfoot.”

You interject, rather not let them escalate things again. Honestly. How could two of the most capable men you know be so eager to bicker like children…

(fin)