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#but i don’t want to 😈
michuyox · 1 year
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Double date
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another version without the lighting i guess
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aruban-spaceshuttle · 11 months
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I was originally kinda sad about not inviting and completely dismissing Cove while playing the Soirée moment again but DAMN was it worth it just to meet Baxter at the beginning of step 3 again and watch him go “…wait a goddamn minute 👉”
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osirisiii-bc · 10 months
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I am the son, lascivious.
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I’ll be honest, I may have felt something while creating this.
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jackshiccup · 6 months
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Hijack yurification beam???? Omg?? Is that what I think it is?????
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🤞🏽😇!
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iwozlegit · 7 days
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|| 🍍• Could you imagine being all geared up to watch, laugh, and love on-screen Huskerdust only to get fucking La La Land-ed with a fucking unexpected plot twist that they’re seemingly made for each other but something changes and we then see them meeting each other years later?
Concept/image/mini-fic in more detail below ⬇️
Angel Dust is free of Val and visiting a bar which just so happens to have a certain cat, still chained to his master, tickling the ivories to a small bar crowd.
The sweet sombre melody of Loser, Baby floats around the bar, an unusual air in a Hell nightclub.
Angel, in his own little world, settles by the bar and orders his drink. A classic Sex on the Beach. A usual of his. Though, upon tasting it, it’s not massively to his tastes, and he opts to twirl it before his eyes wondering how and why they haven’t tasted like the dreamy ones of his memories.
Trapped in the midst of his recollections, Angel begins swaying along to the bar’s live music, feeling a welcoming warmth wash over him after a long day.
And slowly, very slowly, Angel begins to awaken to the warmth of the melody - it’s familiar. It’s personal. The feeling reminds him of coming home. And all at once, the cogs finally find their rhythm, and the reflections illuminated on his glass cast a vista he never thought he’d see again.
There he is. After all this time. After everything. There. He. Is. Tickling the ivories in a dingy dive bar to the notes of their song, and serenading sinners to the ode of them. Of everything they were. Of everything they almost became.
Eventually, Angel brings himself to turn around and behold the cat for himself; lower hands coming together to fidget as they always did as his upper hands endeavour to steady themself around the stem of the forgotten drink.
He should leave, he thinks. He hates how that is his first thought upon seeing Husk after so long. Pay up quietly, discreetly, and walking straight back up the stairs to the street. He knows in that moment at least that he’s changed from who he once was upon arrival to Hell, and, later to the hotel. He doesn’t have to pretend about anything, he tells himself. He’s not about the pretending lifestyle anymore, right?
Half settled on his decision, he downs the sugary beverage as he stands - striving to convince himself the building burn in his throat is just the drink and nothing more - and places the cash plus change to a little too harshly onto the bar.
The coinage rattles, spilling in all directions, and Angel fumbles and curses to catch the bits that clatter to the floor.
It takes him far longer to pick up that which has been spilled. He hates that. He hates how the music stills prematurely to a stop, and he hates how his eyes begin to burn in sync to the discomfort of his throat. He hates how he feels the bar looking even though they likely aren’t, and he hates how of all the eyes he’s convinced are staring, there’s only one that overpowers them all.
Swallowing around the unease, Angel stands, placing the change onto the bar with a silent “sorry,” and moves slowly towards the exit.
The eyes follow him. Their warmth blessedly familiar. A small part of Angel wishes they hadn’t. A much larger part relaxes against their power, mesmerising and strong, but not forceful. They never had been. Not so long ago, yet long enough potentially forget, those eyes had skilfully unravelled him with a care that help ignite a sense of urgency within him to change. The final straw on the camel’s back some would say. The catalyst.
His catalyst.
Angel stifled a sob as he paused at the stair’s handrail, or was it a laugh? He told himself it was a laugh and smiled around the spikiness of the unusual happy sadness.
After all this time. After everything. Angel was happy to say goodbye again. Because it wasn’t really a goodbye. It was also a hello.
And reassured, he turns, and he smiles, hoping it’s convincing even though he knows his cheeks are damp.
So many words.
So many memories.
So many what-could-have-been scenarios swirling amongst the thick air.
Husk merely blinks at him, finally acknowledged. And then, like heaven in hell, Husk smiles. His ‘Angel’ smile. That soft, gentle lidded sort of smile that enlarged the heart details above his brows and etched the motions of his crusty old heart for all to see. Ever the respectful Husker, man of honour and integrity that warmed Angel in ways no hands or bodies ever could, and likely never would.
How lucky he’d been. How happy he’d been.
They hold the look for longer than they should have, this they both know…
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…And then Angel Dust leaves, smiling as their song picks up again to serenade wayward sinner couples, who were none the wiser that two passing ships reunited for one last time…
How beautiful life could be…even in death.
(Should I like actually write this in more detail and post it? Would anyone even read something like this??)
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poltergeist-coffee · 7 months
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hi its me again vampire braces pac and mike maybe a little bit of richas with his dads.... as a treat
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apotelesmaa · 1 year
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I love the different opinions on Otto Mentalis “he is evil, but we’ll have to wait for a dlc/another game to see that” vs “he was the only one of the psychic 7, founders of going into the brain for therapy, smart enough to actually go to therapy” vs “Otto is just such a sigma male on that grindset that he avoided trauma entirely”
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roguelov · 7 months
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since you're in horny prison, at least you should get conjugal visits from your favorite blorbos?
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I WISH
God they are all sing kumbaya and celebrating the fact that my horny ass is locked up and can’t bother them right now
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assiraphales · 7 months
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that gold Roger post is really funny from a later in the series view
…….they’re not related r they
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rogue205 · 1 year
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Ooooh gosh. Eddie looks like he’s hurting a LOT here! The way he’s doubled over like that suggests broken ribs too. 🤔
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rolling-harbinger · 1 year
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Bad but MAD boy. (Also slightly unhinged boy)
Y’know Hunter actually looks kinda’ve intimidating when you think about it. Of course the shows own art style doesn’t portray that well, but just put his character design into context. He has a bunch of scars all over his face and body, has a chipped ear, is very fit and muscular from training his whole life, is fairly tall, has a thousand yard stare, looks like he hasn’t slept in years, has a sharp jawline and thick black arched eyebrows, has very sharp narrow eyes, looks like he’s seen a lot of violence and death his whole life, and just overall he doesn’t look like the most approachable guy.
But in reality he’s just a big ol goof ball.
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akkivee · 1 year
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i feel very seen as someone who draws buff kuukou lmao
#this is vee speaking#the arb chronicles#i also feel very insane looking at this but that’s just the usual vee perogative at play lol#kuukou seems to get put into loose fit clothing but one day the official artists will wake up and draw the snatched waist i know he has LOL#it’s actually funny i’ve been wanting to compare waistlines between bat because it genuinely looks like kuukou’s bigger than hitoya lmao#whereas what i visualise while drawing them is that hitoya is bigger on principle of being both a bigger man and a stocky body type#and kuukou has an hourglass figure lmao#jyushi’s upside down triangle to me lol and once his body starts developing muscle it’ll be more apparent and less twig lol#but anyway lol the chuuoku women have rightfully claimed my brain but i really like the event!!!!!!!! kuukou’s outfit notwithstanding lol#like kuukou invited himself to stay at the dohifu abode for a month lmao!!!!!! hifumi taught kuukou how to pose and walk the catwalk!!!!!!!#in an odd tabled the turns hifumi was the one apologising for someone else’s behaviour lmao!!!!!!!#i finally got the saburo kuukou interaction of my dreams!!!!! saburo the prickly kid and kuukou the one who ignores that shit lol!!!!#the way kuukou could tell saburo has performance anxiety issues and talked him thru it#while also addressing saburo hiding himself behind ichiro’s name and telling him to be proud of who saburo is I AM— I CANNOT— HELP ME—#saburo: i literally don’t want to hear something like that from you!!!!!! 🤢#kuukou: lol a prickly bastard til the end huh? well i don’t hate that kinda stubbornness 😈#saburo is now bad ass temple’s baby brother i’m sorry i don’t make the rules#AND LOL after some terrorists crashed the show and ran off before anyone could fight anybody since they got scared seeing bat bb mtr#kuukou invited everyone to a meal at a temple on hitoya’s dime LMAO#hitoya: WHAT??? jakurai: thank you for treating us hitoya 🤗 hitoya: NO YOURE HELPING ME PAY 💢#c: kuukou👑
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ironunderstands · 10 hours
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Ykw being banned on TikTok ain’t so bad actually because now instead of actively contributing I can haunt the community like an unwelcome ghost with vaguely referenced theories of mine from this website
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couthbbg · 3 months
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if there’s one thing about me, I will be writing fics so, so much longer than they need to be
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james-p-sullivan · 1 month
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if you don’t like what i write then what i write isn’t for you
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