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Me and my wife arguing while living about 15 kms from each other like:

Sureeeeeeeee (I have never in my life had poutine but it looks good)

Y'know what fuck thar I'm bringing more veggies

WE'RE HAVING BEANS AND PEAS AND RADISHES Y'ALL

yall if i ever become super popular for whatever reason, slap me

i shiver at the thought of being suddenly responsible for thousands of people-

we can all just be a little town where im the president and you are all my horror-stricken citizens :)

Tbh I think fandom generally needs to get better at sitting with the uncomfortable fact that a story/fanwork/meme/whatever can hurt one person and help another

Hell yea >:]

May I be the farmer of the village, ma'am?

yall if i ever become super popular for whatever reason, slap me

i shiver at the thought of being suddenly responsible for thousands of people-

we can all just be a little town where im the president and you are all my horror-stricken citizens :)

"...And the abyss stares back..."

So that creativity that only visits me every once in a whil hit me with the will to paint... which is honestly crazy, but I had the time so uh.... yea?

also this guy is LVB!Killer (aka an oc of mine I have not talked about and judging by the way things are rn I won't be for a long while), and in the bg that's his soul.

I've also made other versions bc I couldn't decide which one I liked the most:

yeaaa... don't expect to hear anything from me for the following two months

Something, something... Angst art :>

I played a bit with the filters on the second one

Also Wraith I will write my part as soon as my pretty little head will be so kind and remember what I wanted to write yesterday

Also I know I didn't quote Nightmare perfectly but I drew this at like 10 pm yesterday and I remembered it wrong pretend that's what he said-

Wrote something based on the idea Cray and I thought of:

Desperation wasn't new to Killer. It was what drove him into madness in the first place, filled his soul with so much Hate that he scarecely recognized himself as a Monster. Sometimes, he'd find himself lost in the hallways of the castle while his soul melted like those DT-riddled amalgams.

And he knew Nightmare wasn't far behind, hands and claws grasping at his shoulders and throat, whispering all of his sins like a Judge. It wasn't rare to see Killer hunched against a wall and sob so hard he choked on his own breath.

He'd remember Cross try making his way to him - or was that Horror? - and say something muddled but stop. Maybe they realized he was a lost cause and gave up trying. Or Nightmare simply selt them away. He can't quite tell with how his sockets flood with liquid Hate.

Sometimes, he seeks Nightmare out before an episode, when he can feel it in the back of his mind and thrumming in his soul. Staggering into Nightmare's office and collapsing at his feet as his legs gave out.

If there was one thing he did remember, it was the way Nightmare smiled at him. Like someone sick with pleasure at seeing another in pain. It was a mean smile, one he'd made all the time before the episodes came more frequently. It was a wonder Nightmare still sent him on missions. Maybe he liked watching Killer try to take lives before seizing up.

"Killer."

His head tilts up from his spot on the dark carpet, knees rubbed raw from kneeling.

"Who allowed your thoughts to wander. Pay attention."

With that, punishment came swift and agonizing - a tentacle had shot itself right through his ribs and forced his body to tilt back as he was pinned in place.

"AAAAGH!!! Uhhhnn...! Hah... hah.....hah... sorry...." He grunts out, pain shocking through his bones with every faux breath.

Every moan of pain was met with a slow twist of the tendril, never once giving Killer a moment of reprieve.

"Mm. You came to my office to hurt. Don't waste my generosity."

Killer slowly grins, he cant help it. Yeah... He deserved this. He needed it. Someone to keep hurting him. Because after all that fucked up stuff he did, maybe it was about time he paid for it.

Another tentacle shot through him, and his head was thrown back as he screamed. He screamed and eailed until his throat was hoarse and no sound could escape. Nightmare's laughter quickly filled the silence instead, his twisted glee replacing his bloodcurdling screeching.

Any would have thought this was torture beyond measure, a fate anyone would do anything to avoid meeting again.

But they knew. They both knew.

He would come back for more.

A little something I just made

Yes that under Killer's hands are a mouse and a kinda unusable keyboard and I know that I switched up which goes under which hand. It's 2 am on my side. Forgive me.

Also my headcanon is that Killer's actual smile is pretty cute, but he didn't like that, since he tried to scare people. And when Cross sees it, his mind just shuts down, and he falls back

if this post gets 10k by my graduation, I will do a five second dance of yall choosing when I get up there

Nobody talks about this

They're gay your honor.