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The village idiot.

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I decided to try digital art again, I like how it turned out :] mainly just messed around with the water colour brush to give the colours texture and apply his make-up lol

I also might rework some of my old fanfics from like... ages ago, idk lol

I have made far too much HMS art lol

Anyways

I made this ages ago, it's a certain incident made with cut up card 👀

First digital art and he looks like someone just cooked Darrell 💀

TW: GUN

Mind's next in my doodle collection

Mind is here

Mind is now in my doodle collection.

First two

I was going to post art but wrote a story instead 😭😭

❗️TW: JUNO INCIDENT

Heart took his place at the kitchen table, it had been set for three. Mind sat across from him, with Soul to his right.

Dinner had been cooked by Soul personally, some pasta with sauce. The colourful pointed hat on Mind's head crowned him the birthday boy, making it obvious who the meal was catered to.

Heart narrowed his eyes. Just the sight of his opposite half being happy irked him. After all Mind did to him, after all he didn't do for him. For Soul, for Whole, for himself...

In Heart's opinion, he was the worst thing to ever happen to this- this place they found themselves in. Yet Soul still sat around, and made him sit around, to celebrate him. This unfeeling monster.

He couldn't stand it anymore. He was tired of listening to Mind and Soul talk when they should be doing... something. Anything but this! They should be Whole! Not this! He was sick of pretending this was normal.

"Can we hurry this up?" Heart butted in mid conversation. Mind would've liked to just skip over it, act like Heart hadn't spoken, but Soul acknowledged Heart's words. "'Just a little conversation." He said soothingly. Mind watched as Soul ate his dinner, not resuming the the conversation they'd been mid way through.

"Thanks a lot, Heart." Mind said a bit bitterly, casting his gaze to Heart. "Way to ruin the mood." He felt like he was just saying the silent part out loud. It was just one day out 365, could he really not even give him that?

"I just want to go to bed." Heart didn't really, he just wanted to back out of this brewing argument. Regret flourished in the pit of his chest, maybe his previous comment and thinking had been rash-

"Then go to bed, if it stops you from being so irritable. We're certainly not stopping you."

"Mind." Soul extended a hand to rest on Mind's shoulder, to hopefully calm things down, but as usual the clash carried on.

"Look, I'm sorry for what I said, I'm just tired." Heart muttered, resting his forehead on his hand. His voice was quiet but firm.

"Oh, quit the bullshit. You're aren't really tired, are you? Just-... Just bitter, I suppose. Jealous, even." Mind accused. "God forbid I have one day for me-!"

Heart's patience wore thin, "But it never is just one day, is it? Every day is always the same with you! Me, me, me, me, me! 'We should do it my way, it's better this way, you're doing it wrong, you're why we split!'" He punctuated his sentence with a slam of his hand, rattling the dishes.

Soul watched on, sick to the back teeth already. Sick and tired. Exhausted. He could agree on Heart with one thing, every day was always the same, albeit with both of them. Fighting day in, day out. He'd hoped that today they'd at least keep it civil, but apparently even that was too much to hope for.

"Typical. Just typical. Always the helpless victim, aren't you?" Mind spat back, "Well fine! If that's how you see things, then fine. I am right. There, is that what you wanted to hear? Will that be the smoking gun to your argument? I AM right! I'm right about you doing everything wrong! I'm right about things being better my way! I'm right about you being the reason we're even here in the first place!"

There was a tense silence after Mind's tirade. Soul had long since mentally checked out from this argument, they all blended together after the 100th. Heart was silently seething, though.

Tears of anger gathered at the rims of his purple eyes. He rose from his seat abruptly. He pointed his right finger at Mind, his other hand braced against the table.

"I hate you!" He yelled.

"I hate you so, so much!" Electricity seemed to come to a stand still.

"I hate everything about you!" The space around his hand flickered and warped. Soul's eyes narrowed at the energy gathering. It was... familiar.

"I hate what you've done to Soul!" The distortion grew more shapely. A gun tearing itself into existence, into Heart's hand.

"I hate what you've done to Whole!" The gun was taking on colour now, sleek and purple, more purple than seemed possible.

"I hate what you've done to me!" The hammer drew back with a click, without Heart laying his thumb on it.

"I wish you never existed, Mind! I wish you'd die!" There was click, then a crack in the air. Mind's neck spurted more blood than Soul thought possible. The bullet had done more damage than Soul thought possible either, for something so tiny. It carried a concentrated hit of all Heart's sorrow, despair, and hate.

A deep blue spurted all over the table, dripping down the front of Mind's shirt. He garbled and wobbled on his seat the hit the floor with a resounding thud.

Soul was horrified, he felt his heart pound and mind race. He didn't know what to do, he could hardly believe this was real. Maybe he'd fallen asleep, maybe he'd catch hold of reality and bring himself back to present. But this was present.

"Oh my God- What is wrong with you!?" Soul screamed as soon as he found the words. With fumbling hands he got to floor beside Mind and tried to contain the bleeding. He'd worked so many crazy things before, was one more miracle too much to ask for?

Heart stood stiffly, watching Soul try fix the mess he'd caused. He felt sick to his stomach. He'd done that. He'd killed Mind. Heart tossed the gun away like it burned, he couldn't bear the weight of it in his hands any longer. He backed away from the table with wide eyes.

All he could see was the pain in Mind's dimming gaze. All he could hear was the gargling from Mind's wound.

The tears that had gathered in his eyes fell fast and hard, fat droplets rolling down his cheeks as he cried. "I didn't-"

Soul was too busy to listen to Heart's defence. His gloves grew thick and wet with blood within seconds of clasping at Mind's neck. More troubling still, the bleeding was ebbing. He hoped that it was a sign of success, and not what he thought it was...

———

Heart turned over in the deep, moist, earthy grave he found himself in. He couldn't tell if this was mercy or purgatory. Having to live with his actions.

It'd been just over three months now, he guessed. The guilt only worsened with time, growing heavier and heavier on his chest. Some nights it felt like he could hardly breath, sobbing until his retched.

In the beginning of it, Soul had brought him food twice a day, breakfast and dinner, but those meals were becoming scarce. He'd taken to eating the mushrooms that grew just within his reach. They were tough and chewy, bitter tasting, but provided more relief than one. Satisfying his appetite and temporarily freeing him from the Hell that was reality.

Heart's feathered ears perked up at the sound of approaching footsteps, one of Soul's rare visits.

He watched the shadow creep over the pit and already he could tell something was wrong. It had no horns. Then the face came into view.

It made Heart's whole world turn on his head, Mind.

It was enough to make Heart think he really was losing it. Maybe he'd taken a mushroom and didn't remember, maybe he was asleep. But no. Mind really was standing there. Living, breathing, and speaking.

Heart's conscience warred between joy and disappointment. He felt awful there was ever even a conflict in his mind to begin with. He should be overjoyed, really. But it made him feel as though he'd been down there for nothing. Forced him to confront what he'd done. He could see it right in Mind's neck, an odd implant or chocker letting him talk.

"I-" Heart felt choked up, tears swelling in his eyes, "I'm sorry, Mind. I'm so sorry..." He blubbered, staring up at his opposite.

Mind looked as disinterested as he could, but he'd come seeking... something. Closure? Revenge? An answer? He couldn't quite think of the words he'd revised on his walk to the grave. How could you, Heart? How could you do that? The words just felt lame, looking Heart in the eyes now.

"Why?" The word tumbled out of his mouth, finally.

Heart didn't know what to tell him aside from sorry.

Oh my God! The rise of the DIGITAL AGE, is here!

TW GUN:

What a marvel, truly.

Drawings aren't too good but I've had A Campaign of Shock and Awe in my head for AGES now, so I put pencil to paper

Song 23 out of 25,

I Am Not a Robot,

Post-Bidding.

Take your guess at what show the quote is from

I also tried shading for the first time, but makes no sense where the shadows are though lmao