#diluted

[fyanimaldiversity]

An African wild dog (Lycaon pictus) with diluted markings[x]

[know-i-loathe-you]

[ he wasn't sure how long it had taken him, but somehow- like by a fucking miracle, Gerard had managed to make it to the only place he knew to go. He'd let his body move itself. Like the undead, staggering, dragging, and swaying through the winding city while those he passed gasped and turned and quickly scampered the other way. Not a one had stopped to help him. How could they? He was already a corpse. By some point the blood had mercifully stopped dribbling onto the pavement behind him, ceasing its breadcrumb trail to his whereabouts ]

[ he fell forwards onto the stoop just in front of the bunker, wheezing softly with fragile lungs. He was deathly pale, covered in a layer of ice cold sweat. He couldn't feel the hand that lifted to rap against the thick metal door ]

Frankie... Frankie.....

[ he wouldn't blame Lin if he didn't open the door. The last time they'd spoken was less of a conversation and more of an eruption. The last time he'd seen Lin's face, it was contorted with rage reserved solely for him. He'd kill to see it one last time, at the very least. But if not, so be it. So be it. ]

[ @m4dm4n-4nd-polluted ]

[There were no miracles in their world, the both of them knew that well. There was only connection, and perhaps something supernatural, but no will of God.]

[It was his own will that awoke him, his own will that sent a chill down his spine, his own will that heard the tap, tap, tapping on his door, no louder than a pin drop.]

Gee?

[He'd spoken before the door was even open, some sense of hopefulness in his chest, but that feeling quickly dropped into his stomach as he laid eyes upon the mass of flesh before him.]

[If he were still himself, he'd have shouted out in fear-- perhaps with a sharp oh, oh my god and a hapless stutter-- but he was not; still, he acted quickly, both instinct and reason agreeing that Gerard needed his help. All of him wanted him to be okay.]

Jesus, let's get y o u i n s i d e . . .

[ . . . ]

[The words faded away, fizzling like static on an old television. With Gerard's loss of consciousness came a fine grey mist, one which blended seamlessly with the buzzing of halogen lights above him, ones that would have reminded him far too much of home.]

[Thankfully, his consciousness was somewhat restored, at some point. The first thing he would have noticed was the presence of a blanket over his body, as well as the bed he was in; the second would be Lin, seated at the end of the cot with his hands folded, and chin on top of his knuckles; the third might be the thick leather straps held snugly on his wrists. Lin hadn't yet noticed the other's consciousness.]

[tothem0rgue]

my love & my hate for you are infinite.

Lyric art for diluted by Death Spells made by me on Canva. Font is Moderne Fraktur.

[orofeaiel]

My favorite neighborhood cat, Marshmallow

[lobot0mmy]

No more childish dreams, no more adolescent desires, no more breath of fresh air. Leave me to my work. I am not like all the others. My love and my hate for you are infinite. My love and my hate for you are infinite (I'm screaming crying dying)

[morphona]

Willow

[chaoticbutterflyrebel]

While u may think they spout bullshite! about “drinking one glass of water between each alcoholic beverage” because “won’t I feel less sloshed by the night’s end?” never ye fear ye shall feel fuckin wheelie binned, positively false nailed, toatally body yogurted, firmly wardrobed, certainly pillowcased, conclusively Poiroted, plain Garfielded, assuredly tea lighted, simply plastic bagged, emphatically bedside tabled, utterly Eeyored, indubitably oscillating fanned

[subterraneanwatcher]