#ღDustBunnyღ

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"an obsession with fire you say?"

you seem to have piqued a phoenix's curiosity. though sometimes about their voice feels... familiar.

they stare down at you perched on top of a rock eyes glistening with intrigue.

((this is my avian variant dust!player for context. they go by the name "crimson"))

Dust stares blankly up at the phoenix, and it's difficult to tell what he's thinking for a moment. A rare smile suddenly crosses his face, and he lets out a low chuckle as his eyelights shine with a dangerously mischievous glint. Something tells Crimson that maybe approaching Dust was a bad idea-- if they're not violent, that is.

He stuffs his hands into his pockets as he briefly hesitated for a second before speaking.

"Well, would you look at that? How interesting. Say... how easy or hard is it for you to control your flames?"

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question. why do you like arson so much?

Dust had his usual poker face (aka void shadow) on, but his feet shuffled ever so slightly as he hid a lit match behind his back.

"I don't know what you're talking about, I'm not guilty of jack shit."

He hesitated briefly before speaking again in a quieter tone.

"...Fire is just really cool though."

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Nicknames

😊 Dust

🤨 Dusty

💀 Powder

😑 Murder

🤨 Dustbunny/Dustbun

😩💅 Dustpan/Dustbin

💀/😩💅 Shortshit

😊 Schiz (Pronounced 'Skits')

💀 Batman

💀/😩💅 Riding Hood

🤨 Snans

😑 Murder Buddy

😊 Admin

(Probably gonna add more to this when I think of more-)

(Key below cut)

😎 = Heck yeah!

😊 = Sure!

😑 = Okay.

🤨 = ...If you must.

😩💅 = Joking? Sure-

💀 = No.

Purple = Dust

White/Black = Admin

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pleasure doing business with you~ (gives dust a headpat with a satisfied smile) yeah...that was worth it.

*dust narrowed his eyes as if to say 'hurry up'

jeez...you sure are impatient. (hands over the promised gasoline)

...thank you for that. it made my day.

"Hmph."

Dust does not care in the slightest, and he just picks up the gasoline and walks away. You get a feeling that you were just lucky that he didn't just bite you anyways out of spite.

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do you actually bite???

"You wanna fuck around and find out?"

(No he won't, not if he doesn't want to lose hoodie privileges. Then again, he might find it worth it.)

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"Greetings, Fuckfaces--"

Dust, do not call other people 'fuckfaces'.

"But it's more fun that way..."

It's rude!

". . ."

Yeah, I know you don't care, but still.

...Aaanyways, hello hello, welcome! I am your host... what is my name again? Eh, just call me Admin. I'm pretty much the one watching over Dust here, but I won't be butting in too often. (Also for the sake of my sanity, I put a mind stabilizer on Dust so that he doesn't constantly hallucinate Papyrus. Totally didn't just completely forget Phantom, nope-)

"Why the fuck am I here?"

You're the star of this blog, idiot! Anyways, this is my rendition of Dust Sans, and he is now available to talk to and rp with!

"Wait wait wait, no, I didn't agree to this--"

Remember that you can always send asks or @ this account to get our attention!

"NO, I DON'T WANNA--"

Considering that I suck at drawing, there probably won't be any og art on here-- at least, not yet. I'm slowly getting better! Dust's design is basically the same as any other Dust anyways lmao-

"ADMIN I SWEAR TO TOBY FOX--"

Cya'll around! 🤍

"NO-!"

(More stuff below cut.)

Headcanons!

Nicknames!

(Might write a few oneshots on this blog, not sure yet.)

@comiverse

@random-cross-sans-rp-blog

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I bring gifts

chocolate.png and a lighter that I customized for you! :D I figured while matches may work, You can go through them much faster than you would a lighter- and uh- apologies for the bad quality of the lighter- I could not find my paintbrush for the life of me. ┬┬﹏┬┬

Anyway thats all- please enjoy! :3

Dust stared suspiciously at the gifts, unsure if it was a trick or not. After a few moments, he accepted them both and pocketed the gift, deciding to keep the lighter and give the chocolate to Cross. (@random-cross-sans-rp-blog)

"...Thanks."

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Oki doki

*gently hands a decorative matchbox and gasoline*

Dust took the matchbox and gasoline from you, hesitated again for a moment, then wrapped his arms around you in a very quick hug. It only lasted like two seconds, but it was better than nothing.

". . ."

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Dust- do you take hugs? You're my favorite sans and I wanna give you one :3

Dust glared suspiciously at you, although he did hesitate for a moment before responding.

"...Only in exchange for gasoline or matchstick packs. Also it's totally not my fault if you get bit in the process."

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(narrowing my eyes at him) i'll trade 5 gallons of gasoline for a guaranteed injuries-free headpat.

Dust hesitates for a moment, still glaring back at you but seemingly considering the offer. Then he sighed, relaxing a teeny bit as he responded.

"...Fine, but you better hold up your end of the deal, got it?"

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i don't know. the headpat might be worth it. but I do like my hand the way it is. hmmmmm. decisions, decisions..... wait. how tall are you again?

Dust is glaring murderously up at you, as if daring you to touch him. Note, you may very well lose quite a few of your fingers if you chose to go through with the headpat.

". . ."

(He's like 3'5 by the way, aka REAL FUCKING SHORT-)

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why is diat grumpy all the time :<

"Oh gee, I don't know, maybe because I didn't fuCKING AGREE TO THIS IN THE FIRST PLACE-?!"

...He's still salty about that.

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better question:

why are you at the perfect height for headpats hmmm

*He glares at you, although his intense glare isn't visible due to the void shadow that covers his face. He's still glaring though.*

"Touch me and you die. Very slowly. Finger by finger, limb by limb."

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dusty why are you so pequeno

*Audible eyesocket twitching*

"*Sigh* Reasons. I'm not required to tell you."

(Note: He does not like talking about his height.)

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Dust shrugged, his smile still adorning his face. He seems pretty relaxed too, but it would be foolish to assume that his guard was actually down.

"Yeah, but where's the fun in burning everything down at once? Drag it out. Make people scared. It's better when the arson comes in smaller, targeted, unpredictable pockets. And besides, the negativity is good for my boss."

"an obsession with fire you say?"

you seem to have piqued a phoenix's curiosity. though sometimes about their voice feels... familiar.

they stare down at you perched on top of a rock eyes glistening with intrigue.

((this is my avian variant dust!player for context. they go by the name "crimson"))

Dust stares blankly up at the phoenix, and it's difficult to tell what he's thinking for a moment. A rare smile suddenly crosses his face, and he lets out a low chuckle as his eyelights shine with a dangerously mischievous glint. Something tells Crimson that maybe approaching Dust was a bad idea-- if they're not violent, that is.

He stuffs his hands into his pockets as he briefly hesitated for a second before speaking.

"Well, would you look at that? How interesting. Say... how easy or hard is it for you to control your flames?"

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Dust smirked as he folded his hands behind his back. He almost would've looked intimidating if he wasn't so ridiculously short.

"Ah, that is... classified information. What, are you afraid of coordinated terrorization?"

"an obsession with fire you say?"

you seem to have piqued a phoenix's curiosity. though sometimes about their voice feels... familiar.

they stare down at you perched on top of a rock eyes glistening with intrigue.

((this is my avian variant dust!player for context. they go by the name "crimson"))

Dust stares blankly up at the phoenix, and it's difficult to tell what he's thinking for a moment. A rare smile suddenly crosses his face, and he lets out a low chuckle as his eyelights shine with a dangerously mischievous glint. Something tells Crimson that maybe approaching Dust was a bad idea-- if they're not violent, that is.

He stuffs his hands into his pockets as he briefly hesitated for a second before speaking.

"Well, would you look at that? How interesting. Say... how easy or hard is it for you to control your flames?"