#《 muse // san 》

[lemm-moxx]

Yes killer i believe you do.

[mikanlardyclinic]

"ahh... Huuff... P..please s..super size it.."

She wanted to order a salad but.. Now she doesn't want them cancelling her order that would mean they would need to dump it just because of her.. She'll just have to finish their entire supply of lard butter and oil before asking for a salad then.... M..maybe a few burgers.. And fries..

Thump thump thump!!..

"m...m..milkshake.. Wheeeezee P...please.. Ahh.. G...ghuff.. E..extra large... I

Heart beating out of her chest.. She lifted up her shirt lardy stretchmark filled breasts barely contained by a black bra.. Grasping her heart tightly she whimpered for her milkshake she needed to cool off.. Everywhere was so hot..

[megaloserrr]

silly lust doodle i forgot to post when i made it

[orisretr0]

Initially made this for a dtiyos but due to my shit memory I completely forgot who it was for

anyways I had fun with my muse :]

[old-desert]

Inktobertale 2024 Day 10: Tides

Emotions, they're like waves.

[musingartblog]

come be lonely with me

[mylackofgrammaristerrifying]

Oh my is this short king hard to draw.

@artpepkin

[wewerebornsextuplets]

can't take my eyes off you

[referenced from this pic of yukika]

[leafwateraddict]

Cleaned up some old Muse!sans sketches. And gave him a small but of lore.

I missed him :] also pretty sure I gave him wings because I was thinking of an angel statue at the time

[orbital-inclination]

if molt and rem met dream and nightmare, how'd you think itd go?

Largely depends on who met who first. either way tho, capital D Drama.

[what-have-i-unleashed]

stealth lesson

just a little play of hide-and-seek with our favorite soldier boy cross.

unbeta-ed and unedited as always.

(cw: exhibitionism (kinda?), some hunter/prey going on)

"hide-and-seek?" cross asks, incredulous, to which killer gives a nod.

"you're decent at fighting. but stealth-wise? terrible. we need to work on that."

cross raises his eyebrow ridge and looks at the two skeletons behind his 'handler'. they're all standing in the training ground near the forest. it's the first time cross sees them up this close, and they're just as intimidating as seen from afar. horror and dust, cross remembers from the brief introduction nightmare gave him the other week.

killer notices where cross is looking at, and not very helpfully adds, "they're here as... additional support."

"for what?" cross questions, squinting his eyes and folding his arms across his chest. he doesn't want to admit feeling a bit apprehensive by the situation.

"not for you, that's for sure," horror chimes in, giving cross a dreadful smile with a small tilt of his head. cross scowls at him in return.

"no need to scare the newbie, egghead," killer says, though he sends horror a light smirk, clearly finding the antic amusing. turning to cross, he continues, "let's say, we're going to be seekers and you're the one hiding. no shortcut allowed. more challenge for you, isn't it, soldier boy?"

"no fun if there's no prize though," dust, being quiet the whole time, finally speaks up, as the other three turns to him.

"you're right," killer hums. "maybe we should add something as... incentive."

"how about," dust steps past killer to stand face-face-face with cross, tilting his head up at the monochrome skeleton and sporting a grin, "every time we find you, you lose one piece of clothing? how does that sound?"

"what?!" cross blusters, his face flushing purple. killer and horror exchange an indescribable look behind dust's back. cross tries to regain his composure as he speaks to the skeleton in front of him, "are you- what- why did you say that?!"

"scared, crossy?" killer whistles at him jeeringly.

"how about we play for two hours only?" horror muses, his eye locked onto cross.

"five-minute head start for you too," dust adds. "it's just a little bit of fun."

cross looks from one skeleton monster to another, his face heating up at the unwavering attention he's getting. he knows what he's going to say before he opens his mouth to answer.

it's been an hour and cross is getting more and more desperate as he waddles through the forest to find a place to hide. he didn't expect either killer or horror to be such skilled trackers. which should make sense honestly - they're nightmare's hounds after all. horror has found him most of the times, and gleefully watched as cross was ordered to take off his clothes piece by piece. thank the stars cross' usual uniform has many layers, or else he would have been butt-naked way too soon in the game.

but at least, cross can admit that this game is teaching him something. footprints are the most obvious way to be tracked down. any disturbance is the trail or dirt would lead his pursuers to him. he needs to be as quiet as possible while traversing the areas, else they would hear him moving around and clock exactly where he is.

however, learning facts is easier than coming up with solutions and applying them. it's not long before killer catches up to him, a taunting smile on his face as he leisurely watches cross take off his belt.

"aww, i kinda want to see more there," killer whines in the most fake annoying voice ever. his smile is unchanging as he rests his chin on his fist.

"oh shut up already," cross shoots back, unable to stop his embarrassed blush appearing on his face.

"heh, how many times have you been caught already? you're down to your sweater and shorts there."

"urghh," cross groans. "you and horror are so insistent it's starting to get annoying."

"dust hasn't caught you yet?"

"not once."

"... hmm you know, crossy," killer says after a while. "if you want to call it quits here, then no problem."

cross gives killer a strange look. "i'm not a quitter."

killer shakes his head, seeming amused. "your loss, soldier. better start going before anyone else catches up."

and catch up someone does. not even ten minutes later, horror captures cross again. and this time cross furiously takes off his sweater as horror taps his fingers on his forearm.

"you should probably give up. what? you only have your shorts left."

"i'm not quitting."

it is quiet. too quiet. it's been half an hour since he sees any of the others. it doesn't usually take them this long to find him. so either they are dawdling around somewhere, or they are taking pity on him.

... as if.

maybe this time his hiding attempts are finally paying off. practice makes perfect and all that. cross feels a giddy feeling in his soul, threatening to buzz over his body. finally.

but he can't celebrate just yet. carefully shifting his position on the tree branch so as not to rustle the leaves too much, he tries to look down around him to see if there's any sign of the murderous trio. nothing as of yet.

oh, maybe he'll actually win this infernal game, and then they wi-

ping!

cross doesn't realize his soul has been turned blue until it's too late. he's thrown off the tree and into the dirt below. lifting his head, he sees dust casually jumping off from somewhere above and walking towards him.

"how long have you been here?" cross bemoans.

"doesn't matter," dust shrugs his shoulders, his eyes intensely locked onto cross. "you lost."

"... do i really have to take my shorts off?"

"that's the rules. though," dust stops at cross' feet and crouches down, his face near cross' heated one, "i accept other punishments."

cross breathes out, hesitantly, "... like what?"

dust doesn't say anything. he takes one of his gloves off with his own teeth, eyes looking at cross the entire time. cross watches, dazed, as dust glides his ungloved hand up from the soldier's chin to his cheeks. his thumb traces small circles around the corner of cross' mouth, silently asking for cross to open his mouth. cross obliges, and dust leans in, fingers exploring the rows of teeth under him. his thumb stops at one of cross' fangs and stays there. cross looks up at dust inquisitively. but dust again doesn't say anything, only staring down at him from above, his hood obscuring his face.

finally, dust breaks into a wide grin, "cute."

what. cross blinks. and before he can question any further, dust's hand leaves his mouth with a trail of saliva. dust wipes it on cross' shorts before standing up and dusting himself.

"... that's it?" cross asks, surprised by how breathless and timid he sounds.

dust puts his hands in his jacket pocket. "you want more?"

cross startles. "no! no, i mean- you're sure you-"

"yeah, that's enough for me," dust cuts him off. "you reactions are amusing enough. see you later, lover boy."

with that, he shortcuts away, leaving cross flustered in the empty field.

"you know, you're kinda mean to the newbie, dusty."

"... i don't know what you're talking about."

"really? stalking him from up above since the beginning and sending us his locations is not mean behavior?"

"nothing in the rules says i can't do that."

"like i said, meaaaan."

[mikanlardyclinic]

She just sat down for breakfast..

[justsomekpopstuff]

ateez as muppets based on nothing but vibes

A/N: this is for fun. Don't be a jerk.

current masterlist | fic recs

Seonghwa: Kermit the Frog

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Yeosang: Beaker

San: Pepe the King Prawn

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Mingi: Sweetums

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Wooyoung: Animal

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[neos-nero]

⚠️bright colours⚠️

Some stuff I’ve done recently!

[littlequeenies]

1972 - Sisters Sabel Starr and Coral Shields backstage at Led Zeppelin concert in San Diego.

Thanks to N for the shout-out!

[howlsofbloodhounds]

killers and his views on death are pretty curious