#GenoDust

[vanglaggle]

collab with my buddy @m1lkt00th dusty scarf nation is rising 🐺

i drew dust and they drew geno and the background :3 (i did the text ig)

had a lot of fun with this one!!!

credits and alts under the cut ↓↓

og image :3

dust belongs to ask-dusttale

geno belongs to loverofpiggies

[faux-mance]

meeting the family

geno sans & aftertale by crayonqueen / loverofpiggies

fresh sans by crayonqueen / loverofpiggies

dusttale by ask-dusttale

underfell by underfella / victhefella (?)

error sans by crayonqueen / loverofpiggies

fatal error & patch by xedramon

[mika-1simp]

AHHH I LOVE HIM MM GRR

A small fanart of a geno au created by : @haako060 🩷🩷🩷 Geno!dust !!!

Yayy

[ccinos-cat-cafe]

Ships 🩷

Some genodust, some colorkiller ... for requests :D

[m1lkt00th]

dustyscarf and the silly guy they keep around..rotating them sorry. dustyscarf and <3 that guy (still thinking of a trio name honestly) 🥀 🧣 ⚔ pretty sure dustedsave is already for genodust though. uhh knight words.. cross words..

i love affectionate cross he's always so emotionally repressed i love when he opens up and does silly stuff with silly nicknames i love him..so bad. i also think abt genocross sometimes,, their parallels,, their everything. the scars. grah!!! would genocross be lostlocket or something.. or would that be better for someone else

crossdust being ?? idk im still thinking. help

[rarepair-haven]

F,, Fae,,, you ship Geno/Dust? I've never really thought about that rarepair, hand over the headcanons please??

us: gets three asks about geno/dust

me: if yall insist i shall provide ùmú

OK SO geno n dust

theyre both kinda hopeless versions of sans, u know? they both wanted to stop the resets, they both tried different things, they both failed.

i feel like they could possibly bond over that, knowing what the others been through, if geno ever stopped being a moody bastard and dust also stopped being a moody bastard lmao

in all seriousness, they'd definitely be friends for a long time,,,, then good friends,,,, then best friends,,,

am i projecting a demiromantic agenda? yes i am

anyways they get so close to each other that they start learning each others ticks and quirks n shit and eventually geno can tell all the warning signs of dust about to knife someone AND can successfully calm dust down w/o dust having to leave the room

geno has nightmares sometimes, and when dust learns about these, he offers to help geno with them

so

one night they snuggle

and they keep snuggling

and eventually move in together aaaaaa

tbh at this point its like "wait damn yall havent smooched?"

this is all hypothetical stuff tho, like, this is only one way it could happen

dust is volatile, geno is tired and trying his best, i feel like they could be dynamically sharp with each other at first and then settle into something softer

they kinda fit :)

-mod fae

(IF YALL LIKE THIS GO FOLLOW MY MAIN @faemytho)

[pagangothy]

Quick Sketch

Kinda felt like drawing my sona and all meh ship babies. Definitely have alot to fix but that's how drawing/ sketching goes. The only one thats not a ship baby is GenoDust. He's an AU I created. I'm thinking of posting a ref sheet for him. Welp, thats it.

All characters made by me.

[deadandcutemxcca]

[faemytho]

"Don't give up... Not now, please."

Geno let out a small laugh.

"What's the point?"

"You've come this far-"

"And for what?"

Dust reached a hand up to cup the face of the dying monster laying in his arms. He refused to cry, to shiver, to show weakness.

"You can't give up. You can't let Chara win." Dust whispered, and Geno scoffed, before being sent into a coughing fit. Blood and dust spewed out of his mouth with every convulsion.

"Nah. Why bother? I wasn't supposed to exist anyways."

Geno laughed again, his eyelight dimming and his glitches fading, leaving his marred skull visible.

"What happened to your determination, then?" Dust demanded to know, and Geno snuggled into him, closing his one functioning eye.

"I gave up."

Dust stayed silent, and only now did he start trembling, shaking with unshed tears.

"And why did you choose my universe to come die?"

Geno hummed, smiling with his eye still closed.

"Your face is the last one I wanted to see."

Geno opened his eye and stared up at Dust.

"I want peace, Dust. I want to be free."

Dust trembled again, watching the monster die in his arms, knowing he couldn't do anything to stop it.

"I love you, Dust. Goodbye..."

And then, he was gone.

~~~~

ive been dying all day i relate geno

yay got another done wHOOP

have this nice little dose of angst

[odderancyart]

Brothers

On request: Genodust Angst AO3 Warnings: past death,  inciting someone to kill, insanity

The Void was empty and silent, but it didn’t feel as cold and lonely as usual. Not when Geno was lying with his head in Dust’s lap, watching Outertale’s stars through a screen. He had been happier these last months than he could remember being since he kind-of-died. Dust stared at the stars in awe. This was the first time he saw them.

Geno sighed happily and felt his eyelid flutter. It closed. He didn’t really sleep, the Void kept him from doing that, but he felt more at peace than he had thought he could.

As he dozed he could hear his boyfriend talk with his Papyrus. Both their Papyruses was dead, which was one of the reasons Geno had been willing to talk to him from the beginning. Dust did have it both easier and harder, though, as his Papyrus hadn’t disappeared after death. Instead he followed his brother around as a ghost. A blood-thirsty ghost, weirdly enough. Still. Both the Dust-brothers were strange, and Dust had 19 in LV. At first that had scared Geno off, but not for long.

“calm down, pap,” he heard Dust mutter. “i won’t kill geno.”

Geno smiled at that. It was a weird thing to make his soul soar, but he hadn’t been normal for a long time.

“yes, i know,” the other continued. “loving someone never stopped me before. that’s why i killed everyone. the love became too painful. alphys, toriel, asgore, you. but this isn’t hurting. geno won’t die on me. i don’t even think he can die in here.”

Geno froze. What had he just heard? What had he just heard?! Stars, tell him he heard wrong. Please.

“i was capable of dusting you, true.” No. “but shut up for a moment, bro. i won’t kill geno.”

Nononononono.

Geno’s eye socket flew open, and he stared at Dust in horror. He didn’t believe it. Yet Dust had just sait it.

“you killed papyrus,” he stated, voice shaking. Dust blinked in surprise, and shrugged nonchalantly. He nodded. Yes. He killed Papyrus. “you killed your own brother.”

He rolled of Dust’s lap, and scrambled away, never taking his eyelights of the other. Dust stared at him, bewildered.

“i thought… i thought…” Geno had just assumed that Dust’s brother had been killed by the Human, the Demon, who didn’t RESET, and that’s why he had gone mad. In grief. No. Dust – Murder, as his real nickname was – had done it himself. And he didn’t even seem to care. Geno felt himself start to shake. His breathing became shallow. Murder stood up, taking a step toward him. He looked concerned. Geno scrambled backwards again.

“don’t- don’t come closer, you dirty brother-killer.”

Murder stopped in his tracks, hurt flashing in his face.

“geno… i can explain… papyrus have forgiven me, why can’t…” he didn’t seem to be able to find his words. Good. Geno didn’t want to hear it. He glared at the other, contempt and pain evident in his eye. Keep away. Something slightly mad crossed Murder’s face, and he looked up to his right. “right, papy? you’ve forgiven me, haven’t you?” He laughed, voice cracking. “see, geno. he has.”

Geno shook his head desperately. No. The glitching around his eye grew worse.

“go away!” he cried out, not wanting to look at his former boyfriend. He hugged himself. “you killed papyrus. you brother-killer. i hate you!”

Murder’s eye socket flickered purple, the red part of his eyelights starting to overpower the blue. He let out a chuckle, which grew into laughter. Clutching his skull, he screamed.

“stop it, papyrus. stop it. i won’t kill him! Be quiet, papyrus!” The purple flickering grew worse, and he stared straight at Geno who let out a small, bitter laugh. Tears were gathering in his socket.

“you can’t. not in here. in the void i’m immortal.”

“stop it!”

Murder closed his eye sockets, and with a last purple flicker, he disappeared, teleporting out of the Void.

Geno stared at the point where his ex-boyfriend had been staring a second before. His hand went up to the scarf wrapped around his neck. Then he curled into a ball, clutching it, and cried.

Cried for his brother, cried for his misery, and for many other things. But most of all, he cried because he just had lost the one person he still knew how to love.

[pancakeface2-blog]

[vanglaggle]

something something about washing away the remnants of his friends and family something something

geno belongs to loverofpiggies

dust belongs to ask-dusttale

★ ★ ★

in case you can't read my handwriting :

'migraine from waking up'

"hey G, where's my jacket?"

"oh, that thing? i washed it. don't worry, i put it on delicate—"

'processing this very normally like a normal person'

"why did you do that."

[dante1138]

A GenoxDust child for @official-missunderstoodbab And @official-dustbowl

[vanglaggle]

dustyscarf save me

dust belongs to ask-dusttale

geno belongs to loverofpiggies

[faemytho]

~*-got some fucked up shit ahead be careful-*~

“you look gorgeous, all wrapped up for me.”

Geno shivered at the words, his hands tied behind his back with his own jacket and with Dust wrapped around him from behind, he didn’t really feel quite safe.

“whatever is the matter, dear?” Dust crooned, grabbing Geno by the chin and forcing him to look over his shoulder. Geno yelped at the sudden jerk of his head, but stayed silent otherwise.

Dust’s eyes glowed softly, a lazy grin on his face. He was relaxed.

Geno’s eyes were shrunken with fear, pinpricks rapidly searching for a way out of this. Dust frowned and yanked his head further back to face him. Geno let out a cry of pain.

“you look at me, and only at me.”

Tears were beginning to prick at his eyes but he tried to force them down, staring only at Dust’s red rimmed eye lights.

Dust smiled.

“see, isn’t that better?”

Was he supposed to respond? Or would Dust punish him for speaking?

Dust dropped his smile.

“you are to answer me when I speak to you.”

Immediately, Geno nodded.

“y-yes, yes, it is better, it’s so much better.”

Dust grinned happily, humming as he placed a kiss on Geno’s cheek. His hand fingered the magic limiting collar around Geno’s neck, and Geno tried not to breathe so much.

“see, that’s really all you had to do!”

~~~~

based on a post by 6agentgg9

@echoflowey

[odderancyart]

How would you start a ship story? Any tips?

That depends on what kind of story you want to write. Is it a drabble? A longer one-shot? A multi-chapter? When in their relationship?

It also depends on your writing style. If you’re relatively new to writing (and I am counted into that) you probably will change your style every now and then so you’ll have chance to try a lot of different ways.

 I’ll put this under the cut because it got a bit long. There’s also a few minor spoilers for a few of my fics.

Two examples of a little longer one-shots about first meetings I’ve written are…

Errotic:The first time Error had showed up in Underlust, he had been disgusted and frankly horrified. It had been quite easy for Lust to see. The exact moment the other realized the nature of his universe… it hadn’t been pretty. Especially since some really horny Snowdin citizens had come by and triggered Error’s haphephobia. Badly. Many people had almost died that day, and Lust had never seen such a frightening panic attack. 

Spicyhoney:Stretch stood hid behind an alley, watching the people walking by. This was one of the nicer parts of the town, so it was obvious he did not belong here. His tattered, torn clothes and dirty face was easy enough to spot. He had done his best to clean himself up, but hadn’t managed very well. Yet, he was desperate.

As you can see, they’re done quite differently. The first one is written with Tell, not Show. I tell you what happens, and I begin immediately in the middle of the story. I show you directly into a (non-graphic) panic attack in the first few sentences. Both characters are immediately introduced; it’s obvious this story is going to be about Error and Lust. Not until about half-way into the story do I start to show you what happens rather than tell you.

The Spicyhoney-one is more subtle. I start with showing you the situation we’re in rather than telling you a story. We’re still going quickly into the meeting with the love-interest (Fell), but it happens a few paragraphs in rather than in the first sentence or two. (As he walked past the next person, who was carrying a heavy box, he quickly moved his hand to grab the wallet sticking up from his victim’s backpocket). It’s not even obvious it’s Fell at first. It could’ve been a random person. There’s not any romance happening either until after a huge time-skip in the end.

Another example is NRS; in this story Red isn’t even directly introduced until we’re over a thousand words into the first chapter. In this story, he’s introduced by coming with food to Razz who is now a prisoner. There’s absolutely no romantic interest either, to begin with. Only resentment from Razz and amusement from Red:

Suddenly it knocked on the door, and thesound of a key in the key hole reached him. He froze. It opened, and in yetanother skeleton came. This one was shorter and sturdier than the one he hadfought, but still taller than Razz, irritatingly enough. The pirate startled ashe saw Razz on his feet, before grinning widely.

“good, yer awake,” he drawled, and held upa tray on which a mug and a few sandwiches laid. “boss said ya oughta wake upsoon.”

“WHO ARE YOU?” Razz demanded,backing a few steps until he stood against the wall.

So the story starts with some telling yells about protecting the princess (Razz) and then we get to see Razz in his cabin where he’s supposedly safe from the pirate attack.

The cabin was small and dark. Only an oil lamp lightened up the room and made it possible to see. The only furniture in the room was three bunks and a chest of drawers. Razz paced the room nervously. He detested being locked in. Yet, he knew there was nothing he could do about it. As the princess, he had to be kept safe in situations like these. Even so, it felt awful to be protected and safe while his guards fought for him. He couldn’t even watch and see which of them died. Once Razz was queen he could ride to the battlefield when he so wished, but not before that. He couldn’t wait.

Drabbles, on the other hand, should be started in the middle. Even though hardly any of my drabbles actually are drabbles. Throw us directly into the action:

Kustard”ey, sans, look a’ this!”

The loud call made Sans peek out from behind the huge clothes racks he had been going through. The sight that met him made him snort. His husband was fighting to get a huge sweater over his head. It was hideous. The sweater was black and depicted a green ribcage decorated like a Christmas tree with gifts beneath. Once it sat where it was supposed to, Red grinned triumphantly at Sans. Sans, meanwhile, could hardly believe his eyes when he saw the joyous expression on the other’s face.

There’s no build-up. You can also do this with a longer story, of course, but it’s especially important in a short one so things actually happen. Starting with someone speaking works a lot of the time, so that is a recommendation.

Hmm, what else?

I wrote this fic that was supposed to be Cherryblossom, but then I got bored and finished it before it could really turn into romance. This story starts with Red walking through the forest, being all cold and tired and annoyed. Four short paragraphs in, we’re introduced to Papyrus.

”OH. HELLO!” This time, Red did jump at the unexpected sound. Frantically, he tried to spot whoever had spoken. Nothing. There was a sound of someone clearing their throat, and he looked up. In one of the trees the source of the light was… hanging. A skeleton, like him. They looked a bit like his brother, just less sharp. And they appeared to be stuck. Red blinked in shock as he studied the stranger. They were wearing a long, white robe, a red scarf, and a kind smile. Then there were the wings. The stranger had great, feathery wings on their back. White but kind of sparkling gold.

To be perfectly honest, starting a romance isn’t so different from starting any other kind of story. Try to catch your reader’s interest as soon as possible so they don’t get bored - preferably already with the first sentence, but this is hard - and don’t get too lenghty. 

Make sure that the characters interactions are realistic; the I’ll-do-anything-for you kind of love by first eyesight isn’t exactly a common occurence in real life. Now we’re not talking the infatuation one can get in the early stages of a relationship or during a crush, but rather I’ll give my life for your happiness. It’s not exactly healthy either. So don’t rush things. Don’t make your character sad for years to come because someone they’ve known for one day doesn’t love them back, so to speak. That is an easy way to make me lose interest for a story, at least.

Try to let the relationship build up. Let them be friends, not only lovers. At least if you’re writing a healthy relationship. Otherwise feel free to ignore what I just said.

If they’re already in a relationship in your story, try to show early that they truly love each other. My Errotic-fics tend to be very Telling in the beginning, like this one:

Memories.

Flashes of two lives intertwined to one.

The first time they met. Those panic-attacks. Holding hands the first time; hugging, kissing. His soul fluttered slightly at those. It had been such a long time since those initial tentative touches. Having sex, carefully, slowly, for Error’s sake. Lust had made him scream, like promised.

Little things, like eating popcorn on the couch and cleaning up said popcorns after a popcorn war.

In this fic, they’ve already been together for many, many years. Centuries. Personally, I think these sentences gives a certain feeling of tenderness. The story has just begun, but I did my best to so quickly as possible show that they truly love each other. 

That is the main point of the story, after all. The love and the memories they have shared during their very long relationship. Honestly, I think I’m already here preparing the reader for bittersweetness and fluffy angst. Because this beginning gives, according to me, a feeling that “alright something’s going on here”. Of course, I’m the writer, so I might be completely wrong.

Otherwise the ending wouldn’t be as sad, after all. *wink wink*And sad, that was what I wanted it to be. A lovely sad. Bittersweet. Looking at the comments, I think I succeeded. 

You can also do it in a much less serious way, of course. By jokes and pranks and wrestling and laughing together. Unless your story is meant to be solemn this is actually recommended. Like this drabble I wrote a couple months ago;

RottenberryRazz grinned as he picked up the sugarbowl, pouring it all into the trash. Normally he wouldn’t waste all this food; he had grown up in a world of limited resources after all, but this was totally worth it. He’d make Blue regret tricking him yesterday. Filling the bowl with salt instead he put it back in it’s place and began preparing breakfast. Now he could only wait.

Just as he had finished the pancakes and the coffee was standing on the table his husband walked into the kitchen. Blue looked just as energic and cheerful as always, giving him a big grin.

”Morning love.” He said and kissed Razz’s cheek. Razz felt his usual grin melt into a sincere smile. There was few people who actually could make him really smile, but Blue always managed. He was so lucky to have him. Still. Revenge was soon to be served.

The first few sentences are important. They will set the mood for your story. If you want it to be humorous, try to make that clear quickly. By starting with a light-hearted situation, for example. Perhaps your OTP/OT3 is having a pun war or looking at bunnies in a pet store? If you want it to be sad, try to build up to it. 

Then of course there’s the concept of changing mood in the middle of the story, or even the end of it. It’s a great thing to do. Amazing. It’ll shock your reader and I recommend it. Just do it logically.

This Genodust drabble doesn’t start out sad. It starts out happy. Which only makes the ending more heart-breaking, because this isn’t a lovely kind of sad.

The Void was empty and silent, but it didn’t feel as cold and lonely as usual. Not when Geno was lying with his head in Dust’s lap, watching Outertale’s stars through a screen. He had been happier these last months than he could remember being since he kind-of-died. Dust stared at the stars in awe. This was the first time he saw them.

While this Classicberry is thoroughly happy because I needed happy when writing it (thanks to Kamari and The Last Laugh which I need to re-read). It starts happy and it continues to be happy, following the mood set in the beginning.

Blue smiled as he rolled around where he was resting in Sans’ arms. Looking at his husband’s – his husband, how amazing was that, he was married and soul-bonded to Sans – peaceful face. Sans never looked quite as peaceful as he did when he slept next to Blue, and he adored it. He knew that Sans still had awful nightmares sometimes, about dust and blood and RESETs, despite them having ended a long time ago but Sans had told him he never slept as well as he did when he either held Blue or was being held by Blue.

I need to wrap this up now, it’s getting too long. It also covered a bit more than the beginning… Oops? I got enthusiastic. I hope it’s helpful!