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have a little silly <e basically, i just wanted to try a few little things out on my art style - ie, the eyes here, just for funsies to see how it looks. dw, im not planning of suddenly changing everything, just wanted a try Something New, hehe, get it?
chances are, people probably dont even recognise that this is an artystyle change lol unless youve fucking artist studied my stuff i think it probably looks the same
anyways, yeah, Kist has my hear and soul <3
#undertale au#undertale#undertale au fanart#dust sans#dusttale#dusttale sans#dust!sans#killer sans#killer!sans#something new au#undertale something new#something new sans#something new#killertale#kist#killer x dust
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a little drabble i shat out teehee. super experimental, super angsty, super shorter than usual. i wouldn't have it any other way.
as always, ao3 link is in the reblogs.
no warnings for this one other than the usual messed up relationship bs i don't think, but let me know if i missed anything and i'll tack it on
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A heaving breath disturbs the dust that has gathered on the bright red scarf that hangs on a bent nail sticking out of the wall. Once, perhaps, it would have reminded you of someone else, but all you can see now is a warped version of yourself that clung to both it and all of the memories that it held despite how much it hurt him.
And, that was the problem, wasn’t it?
That he was too much like you, only broken in different ways. Like looking in a mirror that had been shattered, seeing a distorted reflection that might have been you if the light had shone at another angle, or if the ones that had broken you both had done so more similarly; if there weren’t parts that had been removed; replaced; rearranged. You were imperfect echoes of one another, simultaneously too alike and too different; warped by the way your sound bounced off of the walls.
In the end, it hadn’t really mattered that you both wanted the same thing; to be seen, and to be loved despite how ugly the view was.
You had always known that you weren’t something worth seeing – weren’t convinced that you could be seen – and he’d been convinced that not seeing every part of him all at once, all the time, meant that you didn’t see him at all.
You’d feared him just as much as you’d adored him; he’d hated you almost as much as he’d loved you.
And, that was the problem, wasn’t it?
You both had held on to things that would only ever hurt you, and neither of you had known how to let it go until you were already so thoroughly intertwined with one another that you had to rip and tear at the thorns that bound you so that you just might have a chance at escaping. You’d thought, at some point, the bleeding might stop – now that his binds weren’t tearing open your body just to be certain that you’d still bleed at his command – but, even though your soul is no longer connected to his, the thorns remain, and you are an open wound; a bleeding heart; a walking haemorrhage.
Nightmare wouldn’t like that you were staining his carpets so.
You weren’t sure you could bring yourself to care.
Gently, you rub his scarf between your fingers. It’s thin and threadbare, and some part of you finds kinship in that fact. The feeling is rough – unpleasant – but familiar.
Does familiarity have to be a good thing?
“I miss you,” you confess to no one, because something about the admission makes you feel filthy. Thick tar falls from your sockets and stains your cheeks, and terror lances through you as you realise that maybe you never will be anything more than this ever again.
Your breathing comes quick, and you hold your breath so as to not disturb his dusty remains any further than you already have; and, you wonder why you treat him with a reverence that he would never return.
You wonder if he could ever understand just how terrified he made you – of being nothing more than this; wonder why it matters so much to you that he understands; know he can’t possibly, when he is the one making you so afraid.
What were you, before? What are you, now?
Pieces and parts of yourself: removed, replaced, and rearranged.
You think of a story you read, once, long ago. The books you managed to get your hands on before were worse for wear – yellowing pages that were putrid and warped from the journey they’d taken when they were discarded and forgotten; nothing like the pristine, well taken care of books that you had access to now, though something about that made them mean less – but you absorbed what they had to offer you with an appreciation you were sure they’d never been granted before. They spoke of gods, and humans, and monsters, and they wondered in ways you’d never wondered before; ways you wonder now.
You think of the story of the Ship of Theseus.
Pieces and parts: removed, replaced, rearranged.
Is it the same ship? Are you the same you? Now that you’ve been rebuilt – removed, replaced, and rearranged – are you still the person you once were? Can you be rebuilt again? Or, are you stuck like this, now that the one that was constructing you is no longer around to restore your weathered parts? Are you trapped, half-finished and without a purpose? A boat built with perforated wood?
Water rushes in the gaps, and, through the same rifts, your blood pours out. Because, despite being free of his ties – the thorns are gone; you ripped them out; you tore out their roots, so they can’t possibly grow back, right? – you still tear yourself open just to be certain that you can still bleed, should he command it.
He’s not around to command you anymore.
Somehow, you feel you still need to be prepared for it.
“I miss you,” you confess to yourself, and something about the admission makes you feel vile. Thick tar falls from your sockets and drowns you, and you’re horrified because, even now, you’re still exactly how he reconstructed you – removed, replaced, rearranged. You fear you’ll never be anything more than this.
Can you be anything more than this?
You weren’t rebuilt to be a person. You weren’t remade to have desires or needs. You’re not sure he knew how you were meant to function, when his hands were deep within your very mind; your very soul. You’re not sure he knew how thoroughly he was stripping you of the programming that kept you alive. You’re not sure it matters whether he knew, when the result is the same.
His hands left you, coated in oil, or tar, or blood – whatever it was that flowed through you – and he’d wiped sweat from his brow – smeared you across his forehead – after a job well done.
Pieces and parts of you: removed, replaced, rearranged.
Refashioned to please a person that can no longer reap the rewards.
The fabric between your fingers grates on your bone and wears you away. The feeling is rough – unpleasant – but familiar.
You wonder if familiarity is ever a good thing.
“Killer,” a voice calls, and you numbly raise your head to meet a bright cyan eye with your own two empty ones. His sockets are half-lidded, and his expression is tight. When he speaks, his tone is harsh. “You serve no purpose, serving someone that no longer exists. Come back to me. Let him go.”
Again, your gaze falls back down to the red on your hands, and you wither at the sight. You feel light and heavy, all at the same time. “How?”
He sighs, and the sound makes you flinch; apologies taste bitter as you swallow them back down like bile. In a way that is certainly contrary, he kneels before you – pulls your chin up with his hand in a way you know is uncharacteristically gentle – and smiles; wider, when you smile back. His hand outstretches towards you, open and empty. “Let me help you.”
You stare at the offer, gripping your grief in closed fists, and, carefully, you allow your fingers to fall open. Uncertainty shakes you as you reach for his hand, and you’re careful not to make contact when you deposit your soul – heart-shaped; unstable; ugly – within his grasp. Your fingers dart away from the construct before you can change your mind.
“Good,” Nightmare praises, but you wince as he draws your soul up and away, right before his face. His eye watches its shifting form in fascination, and, this time, his smile almost feels real. He looks back at you, and you already feel the oncoming sting. “Don’t worry, love. We’ll fix you.”
“I miss him,” you confess, and the admission makes you mortified. Thick tar falls from your sockets, and you can’t breathe.
“I know,” he says, “but you won’t.”
He brings your soul to his teeth, and a choked sound of agony catches in your throat as he bites down and consumes you. For a moment, panic locks you in place – punctuated by the way your breath stutters with each excruciating soulbeat – but the feeling disappears as quickly as the rest, and you’re left with nothing but the pain that serves as the cost of numbness.
As you barrel towards apathy, laughter pouring from your chest – you’re not sure why you’re laughing. It’s not funny – you think that you can never be more than this.
Pieces and parts of yourself: removed, replaced, rearranged, always in someone else’s name.
#blaise writes#fanfiction#utmv fanfic#undertale#sans#sans au#undertale au#utmv#angst#drabble#killer#killer sans#killer x dust#kist#implied#something new au#dust#dust sans#dusttale#implied lol#nightmare#nightmare sans#dreamtale#tw toxic relationship#toxic relationship
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awwwww they’re flirtingggggg
original meme
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he is always arching in every picture i see of him
#utmv#undertale#undertale au#doodle#dust sans#killer sans#kist#dust x killer#killers crazy arch#sorry phantom
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yeah
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could you draw killerdust or dreamberry?? Either is okay!!
#ask#utmv#undertale au#sans undertale#killer sans#dust sans#murder sans#killer x dust#dust x killer#kist#sanscest
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till we're nothing but dust
#zu art#killer!sans#murder!sans#kist#kist day#kistday2024#undertale#undertale au#utmv#can I offer you a nice angst in this trying time? =)#my brain when I draw skeletons without bones: :0 >:0
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yoyoyooooo,, new art :D
#undertale#undertale au#art#sans au#fan art#sans#alternate universe#fanart#sans undertale#utmv#killer x dust#killer!sans#killersans#killerdust#dustsans#dust!sans#murdersans#utmv au fanart#utmv aus#utmv art#utmv au#utmv au art#fannart#utmv fanart#utmv fandom#utmv fan art#kist#dustale#dust#something new sans
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tiny bitty gift for fellow Kist enjoyers out there 🙏🙏
mainly for @sunnymainecoonx
#mitsusart#undertale au#undertale#sans undertale#sans#killer!sans#killer sans#dust sans#dust x killer#killer x dust#kist#murder sans#dust!sans#utmv#ut au#undertale fandom#undertale multiverse#undertale au fanart#guys i cant believe there was a kist day.#wtf.#im only learning about this now#anyway#some food since i keep starting projects but taking forever to finish them ASLKJ#anyway sunny if you see this#im not done ;)
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This thing from when I wanted to try out some other animation app
As u may see in the last frame this is.. unfinished *squints* but honestly like many many other projects I doubt I'd finish this one.. so kist kiss be upon ye !!
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KILLERDUST IS IN MY BLOOD.
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uhm idk what happened but apparently harem (reverse harem!????) time-???
#EXTREMELY SHITTY CONCEPT UDK HOW IT HAPPENED AND YES ITS A MESS I DONT CARE#utmv#traditional scribbles shitty edition#again#undertale#sans ships#poly ships#dust sans#murder sans#horror sans#killer sans#cross sans#fell sans#blue sans#swap sans#GRRRRR#ut au#sans aus#bad sanses#WHY IS DUST SO SHIPABLE.#my art ig#i’m to lazy to draw fr#eat the slop my fellow shippers#do i even with ship tags at this point oh god um#horrordust#dustberry#kist#crossdust#dustard#DO YOU SEE IT DO YOU SEE PAST THE SHITTY ART DO YOU SEE MY IMAG-💥
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☆ what i think of when people say “kist”
dust sans belongz to ask-dusttale killer sans belongz to rahafwabas
#killer sans#dust sans#kist#sanscest#utmv#undertale aus#undertale au#sans au#au sans#this is a stupid shitpost#but it made me giggle so#snickerz#killz art#killz fingie doodlez
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killer and dust get caught hate flirting ( beating eachother . )
#undertale#undertale au#utmv#doodle#dust sans#killer sans#killer and dust probably love eachother#again#kist#killer x dust#roleplay#rp#bad sanses#murder time trio#minus horror for now#nightmare sans
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don't put your damn hand in the cage
#dust has literally never done that before he did that to spite killer specifically#kist#killer sans#killer x dust#dust sans#LOVE affair
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