#Loch Dust Sans

[ant1quarian]

Pirate Dust!

Not an original idea but y'know!

Loch- his name- is a Dust AU, yes. He's often either cold and quiet or dryly amused and a little shit. Being in-between is very, very rare.

He's known across the seas as Loch, the one who is infamous for literally genociding every town he stops off at.

Based off of BONES by Sail North.

[keelywolfe]

FIC: Red Letter Day (baon)

Summary: Edge and Stretch are finally paying a visit to Alphys to check on the results of her tests.

Tags: Spicyhoney, Established Relationship, Mentions of sickness, Mentions of LV, mentions of past trauma, Possible Past Medical Experimentation, Hurt/Comfort

Notes: I’m getting my timeline a little scattered, but man did I need something funny and cute.

Part of the ‘by any other name’ series.

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The drive to the Embassy from New New home took about fifteen to twenty minutes depending on traffic. During the week, it was one that Edge took twice a day, occasionally listening to the radio, more likely to a podcast or the news.

Today, they were hardly five minutes into the drive and Stretch was already fidgeting. He’d hold Edge’s hand for a moment only to drop it, switch to flicking his lighter through his fingers, then back to holding hands. Once, he even started pulling out a cigarette only to catch himself, tucking the pack back into his hoodie pocket and switching back to the lighter.

It ached to see him so disturbed. Whatever Alphys had to say about his test results, at least Stretch’s anxiety over them would be finally over.

He’d come awake slowly that morning, having woken last night with Edge’s nightmare, and his sleepy pleasure at being brought a cup of coffee in bed had quickly turned to suspicion after a few sips. His reaction at being told Alphys moved up their appointment had been pure anxiety and Edge did not regret keeping the information to himself until then.

Sitting here now, his attention split between the road and watching as Stretch squirmed, he only wished there was something he could do to help, past keeping a hand available to be held whenever it was needed.

He’d accept his helplessness for now. This part would be over soon and he was braced for any answer Alphys offered, ready to do whatever was needed to help his love. Physically, mentally, anything and everything in between, he was prepared to offer it.

Now they only had to get there.

The parking lot at the Embassy was a secured one that required an ID, and Edge had his own parking spot at the back of the lot. Today, he forbore using it, instead parking as close to the entrance as he could.

If Stretch noticed, he didn’t comment on it, scrambling out of the car and already heading towards the entrance the moment the car was in park. He lingered there outside, waiting for Edge to catch up, hands shoved into his pockets and even then Edge could see his hands clenching and unclenching, the shrunken quality of his eye lights. He was scared and trying very hard not to show it.

The protestors across the street were there night and day, though at this hour there were only a handful of Humans, their ragged signs sitting propped at their feet. It seemed even racism required morning coffee to get going, Edge thought with dark humor. He moved to stand with his back to them, blocking their view as he gently took Stretch’s face in both his hands, giving him a brief kiss.

“It’s going to be okay, love,” Edge whispered to him. Stretch took a shaky breath and let it out, nodding slowly.

“yeah. let’s get this over with.” He turned and opened the door, and Edge followed him in.

Everyone who came in was required to swipe their ID, and even though Stretch could easily shortcut to any place in the building, he always did. It was for security purposes and Stretch had told him once that if Ass-gore had to do it, then he supposed it wasn’t beneath him.

Edge hadn’t commented on the nickname, that was a battle he wasn’t about to join.

As far as he knew, Sans was obedient about scanning his badge as well. His own brother, Edge couldn’t say, but that was another pie he was refusing to take a slice from. Red was a part of the security department, in official and unofficial roles, and if they had issues with him, he’d leave it to them.

The guard at the station offered them both a genuine smile, his curiosity obvious, but he didn’t question them. Anyone else would need to sign in with a purpose to visit, but Stretch was on a rather short list of people with classified access. Not that he ever used it. He knew the way to the labs, was already headed towards the elevator with Edge on his heels, but he went to them only rarely.

That was an issue that Stretch did not discuss, but then, neither did Red or Sans. Edge couldn’t remember the years his brother spent working at the labs in Underfell. On the rare occasion he said anything, Red usually made cracks about working there as a janitor. Sans was more amicable and often helped out in both the laboratories here and Stretch’s in New New Home, but for all the usefulness his brilliance offered the Monster community, Stretch refused to work with any of the other scientists.

Once, many years ago, Edge thought him selfish for it. Now, having spent dark nights with his lover in his arms, listening to him brokenly confess to watching his brother die during the resets, he could only wonder at what sort of trauma Stretch endured in the labs in Underswap that he refused to even discuss it.

It might be better that Edge didn’t know, and that whoever deserved to be punished for it was far from his reach.

At least Stretch was able to still enjoy his love of science, that hadn’t been stolen from him. But Red avoided the labs entirely when he could, and if Stretch wouldn’t talk about it, expecting any information from Red was less likely than stumbling across the Loch Ness monster in a puddle on the street.

In this elevator heading to the labs, all he could do was hold Stretch’s hand, squeezing gently as it trembled in his grip, and try not to think of the day Stretch had come on his own to get the tests done. He should have been suspicious then, too trusting and—

No. He was not allowing that thought any sort of traction, would not allow the faint whispers of his LV to taint any other part of him. He was here today and Stretch had told him the truth. That was all that mattered.

He heard Stretch inhale raggedly as the elevator doors opened, but he didn’t hesitate, walked straight through them with his normal lackadaisical stride, forcing Edge to slow his own steps.

The labs took up an entire basement floor of the Embassy, chosen to be placed here rather than at New New Home for reasons of practicality and safety. As far as construction went, Monsters were well familiar with how to build underground and the structure of the entire building was able to withstand everything from earthquakes to a concentrated magical attack.

The main room was an open layout, with plenty of tables and machinery around, and the walls were lined with doors that led to private labs for experiments that required more discretion. The scientists who worked here did so with the knowledge that their experiments would be used to better the lives of Monsters and Humans alike, and Alphys herself had demanded strict protocols on what experiments were allowed.

That was not a surprise; Edge had met the Amalgamates who stayed within New New Home. He had his own opinions on them that he kept to himself, and he’d easily agreed to the rules for laboratory protocols. He wasn’t entirely comfortable with her being the one to run tests on Stretch, but no one knew more about souls than she did.

Alphys was at one of the work tables and she brightened when she caught sight of them, waddling over.

“hey, lizard lady, how’s it going?” Stretch’s grin was the most genuine expression he’d offered since they’d gotten in the car. He leaned down, holding out his arms in offering. Once, Stretch had told her she could take the hug if she wanted or not, and he wouldn’t be offended either way. Today was a hug day and Edge did not know if that was good or bad.

But her smile was warm. “It’s g-going well! Why don’t we talk in my office?”

She led them to a closed door, unlocking it, and they followed her inside. The various clutter was a stark contrast to the orderly lab; her desk covered in papers, walls lined with anime posters and a framed picture from her wedding. There was another picture of Undyne on her desk, grinning at the camera, and a pink paper heart was taped to one corner with a sticker that blared the word ’kawii!!’.

Alphys bustled around, muttering to herself as she gathered up paper stacks from the chairs, gesturing at them to sit before she settled into her own seat. “Did you want a drink?”

“nah, i’m good,” Stretch waved it off, “just tell me the truth, do i need to start shopping for a urn or what? ‘cause i’d kinda rather get my dust sprinkled properly and a mason jar isn’t the aesthetic i’m looking for.”

“Don’t,” Edge said sharply before he could stop himself. He knew that biting sarcasm was only a defense mechanism, but he couldn’t listen to that. He couldn’t.

Sweet creature that she was, Alphys looked horrified at the black joke, “N-n-no, of course not! Y-you’re fine!”

That was not the answer Stretch was expecting. He blinked, the mask of his indifference slipping to show a struggle between disbelief and tremulous hope.

“fine.” Stretch repeated, slowly. “so why am i down an hp?”

She shrugged, “Stress, past sickness? There’s a lot of reasons for HP to drop and nothing unusual showed up on any of the tests. B-but, see here. You can’t see it in a Check but—“

She pulled out a small device out of a drawer that looked like a tablet and walked over. Alphys didn’t seem to notice Stretch’s slight flinch as she settled something that looked like a stethoscope over Stretch’s chest. She showed them the tablet, charting a mass of numbers.

“See here?” She pointed at the screen with one clawed finger. “Checks don't show the decimals, but if you can look a little deeper, you’ll see it’s c-coming back up.”

It was, Edge saw, swallowing down his own relief. The tablet was showing deeply into the decimals, but as they watched, the last number went up by one. And again, very slowly crawling upward.

“If it keeps up like this, y-you’ll be back to five in a few months!” She beamed. Her smile faltered as Stretch made a small sound, shaking so hard the bones of his fingers clattered against the chair arm. “Are you okay?”

“He’s fine,” Edge told her quietly, and pulled Stretch into his arms as he finally broke and the tears started. Held him gently as he cried, murmuring soft words and nonsense while the fear loosened its hold. Long minutes passed before Stretch pulled away, sniffling and wiping at his face with his sleeve.

Alphys already had Kleenex and a bottle of water in hand, practically shoving them into Stretch’s lap as she burbled out tearfully, “I’m so sorry! I would have told you over the phone if I’d known you were so worried, I only wanted to show you the results! I should have known, I could have told you—“

“it’s fine, lizard lady,” Stretch said and this time it was Alphys who held her arms out for a hug, the two of them embracing amidst tears. “s’all good.”

She nodded, sniffling, and drew back. “Th-the only thing I can recommend is getting plenty of rest, eat good food. It’ll speed up the process.” She gave the pocket of his hoodie a little poke, tapping the visible bulge there. "You should stop smoking. It retards your magic and it could be slowing down the process.”

“did you have to say that where he could hear?” Stretch groaned.

“Yes,” she said unrepentantly. “I don’t want to see you in an urn or a mason jar, and definitely not an ashtray.”

Edge said nothing, but Stretch still sighed. “i’ll try, okay?”

“Try hard,” Alphys said sternly.

She went on to show Stretch a few more test results, the two of them slowly descending into scientific jargon that Edge didn’t even try to understand. He’d gotten what he wanted out of this visit, the only words he wanted to hear.

Stretch was going to be fine and that was enough.

Once they were finished at the lab, Edge drove them back home. He thought about offering to take them for lunch, but the stress of the morning was hitting Stretch before they even made it back to the car, his untied shoes dragging as he walked. He was asleep by the time they made it out of the parking lot and Edge didn’t hesitate to let him sleep, carrying him carefully into the house and settling with him on the sofa, a blanket drawn over them both.

Normally, he wasn’t one for naps, especially not in the mid-morning. Today, he felt unexpectedly tired, all the worries of the past days seeping away and leaving exhaustion in its wake. His normal urges to be moving, working or cleaning or cooking, abandoned him, and Edge settled on the sofa with his sleeping husband in his arms, holding him close. Drowsing in the pocket of shared warmth beneath the blanket.

He couldn’t say how long he slept when he heard the soft click of the unlocked door, the almost silent footsteps. Edge didn’t opened his sockets as he called on his magic, flexing his fingers beneath the blanket as he reached out to turn his brother’s soul blue and lifted.

When he turned to look, Red was dangling in the air like a marionette, a sharp grin on his face. He tipped his head towards the door, one brow bone raised and Edge frowned, lowering Red to the floor before carefully pulling away from Stretch. Who murmured discontentedly, his face scrunching unhappily at the loss of warmth. Edge pressed a kiss to his skull and whispered a soft promise to return. Likely it went unheard but Stretch still settled with a sigh, burrowing into the blanket

Red was sitting on the steps when Edge walked out, an unlit cigar clenched in his teeth, “how’s the honey bun.”

Ah, of course. If there was one person Red had difficulty getting intel from it was Alphys, and they’d been in her office to talk.

There was a small, petty temptation to let his brother squirm a bit for the answer, but Edge resisted it, “He’ll be all right. His HP is recovering. She recommended he quit smoking.”

Red snorted loudly. “have fun with that.”

Edge didn’t think he imagined seeing a line of tension in Red’s shoulders relax. He’d been worried, Edge realized, far more than he would ever show or say, but enough to come by the moment he knew they had answers. Knowing that made a painful knot in Edge’s soul ease, a silent forgiveness for his brother keeping secrets from him about Stretch. Red did care about Stretch, he knew, past him simply being a precious liability for his brother. It was still nice to have it confirmed from time to time.

But it didn’t stop him from slapping Red on the back of the skull when he started lighting his cigar, hissing, “Do not smoke that near me!”

Red only grinned, unrepentantly, “yeah, yeah, get back in there with the honey bun. might want to get in your chucklefucks while you can, before the nicotine withdrawal hits.”

“Sans—“ Edge started to snarl, but he was talking to thin air, leaving him with no one to take his irritation out on. He blew out a sharp breath and shook his head, rubbing at his nasal bone to stave off an incipient brother-shaped headache.

Then he went back inside to take his brother’s advice.

-finis-

[lightgreyartgallery]

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[thehikingviking]

Mt Humphreys (13,986 ft) via Southwest Couloir & Northwest Face

The first time I visited Bishop I was in awe with the intimidating monolith standing just east of town. At first, I thought the mountain I was looking at was a 14er, only to find out later that it stood a few feet shy of 14,000 ft. I learned this peak was called Mt Humphreys and was on of the 15 Emblem Peaks in the Sierra Nevada Mountain Range. I also learned there was no easy up, with the least technical route to the summit being class 4. For years this peak seemed above my abilities, so I continued growing my skill set and I waited for the right team. Several years and many hikes later, I received an email from the California Mountaineering Club notifying me of an outing up Mt Humphreys. I jumped on this opportunity and signed up immediately.

We all met at the North Lake trailhead parking lot at 6:30AM on Saturday morning. The participants were Ron Webber, Anson Brune, Araz Yacoiubian, and Asaka Takahashi and myself. Asaka and I slept in my Jeep at the trailhead, so we rolled out of our mobile bed and got our gear together. We left a little after 7:30AM and made our way towards Piute Pass at 11,400 ft.

We passed by Loch Leven on our way up the gradual trail. Here I learned that loch was the Scottish word for lake. Now Loch Ness made a lot more sense. I think the largest animal in this loch was a six inch brookie. 

The loch was about a quarter mile long, and the trail traveled along its northern shore.

The trail wound through several small glacier carved meadows on the way to Piute Lake.

Piute Lake was slightly larger than Loch Leven and extremely pristine.

We were making quick progress in terms of elevation gain. It then occurred to me that our trailhead elevation was very high by Eastern Sierra standards. At almost 9,400 ft, the elevation gain needed to reach the pass was only about 2,000 ft, which is very moderate compared to other approaches, such as the 6,000 ft needed to gain Shepherd Pass.

Before reaching the pass, we had to climb through a short snowfield. There was already a boot pack in the snow, and crampons were definitely not needed.

After reaching the pass, we took a nice long break. Further west along the trail was summit lake.

To the north was the tip of Mt Humphreys.

To our south was Muriel Peak.

I was impressed by a couple of young ladies who ran all the way up to the pass. It seemed like just a weekend exercise jog. I’m not much of a runner, but I think Asaka may be able to accomplish such a feat one day. After our break, we left the trail and headed north into the Humphreys Basin. 

For being off trail, the walking was very easy compared to most other areas in the range. This basin appears to have been smoothed over by glaciers, as opposed to the many talus and boulder fields seen on most Sierra Nevada peaks.

I stopped at a crystal clear tarn to photograph Mt Humphreys’ southwest face.

Somewhere to the northeast was Checkered Demon, a bonus peak I was considering.

Although it was late in the year, there was still plenty of snow covering the tarns we planned to camp at. We set up our tent at a small flat area near a water source at around 12,000 ft. The base of Mt Humphreys was only a few hundred yards away from our camp.

The hike in was easier than expected and we had plenty of daylight. We discussed the possibility of climbing Mt Humphreys that afternoon, but I knew that would be overzealous. My alternate proposal was to attempt the obscure Checkered Demon (13,121 ft), so we all decided to head west and try the bonus peak. I got in trouble because I promised Asaka that we would swim that afternoon. I did not expect the tarns to still be frozen over this late in August. This led to a big fight, with her claiming that we never do what she wants to do. I condescendingly told her she could swim in the frozen tarn if she wanted to. With all this talk about droughts and global warming, I did not expect such conditions. I was embarrassed because I was the one who wanted to climb Checkered Demon the most, yet I was last leaving camp because I was busy fighting with Asaka, She did not want to leave camp, and I really wanted her to come. I told the others to go ahead, and after some more whining she finally agreed to come along.

This little known 13er was only a mile from camp, but the distance walked was further since we had to circumvent the snow and tarns along the way.

We made it to the final skinny tarn below the peak at 12,346 ft. and from here we started climbing the western slopes of the peak. The key here is to stay north of the peak until reaching the ridge. This will keep the climb class 2 until arriving on top of the ridgeline.

From the ridgeline, the climbing became class 3 as we headed south towards the summit. The last move was exposed but exhilarating.

We all eventually made it to the top, with me and Asaka arriving first, and Araz arriving last.

Our camp was somewhere in Humphreys Basin below.

The following day’s objective stood above us to the northwest.

We carefully climbed back down, and arrived back at camp around 7pm.

he next morning we started at sunrise. We headed north until reaching the southwest slope of Mt Humphreys. From here we aimed for the triangular shaped rock sticking out of the boulder field.

Once at the rock, we continued climbing north until reaching a chute with a chock stone, which sliced up the mountain towards the left.

There was one class 3 move to get into the chute, but once we were inside it was a class 2 slog all the way to the saddle.

There was one patch of snow along the way which we easily bypassed on the rocks to the left.

At the saddle I paused to take in the views. There were two other young climbers here who were about to bail. You could tell one of them wanted to continue, but the other didn’t feel comfortable climbing any further. We invited the willing climber to join us, while the other agreed to wait at the saddle. To the north stood Mt Tom and Basin Mountain in the foreground, with the White Mountains across Owens Valley in the background. 

The Humphreys Basin remained to our south. The peak that caught my eye the most was Mt Darwin, with it’s Whitney-esque shape. 

The northwest face however demanded the majority of my attention and focus. 

We put on our harnesses then started ascending the northwest face. The class 2 soon turned into a class 3 wash like crack, which we followed until reaching a vertical wall.

Here was the first “class 4” section. Every climber has their own definition of what is class 4, but in my opinion this pitch was class 3. There was one semi-difficult move to get onto a crack, and from there the holds were excellent. Ron led the pitch and protected the route. Asaka and Araz followed on belay. Anson and I free climbed the section.

We then reached the second pitch of class 4, which I believe is adequately rated. Ron again led and protected this pitch, and this time everyone roped up and followed.

After this pitch, we got off belay and I led one more airy class 3 ridge until reaching safer ground.

We followed a class 2 route around to the other side of the summit block.

5 minutes later we were all standing on top.

To the northeast were Mt Tom, Basin Mountain and the White Mountains.

To the northwest were the Four Gables and the Little Lakes Valley area.

To the west were Desolation Lake and Pilot Knob.

To the southwest were Piute Canyon and the Glacier Divide.

To the south were many peaks, but the clearest to pick out were Mt Darwin and Mt Goddard.

To the southeast were Checkered Demon and Mt Emerson in the foreground, with the Palisade Crest in the background.

After enjoying the commanding summit views, we retraced our steps back down to the class 4 section.

We set an anchor above the final class 4 section and Anson was first to rappel. The rope ended up being 10 feet short, but Anson was luckily able to downclimb from where we was hanging. The anchor was reset lower at a pre-existing rappel station and everyone made it down safely.

The majority of the group set up another rappel station at the top of the class 3 section. Asaka and I found it much faster and easier to just down climb. We waited for the others at the notch.

We scrambled down the slopes and made it to camp much later than expected.

We cooked some food, cleaned up camp and headed back to Piute Pass.

Once we reached Piute Pass, the shadows started to drape over the canyon. I did a quick mental calculation and came to the realization that it was going to be a long day. To make things worse, I had to be in San Diego for work the next morning. I started running through several scenarios in my head. I could drive directly to San Diego and fly back, but then my car would be stuck down there. I could have Asaka drive my car back from San Diego, but that seemed unfair. It was too late to rent a car in Mammoth Lakes and drive down by myself. The only thing that made sense was for us to drive back to San Jose and after a short nap, hop on the first flight down south.

We walked the last couple miles in the dark. My feet were really aching, and Asaka left me in her dust. I was worried that she might walk off trail and get lost, as she has a tendency to just wander off into the forest sometimes. We made it to the cars slightly before 9PM.

It was a long day, but we were safe, successful and happy to be finished. We drove back to the Bay Area that night. Asaka and I switched off driving, and I slept as much as I could in the car. When I finally reached my bed I took another short nap. I woke up a couple hours later and made my Southwest flight. I was a zombie that day, but fulfilled my workplace duties. It’s better to do this stuff when you’re young. Needless to say, I will better plan my work and hiking trips in the future.

[ant1quarian]

UPDATED DUSTVERSE NAMES LIST

( With Creators/People who added the Dust to the OG post )

OG Dust

Belongs to Ask-Dusttale

Ash

BS!Dust. Belongs to @/absurdumsid.

Ruins

CV Dust. Belongs to @/askquellowsans

Remnant

Also known as Quellow. Belongs to @/askquellowsans

Flumen (And Dyst)

A Swap Sans who wears the clothes of a fallen "friend", Dyst.

Created by @/rushin-safire

Dusty Crumb

Belongs to @/kredena-dark

Has been corrected ✨

Discard

Also known as Voidface Dust, submitted by @/elizakai

Reject

Tall Dust, submitted by @/elizakai

Cinder

Femme Dust, belongs to @/elizakai

Debris

Idol Dust, designed by @/safwunnz, created by @/zucchiyeni

Wilt

Bald Dust, submitted by @/swiftmitsu

Sprinkle

Friendly Dust, @/dustsansm1 Dust, essentially, designed by @/absurdumsid

Non-romanceable. A content creator here on Tumblr.

Spread

BIB Dust, belongs to @/thelunarsystemwrites

Scraps

Saejun!Dust, belongs to @/absurdumsid

has been corrected ✨

Husks

Cap-wearing Dust, submitted by @/swiftmitsu

Mote

Detective Dust, belongs (I believe) to @/switchthedragon

Fos (Fossilz)

Fos/Fossilz Dust belongs to @/safwunnz

Pendulum

Time traveller Dust, belongs to @/ksopaz

has been corrected ✨

Detritus

Biblically Accurate Dust, belongs to @/elizakai

Olyu

Olyu, Error!Dust, belongs to @/glitchedcodez

Fracture

Ivan!Dust, belongs to @/absurdumsid

has been corrected ✨

Serial

Killer-Dust fusion, belongs to @/swiftmisu

Dander

Bitty bat Dust, belongs to @/mellybabbles

Erosion

Eldritch Dust, belongs to (/submitted by) @/wr-n

Smog

Smiles, submitted by @/elizakai

Pollen

Bitty Dust, submitted by @/createbellatheartist

Miasma

Brother Dust, belongs to @/elizakai

Haze

Drugdealer Dust that's constantly high and Built Different™, submitted by @/elizakai

Atrophy

Mr Feral McStabby, submitted by @/elizakai

Talc

Limbus Company Dust, belongs to @/tuxibirdie

Webs

Mttbs Dust, belongs to @/justanidiotartist

Malaise

Nun Dust, submitted by @/elizakai

Decay

Avian Dust, belongs to Me (@/ant1quarian)

Fallout

Witherborn Dust, belongs to Me (@/ant1quarian)

Soot

Mafiadust Sans, belongs to Me (@/antiquarian)

Molt

Flighteningtale Dust, belongs to @/dragon-tamer-1

Misery

Transfem Dust, belongs to @/mellybabbles

Mites

Middleschool (Cat?) Dust, belongs to @/inkcat1987

Residue

Magical Girl Duster, belongs to @/thelunarsystemwrites

Grit

BT!Dust (Goblin Dust), belongs to @/shadowy-suitcase-herring-neck

Fuzz

Cat Dust, belongs to @/squidiott

Corrosion

Underworld Society!Dust, submitted by @/absurdumsid, belongs to @/machicoasa625 on Twitter

Malicious (Mal)

Mind's Multiverse!Dust, belongs to @/solusminds

Specks

Glasses Dust, submitted by @/elizakai

Heather

Heathers!Dust, belongs to @/a-whispering-echo

Plague

Pestilence!Dust, belongs to @/a-whispering-echo

Murmur

Ghost!Dust, belongs to @/a-whispering-echo

Crow

EtherealDreamtale!Dust, belongs to @/fictionalshippingbean

Stain

Dust!Ink, submitted by me, belongs to Ssgt. Frost or Undriel

Burgundy

Dust!Fell, who was submitted by me, @/ant1quarian

Wraith

Festivalverse!Dust, belongs to @/meimeikyu

Rust

Fiend or Foe Dust, belongs to @/liliallowed

has been corrected ✨

Closure

GOD!Dust (essentially), belongs to @/liliallowed

Melancholy

Dust-Isabella (from Encanto), belongs to @/jadethetsu

Clutter

Dust!Swap Sans, belongs to me, technically @/ant1quarian

Stardust

Dust!Nebula, belongs to @/dzasterdumpterfire

Warden

Bodyguard!Dust, belongs to @/absurdumsid

Sleuth

Spy!Dust, belongs to @/ksopaz

Snore

Snorlax Dust, belongs to @rushin-safire /silly

Loch

Pirate!Dust, belongs to Me (@/ant1quarian)

Crimson and Ashley

Gender!Swap Dragon-esque AU, belongs to @/liliallowed

Treble

Colour!Dust, belongs to @/dzasterdumpterfire

Speckle

Little!Dust, belongs to @/thelunarsystemwrites

Reform

Ref!Dust, belongs to @/sans-wannabe-wife

Popsicle

Popsicle Dust, belongs to @/liliallowed

Harvest

Dust!Reaper Sans, belongs to @/ant1quarian, inspired and sorta designed by @/pika-pika-blog

Reign

Dust!Controltale Sans, belongs to @/ant1quarian

If I have missed any Dusts, simply comment on this post or mention me elsewhere or send me an ask, and your Dust will be added :]

( Also all tags are on this post )

Credit to every single creator and submitter that added to the Dustverse!

I think that's all I've got so far!

Anyone else who wants to add Dust's can send me an ask or interact with me in DM's, because it'll be open until the story eventually finishes! (will be literal years away-)

If I've got any credits incorrect, please do tell me so that I can fix it!