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FNAF Into the pit got William Afton a new hater..
#myart#chloesimagination#comic#fnaf#five nights at freddy's#fnaf fanart#micheal afton#oswald fnaf#springtrap#william afton#pittrap#into the pit#fnaf itp#sister location#fazbear frights#INTO THE PIT IS SOO FUN#Iâve been playing through it and god I hope they make 50 more of these#I genuinely think all the frights and tales stories can fit into this game style#SO I wanted to draw a lil thing here about Oswald#feel like I gotta draw the lil guy more#THINKING of Oswald and Michael meeting is so funny#they TECHNICALLY both had the same dad for at least a moment#Michael just actually confused of what his âdadâ did#LEAST the nightmare agony version of him#William sucks as a dad EVEN as a weird ghost hallucination
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The parallels between these two haunt me.
#they both made deals with the lords in black to protect the town but their definitions of evil are so different#miss holloways been around long enough to know you canât save everyone but sheâll never stop trying#graceâs close-minded take on humanity is a testament to her naivety and she burns with the passion of a kid who thinks she can do anything#team starkid#hatchetfield#hatchetverse#nerdy prudes must die#npmd#starkid#grace chasity#miss holloway#nightmare time#myart#fanart
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HEART. LUNGS. LIVER. NERVES. HEART. LUNGS. LIVER. NERVES. HEART. LUNGS. LIVER. NERVES. HEART. LUNGS. LIVER. NERVES.
#HEART. LUNGS. LIVER. NERVES.#POV The Nightmare breaks your concentration and Slays You#i mostly drew the nightmare because its where i met voice of the paranoid#i love voice of the paranoid a lot#i love that the terrified voice in my head gets to be Helpful. and ACT#obviously incredibly prime subject to project onto#anyways i really like this game and when i can find the time and energy ive been trying to find all the paths and achievements by myself#so please enjoy my first post of the new year#i will not promise there will be more#i couldnt decide if i like the colors for the hand breaking our concentration so im giving yall both#voice of the paranoid#slay the princess#the nightmare#my art#artists on tumblr#digital art
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Working on something because there are worms in my brain (the rot the rot the rot the rot)
#darkzyx#undertale au#undertale fandom#utmv#nightmare sans#utmv animatic#utmv nightmare#honestly this song can be applied to both cross and night#but letâs see how far my motivation and energy gets me#CURSE YOU CHRONIC FATIGUE LET ME MAKE STUFF
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Transcript:
Never forget that Gabv1el is peak yaoi
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Us smoochin'
God loves this!
*kissy kissy*
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You all need to see the visual for this one.
Similar clip for anyone who hasn't heard it ;)
#gabriel ultrakill#ultrakill#speaking of PEAK can you stop PEAKING the mic bro pls it makes editing a nightmare#who says it like that........ tell me. show yourselves.#its gab 'vee' el. like the word 'bee' with a v instead. or just like the letter V i guess lol#at least thats how i read it#congrats to them both for uh growing lips. love wins.
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#kingdom hearts dream drop distance#khddd#sora#riku#nightmare's end#mirage split#my gif#i was going to write up a whole thing in the tags about my thoughts on this keyblade#but i just know it'll be an incoherent essay because i can't properly articulate my thoughts#the x-blade must be forged through a clash of light and darkness#but i find it so highly significant that sora and riku can create their own keyblade which is so unheard of#this keyblade isn't created with a clash but rather through harmony and balance#not with conflict but with understanding and connection and love#and i always felt as though that's how the x-blade SHOULD be forged. that master xehanort went about it all wrong#because balance and connections are such important themes in these games#it has two handles and looks so regal when combined. all of the shapes feel reminiscent of the x-blade too#it shines so brilliantly with both sora and riku's symbols. the heart and crown which is the iconic logo for the entire series#also the way stained glass is always used to represent hearts. it's so significant!#and yeah the paupu fruit keychain is its own thing to unpack#okay so i ended up writing something anyway but there's still so much more#i just really hope we get to see more of this in future games because it would be shocking if it was nothing more than a cool combo attack
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(DCxDP) The obligations of a rogue versus those of a parent (Pt. 4)
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Tw: descriptions of body horror, Dr. Crane has PTSD and Does Not Realize, Crane has an actual panic attack and just doesnât care, the Riddler makes one (1) sex joke about Batman
Will be crossposted to AO3 eventually
(Pt. 1 here) (Prev here) - (Pt. 5 here)
(Masterlist here)
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Dr. Jonathan Crane is in his lab, the acrid scent of chemicals filling the air, and his hands are shaking.
Dannyâs health, for the first week that he had him, had been steadily improving at an extremely quick rate. However, his healing had begun to stagnate. Danny said that it was because his body had run out of ectoplasm, and that while there was a lot of ambient ectoplasm in Gotham, he needed a stronger type in order to heal.
And so, that led Dr. Crane here.
He had stolen the research notes from the Penguin years ago regarding his experimentation on him.
(He quite vividly remembers the sound of bone creaking and groaning as it twisted, lengthened. The squelching of shifting tendons and muscles, the strange fabric-like tightening of skin. The feeling of going from man to monster, of losing all claim to his humanity.)
Danny had called him Liminal, part ghost. He had said that he was transformed by, among other things, a kind of synthetic ectoplasm.
Danny needed ectoplasm.
Crane had the research notes. He had every ingredient necessary. And yet, attempt after attempt failed.
The chemical smell burns his nose. His hands tremble.
Dr. Crane is not afraid.
He doesnât feel fear anymore. Heâs tried to, many, many times, but nothing has worked. And yet, his hands are shaking still.
(The horrifying sensation of vertebrae pop-pop-popping along his spine, growing and lengthening. The unbearable itching beneath his skin as toxin glands begin to form. The feeling of his teeth sharpening and elongating, of his skull growing, of his vision changing and brightening. The awful stench of chemicals. The awful stench of ectoplasm.)
Jonathan takes careful note of his shaking hands, his blurring vision, his accelerated heart-rate and shallow breathing.
(Human hands. Human vision. Human heart and lungs and organs.)
He takes note of them, but he does not let that distract him from the task at hand. Danny is not a chemist, but Jonathan is.
The boy knows enough about chemistry in theory, but he wonât go anywhere near Craneâs equipment. He seems to have some sort of intense fear of laboratory settings, probably developed during his stay with the GiW, and Crane is willing to respect that, if only because he cannot afford to lose him.
As such, Crane is the only one qualified to do this. And, unfortunately, if he isnât successful the boy may very well die.
He heats the chemicals to precisely the right temperatures, adding each one to its correct container.
Dr. Crane thinks of the Scarebeast, that creature born of cruelty and greed and a sense of superiority. That creature which he tries to ignore is a part of him, that can never be removed. A damage which cannot be undone.
He pours the contents of a small beaker into a larger flask, watching the liquids swirl together. The stench in the air is becoming closer and closer to the one burned into his memory.
Craneâs whole body is wracked with unpleasant sensations. Itâs truly unfortunate, he thinks, that despite his mindâs lack of fear, his body still reacts so harshly.
Jonathanâs eyes wander, eventually settling on a purple and green card sitting innocently on the corner of the table.
Right.
Even if they wiped out the GiW tomorrow, and even if Danny could survive without ectoplasm, he would still be in danger.
Crane has to get him back to good health. Itâs the only way he can be sure that the boy can defend himself properly.
The solution in the flask begins to foam, and Jonathan does not hesitate as he adds the final ingredient. He pours the mixture into a new container, capping it and placing it into a freezer set to -40 degrees.
Hopefully this time he got the timing right.
Jonathan tries to relax, the ventilation in the room slowly but surely clearing the familiar smell from the air.
He thinks of the letter.
Surely, he thinks, that man can come up with some better material for his jokes. Or, at least something new.
Same old threats, same old attempted poisoning.
Aiming his threats at Danny, though, that was new. New and utterly unacceptable.
Scarecrow did what he had to.
He doubted that his solution would last forever, of course, as with that man it never did. As such, he would prepare both himself and Danny for the inevitable moment that his choices came back to bite them.
However, for the moment, they were safe. Danny could rest and recover, and Jonathan could figure out a plan to minimize possible damages.
Jonathan is no longer shaking.
Heâs exhausted. This is his fifth attempt today, and each one leaves an unfortunate strain on his mind and body.
With a sigh, he settles himself into his seat at a nearby desk, opening up his computer and logging his most recent attempt. He still has to wait for it to chill to know if it was successful, but he can always update the logs later.
Once heâs done, he stretches, joints popping loudly as he walks to the freezer.
When he sees the results of his tireless work, the ghost of a smile flits across his face.
Success.
Jonathan picks up the jug of ectoplasm and leaves the lab, which is in all actuality the basement of the new apartment that he moved himself and Danny into after receiving the note. The scrappy old woman who was his landlord had told him that as long as he paid her five hundred dollars up front, she would let him set up in the basement without any questions or cop calls.
And so, the most expensive apartment in the Narrows was his.
At least, he thought, the distance between the basement and the apartment was short enough that Danny didnât have to sit in while he was doing his labwork.
Jonathan knew that he didnât exactly have a strong grasp on the concept of âlab safety,â proven by his built-up immunity to almost every toxic chemical heâd ever encountered, and he doubted that Danny should be around such an environment.
He was back to the apartment quickly, not bothering to hide the self-satisfied smile on his face. Danny is sitting in his armchair, trying to read one of his books. Danny looks up, ready to greet him, when he sees the jug in his hands and pauses.
âIs that..?â
âSynthetic ectoplasm,â Jonathan says proudly, âI found the Penguinâs research notes and decided to recreate it, since you said that you needed it to heal properly. Iâm not sure if itâll work the same as what you usually have, but I hope itâs helpful all the same.â
Danny is standing, now, and looking at Jonathan with a strange look in his eyes. He looks, Jon thinks, like heâs about to cry.
Then Danny is rushing forward and wrapping his arms around Jonathan, his scrawny form shaking.
Jonathan is, for a moment, horrified. Did he do something wrong somehow? Why is this child, whoâs so afraid of touch, hugging him?
And then he hears Dannyâs voice, and he knows that it was all worth it.
âThank you,â heâs mumbling, over and over, âthank you, thank you, thank you, thank you so much.â
âOf course,â Jonathan says softly, because what else can he say?
The boy cries in his arms for a while, and Jonathan briefly wonders what his life must have been like before, if a person like him can be seen as a comforting figure.
Then, Danny pours himself a small glass of the synthetic ectoplasm, putting the rest into the small fridge which had come with the apartment, and he settles back down, sitting in the armchair once again.
Jonathan sits opposite of him, and they chat with one another as Danny drinks.
Danny talks to him about the stars and tells him about different spaceships, and Jonathan makes sure to pay attention and ask the boy questions.
He doesnât miss the way that Danny lights up every time he asks him something about his interests. Heâs so passionate, so smart, a trait that he seldom sees outside of his fellow rogues, and Jonathan wants to encourage that.
ItâsâŠnice. Peaceful, almost.
And then the front door flies open, because Jonathan isnât allowed to have nice things.
âJon,â a familiar voice rings out, âwhat the hell?!â
Danny is frozen in place, clearly terrified.
Jonathan heaves a sigh, turning to face the nuisance whoâs entered his apartment.
âEddie,â he drawls, âto what do I owe the pleasure?â
Edwardâs face is red with anger as he invades Jonathanâs apartment.
âOh, I donât know! Maybe itâs the fact that you sent a bunch of rogues a cryptic message and then dropped off the face of the earth for two weeks! I was worried, Jon!â
Jonathan hums in acknowledgement.
âI didnât think it was that cryptic,â he says, picking up a book in order to pointedly ignore the Riddler.
âOh, of course you didnât, you straw-stuffed hickory dickory dickhead. I swear, youâre alwaysââ he pauses, finally having noticed Danny sitting opposite of Jonathan, ââwho is this?â
âMy apprentice,â Jonathan replies, dreading the upcoming headache he was no doubt going to develop from Edwardâs company, âheâs helping me hunt down the GiW. His name is Danny.â
Edward gasps dramatically.
âYouâan apprentice?! And youâre letting him sit in the old man chair?! You donât even let me sit in the old man chair,â he wails, draping himself over the headrest of the couch with a flourish, âJonathan, I thought I knew you!â
âEdward,â Jonathan says, âget out of my apartment.â
âOh my goodness, this is incredible. Youâre becoming the bat!â
âI am not becoming the bat, Eddie, now get out.â
Edward has a shit-eating grin on his face as he waltzes over to Danny. Danny, who seemed terrified when he first appeared, is now looking at him with obvious amusement written all over his face.
âI mean, look at him! The hair, the eyes, the scrappy build. If you put him in one of those traffic light vigilante costumes, he could easily pass as a Robin!â
âIâm not doing this with you today, Eddie.â
âRiddle me this, Jon: I am a treasure hidden inside of a chest. You can break me, or steal me, or give me a rest. I can flutter, or pound, or attack, or drop, but if you donât have me, youâre certainly fucked. What am I?â
Jonathan pauses for a moment before he groans, dropping his head into his hands.
âEddie.â
Danny sits still, a confused look on his face as he repeats the riddle silently. Then, his face lights up in delight.
âA heart!â
âJon, I like this one,â Edward says with a smile, ruffling Dannyâs hair, âyou are correct! A heart, something that I wasnât aware that our dear Jonathan had!â
âEddie, stop.â
âNo, no,â Edward says, âI was worried about you, you deserve this. I mean, you even missed girls night! You never miss girls night!â
âGirls night?â Danny asks, absolutely delighted.
âOh, of course,â Edward says, sprawling over on the couch, dangerously close to just laying in Jonathanâs lap, âwe have it once a week. Iâm invited because of Selina and Jonâs invited because Harley likes him.â
âAnd what does girls night entail, exactly?â
âEddie,â Jonathan groans, âplease.â
âWell,â Edward hums, âwe usually paint our nails, or watch a movie, or gossip about the other rogues, and occasionally, we tell each other about any âencountersâ we have with Batman,â he says, raising his eyebrows up and down.
Dannyâs jaw drops.
âEdward, shut up,â Jonathan says, an irritated tone in his voice that wasnât there before.
âNo way,â Danny says, âI thought that Batman, like, hated you guys or something. You mean he actually..?â
âOh, the Bat is much like a bottle of liquor or a cheap cigarette, in that he was made to be passed around.â
Danny chokes on air.
âEdward Nygma,â Jonathan hisses, getting out of his seat and looming over the man, âget the hell out.â
Edward pales.
âLeaving, leaving!â Edward says, dashing away from Jonathan. He pauses, turning to flash Danny a quick smile.
âRemember Danny, Iâm your favorite uncle! Not any of the other rogues, me!â
With that, he leaves, the room falling completely silent.
And, as per usual, that silence does not last.
âYou full-named him?â Danny asks gleefully, âand it worked?â
Jonathan just sighs, sitting down on the couch and rubbing at his temples.
âPlease, donât take anything Eddie says seriously. Heâs a moron.â
âDr. Crane, please let me come to girls night with you,â Danny pleads, his eyes sparkling, âI promise I wonât embarrass you.â
Jonathan groans.
âOf course you wonât, Eddie will do it for you.â
âCome on, please?â
âI think weâre a bit busy with the GiW at the moment,â Jonathan snaps. He pauses as he notices the crestfallen expression on Dannyâs face.
This boy is going to be the death of him.
âPerhaps, though, when all that is taken care ofâŠâ
Danny cheers, grinning wildly, and Jonathan is not at all relieved to see him happy again. Certainly not.
The rest of the day is relatively normal.
Danny works on trying to get information from the GiW database while Crane refines his his fear toxin, both preparing for a raid on the GiW base they located in Gotham.
It was only a temporary base, nothing of note, but there was a chance of discovering more bases through it, and that wasnât something either of them were willing to give up.
Still, something like this would take time. Rushing would only lead to failure.
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Late in the night, long after Danny is fast asleep in his room, Jonathan pauses.
The GiW are not the only threat out there. They arenât the only threat to him or to Danny. Perhaps it could be helpful to reach out to someone with greater resources than himself.
He sends a quick message to Red Hood.
Hopefully, he thinks, everything will go smoothly.
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#dcxdp#dc x dp#dp x dc#dpxdc#dp x dc crossover#dc x dp fic#liminal scarecrow#Jonâs PTSD is triggered by the smell of ectoplasm because his life is a nightmare#HDJFNDNDNFKDJF#I am the master of emotional whiplash#rip Jon just trying to have some peace in this fucking house#never gonna happen king đ«Ą#oh also Eddie is not lying that bat can manwhore#and like half the rogues in Gotham know this from experience#and also most of the JL#and some of JL dark#btw Eddie and Jon are besties#theyâre both awful but they make it work#when Jon full-names Eddie that just means that if he doesnât stop whatever heâs doing heâs gonna get a dose of fear toxin#Eddie isnât intimidating enough to full-name anyone so if he gets mad he just bashes whoever in the head with his cane#Jon is the living embodiment of âme and my girl donât argue she bash me in the head with a rock and I walk it off like a manâ#also side note Iâm not doing any ships in this#because I donât want to#they are just Like That#if you wanna read it that way though itâs completely fine#also shoutout 2 that one scriddler fic on ao3 that helped inspire that riddle LMAO
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What would happen if nightmare in dreams body encountered ink
#UTDR#UTMV#Ask#Anon#Freaky friday au#Probably Nightmare's restraint being pushed to it's limits#Ink can't be killed but that doesn't mean he can't try#Leaving it vague so you can decide whether Ink knew all along or can just tell somehow#I know which one I think it is but both are pretty silly so I'm open
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Tbh still thinking about how this worked??? Regardless I'm choosing to believe this is how it went
#sugar doodles#twst fanart#lost in the book with nightmare before christmas#hajimari no halloween#skully x yuu#skully j graves#twst yuu#twst grim#like they were both unable to escape but still able to eat??#idk if it was explained in the vignettes (saving those for the gems) but. a prefect can dream#do you tag spoilers for something plot adjacent that technically didn't happen? asking for me
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Procrastination doodles of sabo for the king sabo au :)
#one piece#sabo#king sabo au#I wonder sometimes if I keep thinking about this au because i like putting my blorbo through crushing existential nightmares#something something. it must feel so wrong to him. to be born like this and know that heâs not suppose to be there#but not having the memories of times in the wild with his brothers to contextualize why he feels wrong or where heâs supposed to be instead#directionless. knowing that he has to exist for some reason but not the reason that everyone around him tells him he should exist for#and continuing to try to bridge the cognitive dissonance through fallacy after fallacy until he is in too deep to escape#anyways. thinking about Him#Him is the academia mentality of âjust keep going and youâll eventually reach the light at the end of the tunnelâ#âbecause youâve tried so hard to get here and surely you must belong here because youâre so academically highly-achievingâ#does that make sense? maybe the parallel is a bit of a reach. I could write an essay about it tbh#I love this au lmao itâs both a lot of projecting and a great chance to be like âgod I can make him so much worseâ
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"so be sure to forgive him ASAP." (Killer accidentally hurting his SO)
What if you don't forgive him? What if he reaches for you dramatically while pretending to grovel and you flinch? If he notices you're tense and silent, not taking your eyes off him- normally he'd love that, but you aren't looking at him lovingly, or even with fond annoyance.
You're afraid, and it's directed at him.
Killer has an alarmingly one-track mind, when it comes to you. He will continue to pester you, every single spare moment he has, with the same big smile and silly energy and loving aura, as if nothing was wrong. It doesn't matter if you're laughing at his jokes or visibly pulling away from him in terror. He keeps going.
You're still scared? More stupid jokes. More apologies. More gifts. More nudging you with his elbow and saying "hey, watch this," before he does something that makes Dust or Horror regret waking up that morning. More smiling. More casually putting his elbow on your shoulder while he's talking to someone else. He will gnaw away at your fear response to him, piece by piece, until you're desensitised and you can start to love him again.
He's a deranged little persistence hunter, addicted to the way your smile fills the huge hole he carved out of himself. He will never let you go.
#llamagines#i can imagine that after a while if youre still not receptive to him the others might step in#killer's insane overzealous devotion actively makes the other bad sanses nervous for his mental state#killer is silly and harmless and funny - until he isnt#like... they'd work both in trying to get killer to calm down and in trying to get you to warm up to him again#axe and dust would do their best to talk him down from his neurotic //i NEED to make them like me or i'll die// moods to give you some room#and nightmare would talk to you to try and solve some of those ongoing fears#bad sanses
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ANGST of Killer Sans, it includes Killer and nightmare in a relationship (Unhealthy/Toxic).
might make some folks uncomfortable maybe, just putting this out there.. (theres a smooching part.)
Maybe the question that Killer was asking in the beginning is something like, "if this is what he really wants." as in if he really wanted to be in a relationship with Nightmare.
sorry that its so short, i just thought this up and did it. (also when he says 'he did it again' that means that he's been silenced by Nightmare again and he just let it happen.)
#undertale au#sans au#sans#undertale aus#utmv#nightmare sans#killer sans#killersans#this is a depiction of an unhealthy relationship#i do not condone the actions#do not try to romanticize this I will block you#angst utmv#saying that this is killermare doesnt feel right#hey why are you changing up?? SHUT UP i enjoy both the depictions and realistic aspect of this unhealthy ship#and I can enjoy them if i were to say that I wanted to make nightmare sans less of a douche#and more understanding and such#I enjoy the FANON and CANON aspects of this ship#and when i say enjoy I mean I like the story that is told#killer sans has D.I.D
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Ghost Chef 1 stronger than me. i woulda quit my damn job or conveniently placed a cleaver into one of my essential internal organs
#I KNOW THAT KITCHEN LOUUUUD ASF#next floyd plays a fun game called can sebek dodge all the knives i throw at him#nightmare crucible lineup#IM KIDDING I LOVE THEM BOTH TEEHEE <3#twisted wonderland#twst#sebek zigvolt#floyd leech#fanart#memes#meme#culinary crucible#shitpost#LITERAL shitpost#sorry for how messy it is i wasnt going to do it all ine one go and i have to wake up in 3 hours just dont zoom in that closely LMFAO#i saw a pic earlier of malleus and leona both turning away from their plates in disgust#im imagining sebeks reaction LIKE PLEASE HED FUCKIJG EVAPORATE#also special shoutout to papyrus undertale for giving me the skills to draw ghost chef#hyuckscraps
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Just two normal youth camp leaders đđđ
#this took so long#im relatively happy with it though#also i can draw kim now!!#i need to draw miss holloway again after that revelation#jon is easy because his eyes are both constantly nervous and constantly insane#also hands fucking suck dude#hatchetfield#hatchetverse#starkid#team starkid#starkid productions#nightmare time#nightmare time 2#abstinence camp#girl jeri#boy jerry#tw blood#cw blood
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why has no one done the nasty dog trend thingy with killer being the subject. its always killer thirsting on everyone else even though the lyrics fit killer too.
âGet your mangy ass onâ heâd say something like that shit. just look at the disdain he holds for swap
âme and cat mamaâ heâs literally a cat dad.
âback to the kitty cause sheâs kinda prettyâ not only cat dad, he is literally PRETTY. he is pretty do you hear me
yeah sure whatever killer is thirsty or flirtatious or whatever and a nasty dog.
no more of killer thirsting after everyone else more of people wanting killerâs attention or affection and not fucking getting it because whoever is not even noteworthy of his curiosity his ass is hard to get and not even intentionally he just doesnât care enough to pay whoever any attention
#cw suggestive#the lyrics are#it can work both ways w/ killer and I see no one acknowledging that#I am spreading my killer is desirable but no one can ever really catch his attention agenda#nasty dog#utmv#sans au#sans aus#killer sans#killer!sans#killertale#undertale au#killertale sans#undertale something new#undertalesomethingnew#something new sans#something new au#something new#he probably believes his ass his superior for not succumbing to emotions like lust or love lmao#sanscest#sansshipping#mirrorshipping#but once you get his attention good luck getting rid of him lmao#and sometimes youâd even regret getting his attention#color would know#bad sanses#bad sans gang#nightmareâs gang#nightmares gang
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Hereâs that Nightmare and Delta and Killer interaction I wantedâŠ
#art#undertale au#undertale#undertale art#fanart#utmv#nightmare sans#killer sans#delta sans#very not canon compliant#again..#might make this one an ongoing thing#cus I think itâs funny#also random thought but I imagine Killer is way less self actualized#and constantly refers to himself as âweâ or âusâ bcus he doesnât see himself and chara as their own person#persons?#while delta and bravery can separate themselves really well#but killer doesnât understand allat and usually refers to the two as âthemâ as in both of them#not a ship
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