#cafe killer

[boanerges20]

Suzuki TL1000 by Rajputana Custom Motorcycles

[aka-indulgence]

He make coffee for you :]

And now everyone’s going to try 100% harder to get your attention when you come in the cafe

(Inspo from this post)

[ask-the-cat-cafe]

Part 1

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[moonsnqil]

aftg au where bee adopted andrew and later aaron when they were teens. she owns an apple orchard that the twins and occasionally a few of the foxes help run but it's almost harvest season and she needs help prepping everything for the town's fall festivals so she decided to put up a help wanted ad. neil, tired, alone, and running out of options, decides to apply. bee let's him use the renovated barn loft as residence when she learns he's homeless. andrew is wary, his family means everything to him and neil is a flightly little thing that could only bring bad news, but something about neil is familiar. maybe it's how he checks all his exits or how he flinches when people touch him or how he cradles the key bee gave him in his palm like it was a treasure instead of a piece of metal. he asks neil for truths and it's like bleeding a rock but he finds neil is more willing when truth is reciprocated. they spend their days walking down the lines of apple trees, harvesting and talking, and andrew is only a little mesmerized with the way neil's auburn curls blend with the red of the apples and his eyes match the sky like something deliberate, like he was meant to be here. andrew thinks that maybe he doesn't hate how neil looks at him like he's worth something. andrew thinks that maybe he doesn't want to lose this. he's still learning how to accept that not everything is transactional, he doesn't need to make deals to keep people close, hes still figuring out how to want things without the fear of them being snatched away. his mind screams at him to turn away and push any feeling aside but then neil is handing him an apple and smiling and telling him stories he says he's never told anyone else and andrew doesn't think he deserves this but he wants it

[afterartist]

Latest chapter is up let’s goooo

And here are all the images for this chapter in one post (:

[sigsams]

i cant draw cats but man. whenever i see killer's ref pic it makes me so happy

actually killer deserves his own picture he looks better goopy guy is only an addon <3

nm belongs to jokublog

killer belongs to rahafwabas

design(s) to @ask-the-cat-cafe also hmu if yall dont wanna be tagged hdjfkhkss

[somegrumpynerd]

Seeing how the Killer kitty in @ask-the-cat-cafe reacted to Nightmare I just imagine he doesn't get peace anywhere lol

[raptornoturno]

I FINNALY FINISHED🎉🎉🎉

DTIYS for @ask-the-cat-cafe and my first ever dtiys hope you like it

(there are a few references to the blog too)

[boanerges20]

Ducati Testastretta by Hazan Motorworks

[aka-indulgence]

more bad sans cafe au? pretty please 🙏

Nightmare manned the front like he said :]

“Where’d Killer go?”

“he’s on a mandated break, that’s all.”

[insert pic of Killer in family guy death pose]

[howlsofbloodhounds]

hey senpai what do u think abt ccino x killer

i think they could work like they both love cats and stuff and idk if this is an original idea or not but like after nm beats up killers cats maybe he leaves them at ccinos cafe and visits them when hes on missions

and it would be like a slowburn thing i think idk

plus they both were abused by nm altho in different ways i think idk much abt ccinos lore tbh

i think they could be super wholesome but im probably mischaracterizing them so i wanna hear ur thoughtsss

I think it’s cute, although I don’t really see them romantic. Although tbf I don’t see most ships in a romantic light.

I can see them relying on eachother in a sort of “in the same shit basket, you understand” way. The Bad Sanses are not canon, besides maybe Cross and XChara who left eventually anyway—so Killer is all alone with Nightmare canonically.

Besides Ccino, who at least used to be canonically in an abusive toxic relationship with Nightmare. Plus potentially any benefits Nightmare may or may not have by any deals with Ccino or whatever.

I doubt there’d be anything romantic or overly close between the two while Killer is under Nightmare—besides maybe a few brief glimpses of and short interactions with Stage 1, I can’t see Stage 2 being able to connect with Ccino or attach to him nearly at all.

Possibly just recognizes Ccino as Nightmare’s and that he mostly doesn’t bother him too much and isn’t a threat to him, lets him have coffee and cats and doesn’t intrude on his space and force him to interact with him. and is probably too scared of him to get too close or insist that he “eat something” or ask if he can help with any wounds or anything.

And of course Nightmare could’ve possibly ordered Killer to guard and protect Ccino before. Potentially bodyguard x boss’ lover trope 👀 (with the caveat that your bodyguard is basically a killer on a leash and would kill you on command if your boyfriend/lover ever got sick of you.)

honestly maybe Ccino would find Killer creepy and unsettling most of the time, keeping a distrustful distance for his own safety whenever he’s in Stage 2–as Killer would’ve likely warned him to do.

Once Killer is out and away from Nightmare though, safe with Color and healing, and maybe possibly even gets a job with Ccino at his café—perhaps potential for something deeper in an environment where Killer is now mostly safe to be in Stage 1.

[ask-the-cat-cafe]

Wait a minute... KILLER HATES NM??????

He's been through a bit

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[qin-qin16]

XPRESSO

I want to thank, first of all, @inkblottzz for drawing an fanart of this ship! Thanks to them, I have a favorite ship now! I will make a part two of this, I promise!

Okay, okay, what is xpresso? Simple: it's the ship name for Cross and Ccino— Okay, okay! You can stop booing and throwing tomatoes at me! I KNOW THEY'RE A RARE SHIP, I KNOW! BUT READ MY HEADCANONS FIRST BEFORE YOU START THROWING STONES TOO! (I mean, it's like a headcanon/oneshot/my version of how they met??? Anyway, enjoy!)

Cross met Ccino after Killer insisted a lot and dragged him to FluffyTale's Cat Cafe — with a line about it being a neutral universe that wasn't hostile to outsiders and other details that Cross didn't think were necessary to pay attention to;

What he didn't expect was to keep going back there again and again under the excuse of liking the cats — all just to distract Killer and get him to go to the café with him so Cross could admire the barista from afar.

Of course, Killer wasn't an idiot (he just took advantage of the excuse to play with the kittens), and he soon figured out Cross's scheme — especially since the skeleton never paid attention to the cats, always with his white pupils focused on following Ccino.

“So? Aren’t you going to talk to him?” Killer asked one time.

“ No.” Cross replied so quickly that Killer couldn’t hold back the laugh that came out through his nasal cavity.

For many days, it went on like this: with Cross following Ccino from afar with his gaze, like a dog wanting attention but not knowing how to ask (Killer could swear that Cross's little tail wagged much harder every time Ccino waved in their direction with a friendly greeting);

It got to the point where it was painful to see the two interact only with waves — Cross wouldn’t even place his own order for fear of stuttering in front of Ccino!

No one in the café could stand this tension anymore (especially Killer, who seemed to be the third wheel every time he went to the café!). Tired of it and wanting Cross to finally make some progress, Killer decided to give an ultimatum — of course, without informing Cross first;

“I’m going outside for a bit, stay here and order a hot chocolate for me, okay?”

“Wait, wait! You don’t even like hot chocolate!” But Killer had already left, waving too slowly to be considered friendly.

Surrounded by cats and nervously bouncing his leg under the table, Cross used all his self-control not to run away when Ccino started approaching the table — with a small notepad and a pen in his hand.

Cross actually did pretty well (at least he managed to order a hot chocolate without stuttering too much), despite his skull dripping with sweat and his hands clenched into a trembling fist. He was fine, seriously, everything was going smoothly—

“Alright, I’ll be back with your order, pup!” If Cross wasn't purple before, then his entire skull must have been vibrating in violet now.

Ccino wasn’t much different; the only difference was that his blush was orange. And like Cross, he stuttered as he apologized, saying he didn’t remember Cross's name and that he looked like such an anxious puppy every time they locked eyes.

“It’s Cross!” He might not have needed to almost shout his name, but it was enough for Ccino to smile again, repeating Cross's name as if he were savoring something sweet.

“I’ll keep that in mind, thank you.” And he went back to the counter.

Cross could have died of embarrassment at that moment, but he couldn’t help but notice his own tail wagging happily at this small interaction (Ccino knew his name! And he smiled at him!).

They seemed to have a long journey ahead, but apparently, they had already started off well.

[yridenergyridenergy]

It's so much funnier that I didn't win the acrylic of Kyo's regular version. The contrast between him and the other members of sukekiyo is even starker! I'm in no hurry to buy it second-hand.

Cleaned HD scans

[serial-killers-hope]

Waiter one café owner reader X Ronin please

Ah, but of course. I’ll deliver. ~ DP

You and The Devil.

On your seventh shot of espresso, that’s when he worries.

He’s been watching for awhile now… after all, you’re Angel’s favorite cafe owner.

SPOILERS TO LOOK OUT FOR :

- Character names

Enjoy.

Post Mortem Deprivation.

You open up shop for the day, yawning as you let your employees in and consult them for the day. Hands holding a clipboard with a strict sense of urgency. Nothing important today, just how you usually acted. Always helping your coworkers / employees at the sake of your own health. It wasn’t much, but you tried your best after all.

“Alright. Let’s get to work.”

You threw a thumbs up and tied on your apron, nodding as you made your way to the front and inhaled the soft aroma of coffee and baked goods fresh from the bakery in the back that now sat in their respective places. You nod, counting everything and making sure everything was in place.

Ding!

The front door bell rang as it was prompted to, regulars coming in at their usual times and you served with the utmost duty and respect. Of course, there was an odd complaint here and there but they were all fixable and had no problems being fixed for the person who asked.

Your hands worked diligently as you poured cream into a cappuccino, the design making its form on top with your smile obvious with the beautifully done quickness of it all. Then the bell rang again.

“Welcome to Yaoguai!” You called out.

“Demon huh…? Not opposed.” The man who came in whistled slightly, hands in his pockets as he approached the counter.

You placed the drink down, dusting off your hands to smooth out your apron and turned to fully face him. Your steps soft and methodical as you approached the cashier and flashed your usual smile.

“What can I get for you today?”

The man chuckled, his hair plum in color with a beanie that held two faux devil horns. How ironic with your cafe’s name…

“Get me…” he eyed the menu for a bit. “… A London fog.”

You blink for a second, the edginess of the man didn’t seem to exude someone who would like something as smooth and gentle as that drink.

“Alright…” you typed in the order. “Anything else?”

“And a slice of your apple tart. They look absolutely ravishing.”

His voice was like molasses to you, making you shiver somewhat as you nodded and typed in the order. “Name for the order?”

“Ronin.”

You mentally chuckle, thinking about typing his name as Roman for a bit.

The more you looked at him though, you mentally placed him as someone who would like JD from Heathers. It made you want to laugh a bit as you typed in the name.

“Great, that’ll be $20.57.”

Ronin smiles a bit, nodding as he takes out cash and pays with a hum.

“So, what made the owner name the place Demon out of all things?”

“Dunno. I guess it just seemed fitting considering we’re more specialized in dark roasted coffee and such. Plus, the owner loves learning demon theology.”

You didn’t admit you were the owner at first, especially since you didn’t know the man. But he seemed trustworthy… at least for now.

“Ah, no wonder. You know, Maria told me I should come here. Should’ve come here sooner hah.” Ronin laughed slightly. “But hey, worth it.”

You chuckle at his response, moving to pull out a slice of the tart for him and slide it into a box that was dark brown in color with golden motifs and the name of the cafe written in a smooth font.

“You know her? She’s a loyal customer.” You hum. “She’s raves about us on her socials, never have been more proud.”

“She compliments your work a lot.” He grinned, leaning against the counter. You normally would have complained, though it was a rather slow day and hardly anyone was here. “I can see why. You obviously love your job. And you’re cute.” Ronin winks.

“Oh?… Thanks, I guess.” You chuckled awkwardly, taking the drink that had been ordered from one of the employees. Sliding the two items over to him. “Here you go!”

Ronin nodded, turning to take the drink and box.

“Well, thanks for the food.” He sips his drink, shuddering at the warmth as he smiled at you. “And the great drink. Nice meeting ya…” he examined you for a bit. “… Hydrangea.”

You blush at the nickname, watching as the devilish stranger leave with his items and into a beat up car that he seemed to have pride in. It amuses you how nice the man was and how flirty he seemed to be. Maybe it was just how he acted… but it was endearing…

The passing days were a blur for the most part, working as always. Busy and bustling, seeing some regulars and whatnot. Ronin though had been coming often during the low points of the day to order and flirt a bit. It was always nice to see him…

It was a slow day today, your exhaustion heavy as you worked effortlessly to manage the day. No mistakes, perfection.

You were on your eighth cup of coffee today, gulping down the dark liquid and moving as fast as you can to clean up. Hearing the titular ding as per usual.

“Welcome to-“

“Save it Hydrangea. C’mon. Maria told me to force you home.”

Your head immediately snaps over to look at Ronin, your brows furrowed in confusion as you shake your head.

“No, the day isn’t over. I have t-“

“You can have a manager work. You look exhausted hah…”

He wasn’t wrong. You were exhausted, more than ever. Stress had been hitting and it was only a matter of time before you keeled over in deep sleep. You wanted to resist but rest sounded so good at the moment…

“Fine fine.” You roll your eyes, telling Ronin to wait for you there and go to tell the manager who seemed pleased that their boss was going to finally get rest.

You hung up your apron, leaving the room to finally go with Ronin who seemed all too pleased to finally get you to rest.

“Let’s go.” He winked and walked out with you, sliding into the cars drivers seat with you scrambling to get into the passengers seat.

“Now, c’mon. Where do you live?”

[niyanoireee]

little café au doodles. MORE INFO UNDER CUT.

DONT EVEN FRONT WITH ME I LOVE THIS IDEA SM. Core would be the waiter that always gets tipped, does the most work and knows what each person wants. They’d also get paid the least. Cross and Epic would be chefs, Epic is good at one thing and it’s making cookies. But. . any other dessert will not work out. Cross can cook, relatively well, He’s pretty good but sometimes you’ll find like a toy in your food. NOWW for people I didn’t draw, Murder/Dust and Killer would be the delivery people. Murder would take his sweet ass time getting to their house and eating some of the food of the customers order. Killer would get distracted by EVERYTHING he would feed the food to the kitties on the sidewalk. Literally any cat will get food. Neutral Frisk and Reaper Chara would be bartenders, They’d poison your food and chara would NOTT wear shoes. They’d serve you food with their toes. Neutral would probably give you a warm drink. It would have NO ice. Horror and Ink would be the ones transporting supplies for the chefs, Horror would be the lifter of the heavy packages, And Ink would be the really reckless truck driver. LIKE TERRIBLY RECKLESS. I imagine that Error would be the janitor, Because it’s the easiest job, but he’d make swap clean the bathroom for him. Swap would also be a janitor but he’d help around literally everyone else’s jobs so much that he barely does his own. I HAVE SO MANY OTHER IDEAS BUT THATS IT RNN, I’ll draw more when I can.