#ccino x reaper

[cakesmelons]

Can you do Reaper x Ccino? Aka Black Coffee

I saw the ship on tiktok and got convinced lol

Great, NOW I'M CONVINCED! look what u did anon. smh.

(ty i love this ship now <3)

[orange-artblog]

The Blackcoffee kid Hēi Kāfēi (now outdated again)

@someonethatlives did him w me uwu

and him without the jacket

Køn is here , Silkie here

[fallenasleepyetagain]

Coffee - Reaper/Ccino Fic

Prompt: Getting Back Together

Prompt from: @yearoftheotpevent

Media: UTMV/Undertale AUs

Genres: Fluff, pre-established relationship, getting back together, Ccino has many many many cats, Human AU, death touch

Characters: Reaper (Reapertale!Sans), Ccino, Reapertale!Papyrus (mentioned), Dream (mentioned), and a variety of cats.

CW/TW - Many mentions of death and people dying, although not in detail and pet death.

Rarepair Suggested by @lemonberyy tysm <3

Word Count: 3143

There was nothing the God of Death wanted more than a hot, steaming cup of coffee. His job wasn’t an easy one, it was only natural that he would want a pick-me up every so often. However, today was particularly cumbersome. Contrary to popular belief, it was not he who decided when someone would die. He was simply the guide to the afterlife. Yes, he reaped souls, but only when it was their time. Unlike his brother, Papyrus, who took those who died painlessly, those who have no malice in their hearts and no will to stay in the world of the living anymore. He was not so lucky. His job, the one he had to do although did not want to, was to take those whose final moments were full of pain and anger. Deaths that happened prematurely, and disturbingly.

It was always rough, no matter the day. Many days were spent consoling children who died young, and placating those full of malice and vengeance with the belief that their lives were taken too soon. He was often left working overtime, getting caught up with ghosts who either didn’t realize what had happened, or were full of grief and strife, wandering the world with no end in sight. Despite how used to the routine he became, there was always the pity, the sadness, he felt whenever he had to guide a small, frightened child soul into the afterlife. More often than not, they blamed themselves for their death. He always thought that he had grown numb to it all, he was there to do a job after all. He was not.

And today has been filled with those types of deaths. He was particularly exhausted, and a cup of burning hot black coffee sounded amazing. There was one coffee shop that he had not been to in a long time, but made the best coffee. It was a small place, it had cats and one cutie of a barista. The barista, who was also the owner of the shop, knew him well. They were close for a while but both of their jobs separated them. An anti-climatic ending to their relationship, to be honest.

Reaper, for that was the God of Death’s name, appeared across the street. It was an urban area, although much quieter than the average city. His form shifted rapidly, trying to find one that would be suitable. He had many forms that he could take, depending on who he was with and what they perceived Death to be. More often than not, he took the form of a skeleton. A black cloak and a large scythe as his weapon. If he had to choose a “default” form, then that would be it. Although, for such a place, he would have to take another.

If he were a mortal, it would’ve been a ballsy move to cross the street, it being busy and two lanes. But for a God of Death, he had no need to fear being hit by a car. His cloak became a dark, leather trench coat that went past his knees, muscle and dark brown skin folding over his bones. The scythe which was on him always became silver earrings in newly formed ears, and silver rings that glittered in the light. The hood that often shielded his face became black hair that sat in loose curls. His hair, which he always got used to having relatively quickly, often fell in front of his face. He made no bother to move it. He was now a bonafide human. Well, almost.

Of course, no matter the form he was still a God. And he looked it too. There was an uncanny feeling about him. When Toriel, the Goddess of Life and the Hearth, made her mortal appearance, she attracted those to her. He, however, unnerved those around him. Mortals feared death. They could not understand it. Even in his mortal form did he appear uncanny and frightening to those not used to his appearance. And even if they were? His sunken-in eyes and black scleras, his boney appearance, and general demeanor often set off their uncanny valley.

Reaching the other side of the street was no problem, standing in front of the doors, cats in the windows and looking at him in anticipation. Not out of fear, but because they knew him. It had been a long time since he last came into the shop. He went to push open the door, but he hesitated. It was a bit silly, a God such as he hesitating. But he couldn’t help but feel nervous, butterflies bashing against his stomach. It had been so long, could the owner, the barista, have forgotten?

Reaper would have liked to slip in nearly undetected but the gentle ringing of a bell as the door opened gave him away. There was no going back now. He walked over to the counter with a swagger that he didn’t really have. If he was anyone else, the cats would have walked up to him and rubbed against his legs, purring. However, even the animals could sense what he was, even in his mortal appearance.

“Just a moment!” A voice called from the back. That made Reaper feel a little better. The owner hadn’t seen him hesitate outside. Across the room from the entrance was a counter, similar to a bar. If Reaper was remembering correctly, the building was originally a bar, and the owner had bought it out and renovated it. It now being a quaint cat coffee shop.

Reaper wasn’t sure why he continued to call the owner as “the owner” in his head. He knew the name of him, they used to be close. Very close. It was pointless to continue that line of thought. Ccino was his name, and he was very creative and sweet. His renovations to the bar were incredible. From the wallpaper to the decorations, it was an aesthetic dream. With the cute and friendly cats and the welcoming smell of coffee, just stepping into the cafe would put you at ease. And on top of all that, the coffee served was fresh and Reaper hadn’t found a better place in the Multiverse.

Plus, Ccino was a real cutie, which was the cherry on top.

“Sorry, today’s been slow and,” Ccino cut himself off as he appeared behind the counter, slipping his gloves on his hands. No words were said for a long while, his dark brown eyes not moving from Reaper’s pitch black ones.

“...Hi.”

“Hey.”

There was an awkward silence as they just looked at each other, unsure of where to start the conversation.

“Would you like your usual?” “Do you remember it?”

“Of course!” Ccino clasped his hands together, smiling. Reaper missed that smile. It was as if Ccino went on auto-pilot as he began to make Reaper’s order. There was never a time when Reaper ordered something else than what he normally did. He always got an iced coffee, a caramel macchiato with an extra shot of espresso to get him going. Even when he was going to a place where the temperatures barely went above freezing, if he was able to bring a coffee, he would. And if it was Ccino’s coffee? Then it chilled him more than any cold temperature could.

He wasn’t sure what it was about the coffee that Ccino made that made it better than others. Perhaps he made it with love. Reaper snickered at his sappy train of thought. As he did so, he realized that he had been staring at Ccino, resting his head in his hand. Ccino glanced over, and smiled back at him.

“How have you been?” Reaper perked up, surprised at the question.

“You know how it is. Workings’ a drag but someone’s gotta do it.” He chuckled slightly, although he knew that Ccino could see his tired eyes and the weight that came with them. Ccino could only give him a sympathetic smile in response. How could one confort a literal God? Despite the daunting task, Ccino knew his way around it. Just making him coffee was comfort enough. “How about you? How’ve the cats been?”

“Hm? Oh! Work has been fine. Business has been a little slow this week, but that happens sometimes. Espresso gave birth to a litter recently! I don’t let them into the cafe until they’re a bit older and litter trained, but they’re all very cute. I can show you them if you’d like.”

“I appreciate it but, ah, I got a detailed explanation of them from Tori.”

Ccino flushed for a moment, brushing back his blonde hair to behind his ear. “I didn’t realize that she…handled those types of things.”

“She’s the Goddess of Life, anything living she handles.” Reaper laughed, his eyes drifting next to Ccino, where a ghostly tabby cat floated by his shoulder, purring wildly. Seeing ghosts was part of his job, but it was always bittersweet to see the ghosts of pets curled up on their owners lap, or trying their best to comfort them when they had passed, to little avail. He would have to reap that poor tabby eventually.

“...Have you seen Swirls? He..um, passed away a few weeks ago.” The break in Ccino’s voice was obvious. Reaper tried not to get too attached to just about anything, but Ccino was the opposite of him in that regard. Not like Reaper could blame him. He loved his cats, and held them close to his heart. He knew all of their names, even the ones that looked similar. He could tell you what toys they loved, what treats they liked and those that they refused to eat. These cats adored him, as he often raised them from birth. Reaper commended him for it. Running both a coffee shop and taking care of a billion cats was not an easy feat. Ccino’s heart always broke when one passed. He knew that was the nature of things, but he couldn’t help it. His heart was big, and it was one of the many things Reaper loved about him.

“He’s still here. With you. I haven’t gotten to him yet.”

“When do you…?”

Reaper shrugged, although what followed the nonchalant action was something Ccino wasn’t expecting, “Whenever he, or, more accurately you, feel ready. Allow yourself to grieve a bit more Ccino.”

Ccino smiled at him, taking a second to collect himself before finishing off Reaper’s coffee. The ghostly cat trotted through the cabinets and brushed against his legs. Unlike mortals, he could feel it when ghosts and other apparitions touched him. Very few mortals had this ability: to commune and interact with the dead.

The coffee was set down in front of him, and once they had both made sure that their hands wouldn’t touch, Reaper picked it up. He took a big swig of it, feeling the cold coffee trail down his throat. His eyes shut as he did so, and he didn’t see the fact that Ccino hadn’t moved. Instead he leaned closer to Reaper.

“What happened to us?”

Reaper nearly choked on his coffee at the question. He coughed, holding a hand up to cover his mouth. Ccino looked at him with concerned, large eyes. The smile that was usually on his face was lost.

“Wha-” He wheezed, “What do you mean?”

“Well…” Ccino paused, clearly contemplating having this conversation at all. He wasn’t the type for confrontation. Having any heavy conversation was difficult for him, and Reaper knew it. The fact that he had been the one to start it told Reaper that it was important, very important. Reaper set the cup of coffee down, waiting. Ccino took a breath, hiding behind his sweater for a moment.

“We were, um, dating, and then we weren’t, and then you came back in here and it’s as if no time has passed at all.” The tone of his voice didn’t sound upset with Reaper for coming back in. Quite the opposite, actually. He sounded like he was a little relieved about nothing changing.

“Work, I guess? We both got busy, me with my job, you with yours. We were together at a bad time.” He shrugged, taking a sip of the coffee, “Nothing wrong with that.”

As Ccino scratched the neck of a fluffy maine coon who had jumped up on the counter, he nodded. Usually the cats weren’t allowed on the counter due to health and safety, but sometimes Ccino was a little lenient about it. Especially when the only customer was Reaper, someone who was not only not allergic to cats, but also couldn’t die. The cat, who was named Melon (NOT Ccino’s idea, by the way. It was given to him by the son of a long time customer when Melon was first born. How could he say no?), purred under his touch. His eyes drifted from the door over to Reaper’s face. Reaper had a face that unnerved the majority of people. And when they had first met, it unnerved Ccino too.

Ccino remembered that day very clearly, how could he not? Reaper had come in not five minutes after Dream, a good friend of his who was also the elusive Guardian of Positivity, had left. Perhaps it was a coincidence or maybe word spread around of his cafe from Dream. Regardless, he had been visited by two different god-like beings that day. The first time Reaper came to visit, the cats hated him. They hissed and they scratched the air in his general direction, although never actually getting near him. The other customers who were in the building also felt the aura of tension and fear that he brought. Many of them left, heads down and avoiding looking at him. Only a couple people remained in the building, although Ccino could tell that they wanted to leave as well.

Despite how nervous Reaper had made him feel initially, Ccino swallowed his fear and asked him what he wanted once he had sat down. He was wearing the same outfit that he always did, and his hair fell in the same way on his face. It was impressive how he got that. Ccino would learn that Reaper was a creature of habit, sitting in the same spot every time, wearing the same outfit, and ordering the same coffee every time. Their first meeting, despite everything stacked against Reaper, went exceptionally well. Even though Reaper still frightened him, his lax posture and nonchalant demeanor put Ccino at ease. As Ccino made the first caramel macchiato of many, they began talking.

At first it was a bit odd. A God and a mortal had little in common, so the fact that the conversation they had went well was a surprise. Ccino found Reaper hilarious, with his quick wit and dry humor. And on the other hand, Reaper just enjoyed talking to Ccino. He was kind, chipper, and didn’t cower before Reaper. Being the literal embodiment often had people begging for their lives. Sometimes he just wanted a coffee, he never meant to traumatize the poor souls working at whatever coffee store was available.

It took only a couple more visits for Ccino to stop being surprised at his arrival, or for asking what he wanted. Ccino picked up on the “same drink every time” quirk Reaper had. They developed a friendship relatively quickly and eventually Reaper started flirting with him. Ccino flirted back…in his own way. Unlike the God of Death who appeared to have little or no inhibitions, Ccino was more subtle. Adding little hearts to his cups and other things like that. Despite never actually saying anything in person, they both knew that they were dating. Or at least in some sort of way. Ccino even asked to confirm it. Ccino had to admit that while at first he was unnerved by Reaper’s face, he learned to love it. The God’s face was uncanny, sure, but was just as alluring to look at. To find all of the features in it that he hadn’t seen before. He loved all of Reaper, to be honest.

And then they just…stopped talking. Reaper got busy and Ccino really had no way to contact him, and he had gotten busy as well. It had been a few weeks since Reaper’s last visit, and they had managed to pick off like nothing had ever happened. 

“...Reaper?”

Reaper removed the cup from his lips, black eyes looking up through his black hair. “Yeah?”

“Would you,” Ccino’s cheeks flushed, and he hid it by picking Melon up and putting him back down on the floor. The cat meowed in annoyance but trotted off to do other cat things anyway. He then began to clean his work area to keep his hands busy and his eyes away from meeting Reaper’s. “Would you like to try again?” “Try again?” Reaper repeated, his voice soft. A grin grew on his face and he leaned forward. Ccino gasped as their faces were very close, and he could feel Reaper’s faint breathing on his nose. 

“I would like that. A lot, actually.” Reaper smiled at him.

“I would like it too.” Ccino whispered, fidgeting with his fingers as he did so.

“Great!” Reaper clasped his hands together, in a manner that was oddly cheery for him. Ccino felt like he was going to pull something. Which, in all fairness, was he about to do. “We should kiss to celebrate.”

“What?”

The incredulous look that Ccino gave him only made Reaper’s grin widen. Ccino knew that he was joking, although he didn’t know how just yet. The hardest part about being friends, much more partners, with the God of Death, was that physical contact was out of the question. A single brush on a hand would spell the end. Although he didn’t expect at all what Reaper actually did.

Ccino put a hand up to his hand and snickered. From across the counter Reaper had hunched down slightly, rustling around in his pockets for…something. Slowly, he pushed a small chocolate kiss across the counter. Ccino laughed and took it from him once his hands were far away. Once he unwrapped it, he put the chocolate in his mouth, allowing himself to savor it. He never really got chocolate all that often. Since cats tended to eat whatever he ate and chocolate wasn’t exactly good for them.

“Would you like another for the road?”

To Reaper’s surprise, Ccino had noticed the empty cup before he did. Maybe it was because of him working in a literal coffee shop but he sort of had a natural sense for that sort of thing. 

“Oh, hah, yeah I would.”

“I’ll get right on it then!” Ccino chirped, smiling at him. 

Reaper felt his heart begin to race for the first time in a while.

[orange-dreamzer]

( outdated )

•Hēi Kāfēi•

-He is 22 years old

-He‘s 198cm(almost 2meters, or 6‘5feet)

-He‘s male

-He‘s pansexual

-He‘s an ambivert

-Bday is on 26th April

-Personality:

Hēi is a very kind adult.

He is also very calm and tries to solve his problems without getting stressed.

Facts:

-Hēi always wanted to have brothers. His parents, however, did not.

-His eyes turn black when experiencing a negative emotion

-Hēi's favorite food is sweet bread and seasoning(pure).

-Hēi's favorita drink is capuccino(so is Reaper's *gets shot*)

-He is very strong.

-Hēi wouldn't hurt anyone, not even a single fly.

-He is vegetarian

-He has basic Sans powers like bones, gaster blasters, blue attack and telekinesis. He‘s just not good at these because he didn‘t get to practice and/or train as much as others.

-He calls Ccino „papa“ or „father“ and Reaper „dad“(sometimes mom to mock him or joke)

-He and his mom have a lot of stupid conversations.

-Hēi doesn't want to be a reaper like his mom. He actually wants to have his own coffee shop. And his crows would stay around the clients like Ccino's cats.

-Hēi is good friends with Geno.

-Hēi is the son of an alternate timeline Ccino, as there is another Ccino who is married to Dream., which makes him a bit of a half-sibling to Caramel and Latte in a way.

Out of context:

-If they knew each other, Hēi and Xtitch would be good friends.

A conversation of theirs about their lovers could go like;

Hēi and Xtitch would talk about their lovers like that:

Hēi: I'm so gay for them...

Xtitch: Me too...

*both sigh dreamily*

-Hēi is close to his father Ccino. Ccino always likes to talk to his son and tell him how much he grew up.And Ccino also likes to take care of him even though he's already an adult.

But Hēi loves spending more time with Reaper. These two are pretty goofy and dumb together, and they look like they have to share a braincell so they're mostly inseparable. Oh, and Reaper likes to be carried by his child. Hēi and Reaper also tell each other a lot of jokes.

-When he was a kid, he came to Hēi‘s timeline to take advantage of his father's negativity. Hēi would try to stop him, but he would only gain one new victim, because children are very easy to traumatize, right? There were times when Hēi was still small when he would annoy him, then he would hurt him.

-He traumatized Hēi a lot. This made him feel insecure about himself and not feel enough for things. It also made him think he was just a burden on both of his parents for quite a while. Currently, he tries to forget about the past, but he still worries about him coming back.

-Because of these insecurities, Hēi tends to stay at Køn and Silkie‘s house(s) as they encourage him a lot and make him feel better about his scars. But he spends a lot more time at Ccino and Reaper's house, as he enjoys, and sometimes prefers, their company.

-Hēi usually wears clothes that cover more of his body, because he doesn't think he's beautiful enough to show his body. Later, Køn encouraged him to wear shorter and more revealing clothes.

-He enjoys spending time with his romantic partners.

-Hei had an almost life threatening accident from which Silkie saved him from, which is how Hei fell in love with Silkie.

-When he's embarrassed, he has the habit of covering his face with his wings. Køn tends to start playing with them when he does this, which embarrasses him even more.

-Everyone around him calls him innocent for not understanding „sexually meant jokes.“

-Hēi can be very stubborn at times, (example: he insists on saying he needs to do things alone)

-Hēi is very friendly with anyone.

-He feels really good around kind people as well.

-(not very) Surprisingly, Hēi can be kind of lazy, but only when he really wants to.

-No one knows it, except for Køn and Silkie, but he's quite flirtatious like his dad Reaper.

-He has already heard his father flirt with Ccino several times, so he learned how to flirt because of that

-Hēi can be very goofy and silly sometimes.

That's because he's not the smartest person in the world, and he usually talks and does silly things. (bird brain bc of his dad istg)

-Oh, and did I tell you he's a mega big simp? Well, he is.

-He can't fall in love with anyone because if he does he starts thinking about them all the time. (rip him bc he has a gf and a gf/bf)

-He has slight death touch like reaper, which can usually be held back with a lot of gloves

-Hēi has his own scythe, but he doesn't use it as much because he doesn't see the need to use it.

-Insomniac, mostly out of fear of him returning and attacking his father..

-He has nightmares of him returning and about all the things he did with him and his father, Ccino.

-He has depression and is insecure with a lot of thing about himself.

-Also he‘s the malewife<3

-He has only 9 fingers because of something that happened because of him.

-In his house, Hēi has an area where he has several crows. And in that area he takes care of them all. Of course, he lets them hang around his house as well, but Ccino doesn‘t really like that.

Fun fact: he is afraid of scarecrows

-Hēi can play the flute. The sound of his flute makes him attract his crows.

-He plays the flute when he‘s really bored or lonely. Usually it‘s the same song to get his crow friends to come over, as they seem to enjoy that one.

-He has a strange habit of trying to balance his flute with his nose. Often his mom does it with him, just that Reaper balances his scythe.

-Hēi has several stuffed animals in his room. He only shows them to the people he trusts the most, because he had used his naivety and destroyed the thing bringing him comfort and happiness before him, tearing everything to shreds.

-Hēi, when at home, wears raven pajamas. Because the pajamas already have two(2) wings sewn onto them, he played like he always had four(4) wings. He stopped after he was 16.

-He doesn‘t like water.

-Hēi dislikes dogs. He finds them too loud and their barks scary.

-Hēi likes to read all kinds of books.

-Hēi sews. Usually he makes clothes for his crows.

-He likes chocolate, a bit too much.

-He also has nipple piercings<3

-When he gets nervous or anxious at home, he usually bites ice to calm down.

Hēi really, really hates him. So when he found out that he was his girlfriend’s father, well, he wasn‘t very happy…

[forgettingcrowbin]

Uhhhh quick thing to get me out of artblock,,, au where Brothers turn into a tree 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↔️

Next order of business is the final dtiys doodles, and a few silly things I have planned 😳🤭❤️❤️

[spotaus]

Hi I love your art it's really awesome and if it's okay can you draw reaper sans x Dream. I see reaper as the coffee loving flirt and Dream as the sweet and easily flustered boy also I hope your doing well :3

Hi! Thank you bunches, I'm glad to hear you enjoy what I've got going here! And I'm doing great!

As per your request, here's some silly lil guys! :D

I think their pairing is actually really cute, even though I've never looked too far into it! I hope I got their vibes right 🙏 all I could think about was Dream trying so hard to be Serious and Responsible but turning into a flustered awkward lil guy when Reaper turns up <3

Thanks a bunch for requesting! Hope ya have a lovely day 🫡

[cancanmiau]

Displays of affection (Couples) + Epic

[bluepr1ntyy]

I think shipkids are neat, I think they should have their own silly community

Gladiouls by @vanglaggle

Lavender by @m1lkt00th

Mochaccino by @qin-qin16

[emyartblog]

Here's my ship list

This was made by @satouu_nee on twitter :>

[tripled0531]

*poff in* *give everyone their favorite snack and chocolate* *give roses to Reaper* Give them to Geno. Early Valentine's Day! *poff away*

The kids appreciated the chocolates and snacks ^^ (And Reaper appreciated the roses ;>)

[lucid-cups]

so today i put as many sanses on a wheel as i could remember, and spun it to make 'shipchildren' of the two i got. not actually personally shipping them lol, did this purely for designs to start, we have Macchi, or Ink x Ccino

T0n1c (tonic), Reaper x Fresh

Cerise, Dust x Lust

and finally Pulsar, Outer x Fell

[blobbyblogsdraws]

Continuing on with my Zoo!verse au. I would continue on with the other sanses since I got time. But what I know now is that I guess the rescue thing would be a rescue shelter/ sanctuary. Think of some thing like the encanto house mixed with the average sanctuary. There’s separate territory’s and it’s mostly a house where Ccino lives and then a large backyard into the woods with a wire fence.

The right side of the house belongs to the Bad sanses, the left side is for the Star sanses along with the Council of sanses(aka most of the animals) and the rest is free land other then the one hallway in the front of the building that no one can go through that belongs to Error. No other reason then that’s the place where sunlight comes the most and the perfect place for any napping. Anyone who tries to enter will get a facefull of claws.

The star sanses,

Ink: he would be like a parrot, loud, idiotic, and annoying beyond reason. He would swoop around and come by to screech songs that never get to the good part. None of the animals actually like him, but Ccino seems to enjoy his presence and so that pushes them to somewhat deal with him. He would be a common parrot that’s mostly white with an ombré of colors on his feathers. He is not actually a rescue, but he lives with the nice lady across the street, Fate and her sister Destiny.

(No one other the ink knows but Error actually lives there too, belonging to Destiny. However he would never admit it as then he would be associated with Ink and the only reason he comes to the rescue building is to get away from him.Error is here so often his hallway has personal cat trees and beds just for him with his own private food bowl)

Swap: I would say he would be a Border Collie who got surrendered when his old family changed him for a newer puppy (Blueberry) that was more social since he was getting older and seemed to lose the puppy hyperactivity. Out of pitty the shelter let Ccino adopt him, so while he would play with Dream and some of the other animals, he would prefer some alone time. Having such abandonment issues he finds himself in Errors ‘territory’ due to its calm and quiet nature , and by that the common areas that people seem to find him in, and often avoid to not get scratches.

I would think he would be tolerated by Error since he was one of the few animals who seemed to not push his boundaries every second they had. Swap rarely spoke to him and would go out of his way to not touch him, keeping a good distance from the feline. This had won him the respect of being allowed in Errors napping spots and thus. It was also helpful that Swap seemed to know the ‘slow blink’ rule.

Dream: I would say that he is just like Nightmare, a mix of Dire wolf and British Columbia, however he was born with a defect that made him have whiter and yellower fur. His ears are flopped to that triangle shape and he seemed to be an inch taller then Nightmare surprisingly, though it might be due to Nightmare slouching a bit. Having such a cute and warm appearance meant he was quite the star of the show for the most part. He keeps to himself but would be often found dragged into activities with many creatures, and would help anyone when asked.

However he finds himself wanting to befriend the most unbefriendable person at the sanctuary. The freaking tuxedo cat himself, Error himself. It takes a year but Dream successfully made Error his friend, and Error like him. No one wants to burst his bubble by telling him it’s because Error sees him as a walking heater.

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The others:

Reaper: I’m not gonna make it a pun, but he’s a raven, nothing else to be said. He enjoys to swoop in and steal the food from others. But keeps to himself and many people find him in the nurses office with the chronic illness patient Geno, he doesn’t talk much but seems to enjoy learning the news of the day from Reaper

Geno would be a common household cat born albino. Was taken in after suffering many injuries and illnesses over the years after his old family passed away during a robbery. He is permanently bedridden and has to be on meds 24/7. Ccino won’t let up on him though and tries his best to help him get better.

Reaper seems to try his best to keep him going, coming by everyday to see his condition.

One time Geno needed to wear the cone of shame and to make him feel better he squawked at Ccino until he put a smaller cone onto his head, but ended up facing his body instead to not block his way while eating. Luckily it made Geno feel better about it.

Fell: he’s a mutt, riddled with scars and probably has rabies, however he seems to behave around the bad sanses. His brother Edge seems to avoid any association with him by walking off most of the time. He keeps to himself when he’s not trying to fight people or rematch Swap, likes to sleep most of all and Ccino can’t stop him from snatching the mustard every time he tries to make hotdogs.

Non the less the sanctuary is a amazing place and it seems to have every type of purpose for each of the animals that reside there.

[ant1quarian]

Hiraeth - Avian!Reader x Sanses

Featuring: Ccino, Reaper, and Fresh.

Beware, there will be lots of violence, and from this point onwards you are proceeding at your own risk :]

There's a lot of Avian lore there, and I can confirm that I do genuinely have other Sanses being alterni-fied into these species.

Like my Avian Sanses also have a Cosmos (Space Avian) version.

[orange-artblog]

woo redesign!!! Chai here u go o7

alternate and also cozy version :p

changed his name (no longer liked his old one) but the most of it stayed the same :3

all characters belong strictly to me ; text post (may be dropped soon)

Silkie // Phobe

[coolingrosa]

When ur dad is so deep in grief you have to take his job for a bit.

[minasartblock]

I'm so lucky that fluffynight is canon I have to evaluate this but also toxic fluffynight really annoys me so ccino deserves someone better and that person will be reaper B)

(My mind is gone)

But it makes sense. Reaper loves coffee and Ccino would be the best boyfriend for him!! Fiction writers should take this into consideration 😒