#implied colorkiller

[wickjump]

woah… i think this is the first dtiys entry i’ve ever done LETS GO??? anyway !!!!!!

entry for @ozziethegreat’s DTIYS!!!!

he’s taking care of killer’s cats,, but the orange one is his own!!!!don’t worry they won’t fall into the void they’re magic cats who can’t die because i said so.theywill not fall and are perfectly fine

[dseval]

Nth day of not knowing what I'm drawing

Small doodle btw

Just got better and was listening to my playlist of old vocaloid songs then Butterfly On The Right Shoulder came up and I suddenly remembered someone mentioned something about Color being butterfly coded and my mind instantly screamed COLORKILLER (even though I think the song has nothing to do with ColorKiller)

Color is only implied here though, if that is not obvious

Thanks guys bye

Killer Sans by Rahafwabas

Color Sans (again, implied) by Superyoumna

[what-have-i-unleashed]

dating start!

the promised "mermaid-coded dust going on a date" fic. everything is fine i swear :)

unbeta-ed as always. writing as i think and feel so uh might be bad.

(cw: unhealthy relationships, obsession, dissociation, if more please tell me)

cross is starting to think this is a punishment nightmare has given to him.

just the day before, the immortal told him that he has other important business to attend to, so his usual "date" with dust would be delegated to cross now. then he left without even confirming if cross heard him.

and now cross is standing at a theme park in a positive universe, sweating nervously as he occasionally looks to his side where dust is. dust is quiet as usual - the eye bags under his socket seems to get more and more prominent. he stares ahead, his gaze glassy as if he doesn't even know where he is currently. at least his clothes are... presentable - a white turtleneck, a pair of shorts, some clean blood-free sneakers for once, and a black hooded jacket covering his face. cross shuffles his feet nervously when his eyes land on the newly bandaged side of dust's skull, covering his right eye. dust's hands are similarly wrapped in dressings, probably from the punishment nightmare gave him a few days ago. cross hesitates over holding dust's hand to guide him around, mostly because he fears how the unnervingly docile skeleton will react.

"uh," he stutters, trying to catch dust's attention, "you- uh, you want some nice cream? i think they have some right there."

cross jerks his thumb to the ice cream stand a few feet from them. dust doesn't give a clue as to whether he's heard him or not, but cross hurries to the stand anyway, unable to stay at one spot any longer.

"two nice creams, please," he says to the rabbit monster, who happily greets him. as he waits for the goods, cross sneaks glances back at dust, who's still standing there unmoving. it would be a bit concerning if cross hadn't been familiar with dust's behaviors for a while.

"for you and your date."

cross jumps, meekly saying thank you to the vendor without trying to correct the assumption. he runs back to dust and gives him a nice cream, which dust thankfully accepts. they walk in silence as both eat the treats. walking close to each other but not too close.

cross feels himself relax somewhat. the atmosphere is getting to him, the joy and festivity of the place is infectious. there were multiple attractions and sites to behold, and the occasional mascot interaction is fun to witness from afar.

he pulls dust to ride the ferris wheel with him, giving him the chance to see the beautiful scenery from above. he gently nudges at dust to look, and the skeleton reluctantly follows his gaze but says nothing.

the jungle-themed roller-coaster is next. it makes cross scream with terror with its sudden twists and turns, and he is massively embarrassed by his reaction. thankfully, dust is silent about it, only giving him a side-eye once the ride is over.

they try more activities together. the shooting game has dust scoring a bunch of prizes that cross has to carry around - at least dust doesn't take the opportunity to shoot other people. a carousel that has cross refuse to go on because of the cursed cow-themed seats. a love tunnel ride that has cross uncomfortably sitting next to dust with multiple instruction signs for couple to hold onto each other. another thrill ride and cross is done honestly.

he plops into an outdoor seat of a cafe, groaning as he feels as if he's been through multiple drills. dust sits in the seat next to him, absent-mindedly looking at his phone.

"do you want to get something to eat?" cross asks, and this time dust nods imperceptibly.

smiling, cross goes to look at the menu and orders them some sandwiches and a coffee and a hot chocolate for him. they enjoy the sights and the food in companionable silence. cross watches dust take small bites and chew slowly, as if he's not used to eating. might as well, with how close nightmare keeps dust under his watch. cross clears his throat, unable to keep his curiosity in any longer.

"so, do you and nightmare do this often?"

dust pauses and looks at cross with his dull white eyelight. no, he signs.

"oh, uh," cross taps on the glass of his drink, suddenly discomfited. "so, when he mentions 'dates'-"

full meals. at the castle. don't eat much.

cross manages to stop his own flinch. "no outside 'dates'?"

no. too risky.

"... for you?"

for other people. nightmare doesn't like positive feelings surrounding him. dust fidgets with his food.

"but he still does it for you?"

it's a reward. for good work.

"... what are the 'dates' about actually?" cross eventually asks, fully aware that he's stepping on a landmine.

dust doesn't answer, his one eye fixing upon something behind cross. confused, cross looks behind him, his eyes widening.

"oh stars..."

it is a killer. and not just any killer, the killer that nightmare is targeting. he's with that colorful-looking sans too - color or whatever name he has.

cross can feel dust's magic rising exponentially next to him. wincing, he quickly dodges out of the way, just as dust gathers his magic and shoots a barrage of bone attacks at the duo. people around them scream and trample on each other in a panic. cross can hear killer let out an expletive before dust tackles him onto the ground. before color can intervene in killer and dust's fight, cross jumps in, his blades in a defensive stance.

"good job, cross," nightmare manifests behind him, along with horror, his voice like syrup. "i know i could count on you." he looks at color, his tentacles poised with their tips pointing at color. "seems like you have something of mine."

they fight for a while before color manages to drag killer away. cross moves to stand next to horror, as the other guy shares an inquisitive look at him. cross shrugs at him, and they both look at where dust and nightmare are. dust goes from manic to quiet in an instant, his bandages torn with his unhealed wounds open and his cracked soul in nightmare's grasp. he doesn't look like he's in any kind of pain. the opposite actually - dust is smiling so wide, despite the red tears flowing down on his cheeks. nightmare also has a smile on his face, though it's much more malicious.

"i have something for you," the guardian of negativity croons, as he pats dust on his cheeks. "you've been really good recently. and good soldiers deserve a reward."

a portal opens on the ground, and a figure emerges from it covered in the black substance that nightmare possesses. as the goop flows away, cross tightens his grip on his blades, a storm of disgust and sorrow brewing in him when he sees dust's expression.

nightmare stands next to the newly acquired killer, his gaze sweeping over his gathered minions and his grin splitting in a half-moon shape. "meet your new teammate, killer."

[qin-qin16]

she's mad because they didn't have an eevee onesie

HOPE by me

Killer sans by @/rahafwabas

[somegrumpynerd]

Imagine being Cross, thinking he's so cool and mysterious for staying with someone outside of the castle for a night and not telling them about it and then he gets to Epic's house in the omega timeline and he's like "hey man, one of my roommates is hanging with his friend with benefits or whatever, I hope you don't mind" and it's fucking Killer

[toffeebrews]

doodle that didn't fit the flow of this comic but I think is kinda funny

[dailyswapsans]

*DAY 157

[stellocchia]

My brain's mush today, so here's a few more incorrect quotes from This Generator (it's the one I always use and it's great). (Also, if anyone wants to try and do the additional colors, This One is a very easy tool to use). This time we're getting the Epic Sanses and all of Nightmare's henchmen. Because I love the idea of Killer leaving and dragging all his little guys he has become responsible for with him. HE GOT THE KIDS IN THE DIVORCE!

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Cross: What are amphetamines?  Delta: Drugs that can go on land and water.  Cross: Ohhhh.

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Delta: I’ve invited you here because I crave the deadliest game...  Killer, nodding: Knife Monopoly.  Delta: I was actually going to play Russian roulette, but now I'm really interested in whatever knife Monopoly is.

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Color, pointing to the wall: What color is this?  Cross: Gray.  Horror: Grey.  Color, turning to Epic: Now tell them what color you think it is.  Epic: Dark white.

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Dust: Hey, I say we go down there, kick Color’s door in, and let him know that we’re in town.  Horror: That ain’t the way we do things here. We may have to go in there and run a con, drop a bug, do the smooth-talking.  Dust: Okay, you come with me, you do the smooth-talking, let’s go.  Horror: No, we just can’t go in there and kick down Color’s door. We need a plan.  Dust: Well who makes the plans?  Horror: Killer.  Dust: Killer, what's the plan?  Killer: You guys are gonna go down there, kick Color’s door in, let him know you’re in town.

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Cross: You know what the problem is? You're really cute, so no one ever told you to shut your pie-hole.  Epic: You think I’m cute?  Cross: SHUT YOUR PIE-HOLE!

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Color, looking at the squad: Okay, so I need to become a therapist faster.

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Epic: Hey! Wanna hear a joke?  Dust: Sure.  Epic: Your life!  Dust: Actually, my life isn’t a joke, jokes have meaning.  Epic: Dust, no.

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Delta: I don’t need any more friends. I already have six.  Horror: Don’t you mean seven?  Delta: *looks directly at Killer*  Delta: No, I’m pretty sure I meant to say six.

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Cross, walking into Color's and Killer’s bedroom in the middle of the night: I had a bad dream.  Color: What was it about?  Killer: No, don’t ask him that!  Color: Why not?  Killer: Cause he’ll answer!

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Color: Would you slap Killer-  Delta: Yes.  Color: I didn't even finish!  Delta: Sorry, continue.  Color: Would you slap Killer for 10 dollars?  Delta: I would do it for free.  Killer: Rude...

[absurdumsid]

Hey!I'm not bald.

i dropped everything and drew

Murder! Sans belongs to ask-dusttale Killer! Sans belongs to rahafwabas Horror! Sans belongs to Sour-Apple-Studios Colour! Sans belongs to superyoumna

[largefound-incorrectquotes]

Killer: But what about Colour? They were my SOULMATE!

Dust: You said that about a ball of yarn once!

[toffeesbabbles]

originally was a part of the other post, but forgot to add it

common misconception

[dseval]

Color and Killer... In kebaya, I guess

Wow, them in traditional clothing. Who would've thought...

Explanations below

I started out loving this idea but I hated the execution (God forbid me trying to manually draw another Batik pattern)

Fortunately after 8 hours it is finished. Now out of the Chromatic Crew (is that what you guys call them), only Delta hasn't received a pretty kebaya. I have plans.

I think I'll grow fond of this.

The fabric draped over Killer's shoulders is a last minute addition, it's called so many names that I cannot say exactly what it is. In Melayu, it is usually called Songket.

Terribly drawn ref sheets (I sincerely apologise if this is offensive to any culture, really):

(Killer's was done right after I wake up I barely register stuff— so yeah, I'll admit. Kinda ugly. Still pretty in my opinion, though. I really like Color's though...)

Alt (without Color's coat thing):

( @zuzuelectricbugaloo , I hope you don't mind me tagging you. You said you'd be interested in something like this)

• Color Sans by Superyoumna

• Killer Sans by Rahafwabas

[xeiinsuuferst]

Here’s some Crescent and Lux art! ^^ I feel like they’d be closer because they’re the same age and have to take care of two younger kids, which essentially means they can only depend on each other for emotional comfort since they don’t want to burden the little ones. :,(

YAP STARTS NOW!! Just me asking smth and yapping about what I’m planning for this comic etc

By the way, since I’m planning to create multiple comics for my AU, I’m not sure which ships I should include or whether I should just skip adding any (except for some implied moments between the adult Sanses, not the ship kids, lol). SO PLZ GIVE ME OPINIONS PSLPSLSPSLSLSLLSSLSLSSSSS IDK WHAT TO ADD

There are only four ships I’m set on including in the comic (kind of like... situationships, etc ), and those THREE ships are Killermare, Colorkiller, and Cream.

Cream is more like... eh... I’m honestly not too sure. I think they’d be cute together, but I might just keep them as a situationship or something.

Now, I’m going to be honest..I actually kind of like Killermare. 🤷 The dynamic is interesting. (I don’t support toxic or abusive relationships; I mostly want to incorporate some “canon” personalities for the characters. To me, I can’t see Killermare being a healthy relationship at all, and I want to experiment with that in this comic.)

Now, for Colorkiller: definitely one of my favorite ships! I REALLY want to include this ship mostly because they’re super cute, but they’ll most likely stay as a situationship for the most part, lol.

Now I want to talk about my plans for this comic! I really want to explore unhealthy relationships, dysfunctional families, and more! This comic will definitely have some dark themes and maybe even a sprinkle of violence. I mostly made this post to gather some opinions on the ships, but somehow it turned into me rambling about what I want to do with this comic, lol. 😭

It'll probably take me a while to start making the comic due to my EXTREME lack of art skills (and not knowing how to start a comic properly). So, yeah, I’ll likely spend a few more days experimenting with poses before I start drawing the comic, lol. Also, please remember that this comic is more self-indulgent, and I’m mostly making it for myself. But anyway, thanks for reading this WALL of text! I hope you all have an amazing day!!

Lux belongs to AlainaPrana

Crescent belongs to Lunnar-chan

[what-have-i-unleashed]

inspired by both mermaid-coded dust and this flavor of doomed kist

i'm mashing my two toxic tragic kist posts into one and here's what comes of it i guess... extremely jumbled thoughts

(cw: toxic one-sided relationship, obsession, suicidal ideation)

so dust is in love with killer, but he cannot say it. not because he's mute - he is - but because he doesn't want either killer or nightmare to know. it's a weakness, easily exploitable. so dust keeps it close to his soul, learning to mask his emotions like killer does. everything is fine, really. if he thinks about it hard enough, he gets to see and interact with killer almost every day. he knows killer doesn't have eyes for anyone else. it makes the pain in his soul somewhat more bearable. he can only watch his light in silence, unable to say the words, but at least this closeness to killer is what only he can have.

and he treasures the little moments he has with killer. when killer is exhausted and falls asleep, dust has the opportunity to engrave every detail of killer's face to his mind, every curve, every angle, every edge. every time killer laughs with joy and glee, dust perks up at that. every time killer is injured and dust has to take care of him, he takes note of how light killer is leaning on his shoulders - he takes note of the scars and cracks running on the bones of the person he has to bandage and heal over. what he can do, again and again, is remember. what he has is memory, and he intends to protect and hold close every piece of it.

everything is fine. until it isn't.

killer disappears one day without a trace. nightmare rages while his minions hurry to hide away from his wrath. yet dust remains in killer's lifeless room, hands tracing every surface of the furniture there. the room is nondescript, lacking any personality - the only sign that this is killer's room is his collection of souls and dust on the shelf. and yet, killer didn't take them with him when he disappears.

maybe he's dead, a part of dust whispers in defeat.

do you really think so, another part scoffs in disbelief.

it doesn't matter either way. dust relocates his room to killer's. nightmare doesn't care, but horror and cross do send dust some looks when he announces it. it doesn't matter - his feelings for killer are useless now, it's like mourning for something that never was. all he has left of killer are the memories.

and one day, on a mission nightmare sends him to, dust sees a familiar face again. he does a double take, unable to believe what's happening in front of his eyes. it's killer, and not just any - it's his killer. he would recognize that face anywhere. and killer is happy, genuinely so. in such a way that dust never sees before. he's with someone dust can't recognize, holding hands, leaning in with such comfort. he's happy.

and dust.

dust is...

he's...

he's...

you don't know how you feel. because the next thing you know, nightmare is there, his face sporting an gleeful expression only reserved for his unfortunate victims.

ah dust, good work finding the traitor, you hear nightmare say. but nothing is right. nothing about this is right.

killer can't be here, happy with someone else. killer is supposed to be his light out of the deep dark below where he belongs.

you should kill him, your brother says. you should have killed him a long time ago, when he pulled you out of our universe.

don't you miss home, brother?

don't you miss us?

you've hidden your feelings for everything for so long that they're burning you inside out. at this pace, you'll die - if not of a broken soul, then of your own destructive magic.

there's only one way to cure a broken soul. you know it, right?

and you're staring down at killer, your hands around his throat. you'd make him drown in his own blood. and you'd lean close, just close enough that you can almost give him the kiss of death. and you'd have turned yourself and him to your false namesake by the time the sun rises on the horizon.

but you hesitate. because you love him. you love him so much it's killing you alive. and you can't bear to die in a world without him.

and so you let him go. you watch him slip away from your hands, swept away by the new wave of his life.

time stays frozen for a moment before you feel your skull crack on the pavement. something grabs you by the leg and swings you harshly to the other side of the road. if you had a voice to laugh, you would. you spit blood, feeling strangely relieved. this is the price to pay to see killer again. how familiar. it's like everything is making sense again.

"don't think i didn't see what you did back there, dust," nightmare growls at you, holding your pathetic body up in the air by your (probably broken) shoulder. "you let him get away." the pain is excruciating, but it can't extinguish the elation in your (disgusting) soul.

i want to see him again, you mouth to an audience of no one.

you're crazy, your brother chides you. you'll choose him over me? over us?

you don't reply to your brother. you get dropped onto the ground like a marionette with its strings cut. nightmare looms over you, tentacles swishing back and forth dangerously, as you hold your (worthless) soul to him. a deal with a devil. you don't have anything else to offer anyway.

you don't care what happens to you, as long as you can see killer again. you watch impassively as the dark tentacles poise over your soul, a wave of apathy washed over you. only determination remains, its red glow cracking over your fragile soul.

you will see killer again.

if you can't have him, then no one can.

[qin-qin16]

MATCHING CLOTHES!

HOPE likes to walk with their dad! Especially when he tell them stories!

HOPE by me

Color Sans by @/superyoumna