#oh this was so much funsies

[squishosaur]

3rd year housewardens are so shaped... :0

[moeblob]

So does he, Gallagher.

[somegrumpynerd]

Do you guys wanna see a thing I tried writing? It's pretty unfinished and I don't think I will finish it but it was fun to play with and it might be okay as a lil snippet! I also have like no energy for drawing right now but I wanna post something lol

(The context is Cross and Killer are alone on a mission in some unspecified au when Killer goes stage 3)

“Killer?”

Cross looked over when he got no response, half expecting Killer to have wandered off in some direction as he did on these longer jobs. His loyalty to Nightmare was often at war with his attention span in the field, and you could expect a job to take longer if it was anywhere a cat was liable to appear.

What he didn’t expect was to catch sight of Killer’s wildly fluctuating soul glinting in the reflection of the knife that was coming right for him.

Cross managed to lunge back just in time for the knife to arc downwards into the snow in his place. Its wielder slowly turned his head, tracking the path to where Cross was now. His empty eye sockets gushed with more ooze than usual, stare somehow colder than the ice he was now shaking from his blade.

“Killer…” Cross began, trying to keep his tone steady and authoritative like a warning. He was ever hopeful that this was some stupid game Killer was playing out of boredom, but that hope died as he watched some of the black goop begin to drip out of the corner of the other’s mouth.

That only happened when he went stage 3.

Shit.

Cross felt his soul drop. He’d never dealt with Killer like this alone, usually they handled him as a team if Nightmare wasn’t there to take over. In the time it would take him to look down at his phone to call for help there would probably be a knife in his head.

This was fine. He could handle it. He always had more training and stamina than Killer anyway, he just had to play keepaway with his life long enough to go home with it.

Killer teleported in front of him, something that caught Cross off guard. In his right mind, Killer almost never seemed to use his magic in fights unless he wanted to fuck around with the other. 

[Put the fight part here idk pretend there was a really cool fight, it was so cool, you loved it]

Cross felt his soul drop again, but this time the rest of his body followed. Killer was using his gravity magic to hold him to the ground, and was shambling towards him ready to finish things. Cross struggled for a moment to see if he could fight his way out of the magic’s hold, but to no avail. He was pinned as his assailant now stood threateningly over him, knife raised. In a flash of desperation, he reached out both hands and grabbed Killer’s ankles, quickly moving his head to one side as a bone attack pierced up out of the snow and struck the other in the jaw.

It wasn’t his strongest attack, but it was enough to knock Killer backwards and stun him. As Cross felt his soul being released from the other’s magic, he quickly scrambled forward and sat on Killer’s chest as he lay sprawled out in the snow, pinning his arms down on either side of his head as he began to come back around. His face was leaking so much determination from every crevice that at that point it was hard to make out an expression under it all, but Cross could tell he was frustrated as he felt the rumble of bone attacks beginning to rise up out of the snow around them.

He followed suit, carefully forming a line of his own bone attacks closely around them to act as a barrier. He could feel Killer’s attacks bouncing off of his, each hit more desperate and frantic than the last like an animal clawing at the sides of its cage. He felt some magic encircling his soul again, but this time trying to raise him up rather than push him down. It was weaker than before, whether because Killer’s attention was split with still launching bone attacks or because he was beginning to tire out, but Cross managed to fight against it and stay put.

“Killer!” he barked, leaning over the other’s face. “That’s enough. You’re not going anywhere until you pull yourself together!”

The gravity magic seemed to cease at his shout, so Cross continued in the fervent hope that he was getting through to him.

“We’ll stay here all night if that’s what it takes, but I’m reporting back to Nightmare when this is over and I’m not leaving without you! Do you hear me?! I don’t care if I have to bring you back hogtied over my shoulder, I’m not gonna hurt you and I’m not gonna let you kill me!”

He didn’t realise he’d been shouting until the clinking and scraping of bone attacks had slowed and stopped altogether, and it was just the sound of his promise echoing off the bones and snow surrounding them.

And the strange gurgling sound coming from below him.

He opened his eyes again in confusion and stared down at the skeleton weakly fighting against his grasp, determination pooling and soaking into the snow from every gap in his skull. It took a second longer than he’d like to admit for Cross to realise that sound was Killer choking on it.

His bone attacks shrunk back into the ground and he shot backwards, landing ungracefully on his backside with a little curse. He hurried to pull Killer up and help him lean forward, swatting his back as he retched and spat the toxic goop up onto the ground where they’d just fought.

It was never an elegant dismount from these things, they’d found there was just no dignified way to get out a ribcage worth of black ooze. After a minute of heaving and gasping, Killer finally got a hold of himself and started glancing frantically around.

“Where’s Dust??” he managed to choke out with the urgency of a parent who’d lost their child. It always seemed to be the first thing on his mind when he came to from one of these episodes, Cross was never really sure why since any other time it seemed like they hated each other.

“He’s at home,” Cross assured, pressing one hand to Killer’s spine for support. “It’s just us, we were on a mission.”

He could see now that Killer’s soul had calmed down from the pulsating mass of spikes it was a few minutes ago and become somewhat soul shaped, still twitching nervously but a far calmer sight than before. That was a good sign that the attack was over. He wondered how much control Killer had over it, since he’d definitely seen it turn that way without having to go through a fight to the death first, but it was rare.

Cross flinched as he felt Killer grab him again, though this time instead of kicking him in the ribs he simply held on for dear life. That was another clear sign, after he was done puking up whatever goop had built up he usually cried for a while.

It was odd, especially the first few times, to see someone who always seemed so disconnected and unphased have a sobbing breakdown after trying to kill you.

“Hey,” Cross said, voice hushed as he wrapped his arms around the skeleton trembling in his lap. “It’s okay… you’re okay…”

Cross had never been the best at comforting words, but he knew Killer just needed someone to cling to while he got a hold of himself, and he was content to be that for a little while. Especially after being thrown around so much, his aching bones were more than happy for an excuse to sit in the snow for a bit. He could feel Killer’s soul being pressed against his chest as he wept silently into Cross’s shoulder, the fear and regret seemed to be radiating from it like smoke from a smothered flame.

He wondered idly if this was what Nightmare could feel all the time.

...

He also wondered just how hard it was going to be to get these black stains out of his jacket again once he pried Killer's face off of it.

[warmsol]

fuck it no one asked but after much consideration i’m gonna post lune prologue excerpts whenever i feel like it. won’t be a whole story, i swear.. just pieces of elia’s lore here and there in story form.

[season1mac]

mac and dennis are at that sweet spot where they agree just enough that they can come up with plans together but mac is making dennis mad on purpose again because he thinks it’s funny. so it’s very beat each other in the middle of the mall after trying to do the wheelchair scheme type of vibes and it’s wow <3

[raccoonnutella13]

why are ppl always so mean about taz :(

[extantformoflife]

OHHHHHH the repeating theatre motif in isat.... fascinates me....

[ryonello]

more valorant catgirls :]

[sysig]

Good to see you again ♥ (Patreon)

Bonus:

[fashionbugster]

this dangerously high speed — even the shooting stars are left behind. (aile the shota — ima)

[keeps-ache]

i don't wanna take over the world, it sounds like a lot. but you know, laying siege to a golf course sounds really nice sometimes

[spaceratprodigy]

How Many Sugars..?

When Faith makes coffee for herself, she makes it more on the bitter side. She didn't always make it that way, but as she got older and more tired she began to prefer it differently. She doesn't know why she drinks it anymore. Coffee just makes her feel even more exhausted, but the warmth is comforting.

She likes when Max brings it to her, couldn't imagine the reason. Faith swears it's sweeter when he makes it.

but I thought he told me he didn't care much for sweets, she thinks to herself, why does he make it like that.

Faith won't admit she likes it so much better when he makes it. She won't admit why either.

The truth is the first time Max made her coffee he genuinely didn't know just how she liked it yet. Faith enjoys sweets quite a bit so he guessed. He was quite surprised when she took a sip and exclaimed "oh! That's sweet." But he noticed the way her face softened and how much her mood improved that day compared to when she prepares it herself. Now whenever Max makes coffee for his captain he always sneaks a little sweetness in there. He's not sure whether that was what made her so relaxed that day, or if it was simply because he was the one who made it for her. Nevertheless, he wants to make it the same every time, just to be able to see her like that over and over again. It makes him feel warm inside.

What a curious thing something so minuscule could do to someone... he thinks.

Nobody can disrupt his composure quite like she can.

[jazzzzzzhands]

Inktober 2023 Yr 8.

Day 6: Golden

Golden slumbers fill your eyes

Smiles await you when you rise

Sleep, pretty darling, do not cry

And I will sing a lullaby

[fadedflora]

i have not listened to hamilton in like a week why is he STILL HERE

read the tags if you want to see me talk about musicals for a little TOO long

[kowaindar0u]

//

started on the yasu outfit drawing but it's not working out tonight so I'll try again tomorrow LOL drawing is hard

i have like 3 different jobs I'm waiting to hear back on so on top of like i guess the usual slump of depression im soooo just wwwwaaaaaaaghhhhhhhhh hrrrrzzzzzzggggg (the sounds of being stuck in apprehension waiting for something to happen)

hopefully i hear back from the one i interviewed with today bc that seems the best deal so far but I'm nervous cause if I hear about one of the other ones I'm gonna have to ask them for more time to accept or deny y'know agghhhhh

either way if i get one of the jobs there's a 2/3 chance I'll have to move (and then ofc be starting a new job) so it may be a hot minute before I catch up on replies and stuff 😭 I know y'all are chill I'm just AAGHHHH

I will have the house to myself for a few days this upcoming week so maybe I can get something done then, we'll see

[merlins-strawberriesandroses]

I suspect it’ll take me a hot second before I can get this sketch right, so here is the wip just for fun hehe