#sarcos

[ask-codeearasure]

Thinking about Killer doing everything he can to make Color laugh. He's addicted to the sound, some part of him actually feels good and appreciated and wanted whenever he hears it. Making Color laugh is always an option on the table whenever he gets bored, and knowing Killer he'll go to extremes wildly out of range to keep that flow.

He will purposefully act stupid just to get a giggle out of this man, and he will participate with members of the Epic Sanses and The Abyss Team for the sake of humor. If Dust and Horror are around too, he'll drag them into these jests.

Epic, I think, would be the most receptive to Killer's mission and they wouldn't even have to talk about it. Epic just picks up on the hints and goes along with the most random shit, sometimes including Cross on these collaborations too if he so happens to be present (poor guy).

-- Sarco

[vetisntdead]

Me, sharing some histology with students at the multihead microscope: What is this little cysts full of bananas?

Student: Why do pathologists always use food?

Me: t's the only way you remember things.

[howlsofbloodhounds]

I know you already got an anon sometime ago saying the Deadpool and Wolverine fight in the car's got Colorkiller vibes and while I see that, I think that can coexist with Delta vs Stage 2 Killer as well using the "insecure Killer in Stage 2 fucks with Delta so he can distance him from Color" concepts for context.

Obviously Delta is Wolverine and Stage 2 would be in Deadpool's place.

The visual is fucking hilarious to me and I think the scene could use some sarcasm from Delta as well like "Oh yes, I have ALWAYS WANTED TO FIGHT YOU IN A HONDA ODYSSEY, KILLER, THANKS A LOT. Could never have done this WITHOUT YOU!"

-- Sarco

By this point Killer has fought everyone in that Honda civic. Cross, Dust, Color, Delta. Although it definitely would fit with either Color or Delta a lot more; Color in the early days, or Delta in the present.

Mostly because I doubt Killer would truly care enough about either Cross or Dust to provoke them into a fight except for amusement or some other purpose he gains from this—such as allowing himself to be their punching bag so they can feel better and therefore work better. (Dust would probably register as more of a threat then Cross would though 💀)

It may be like hate sex on their end, but for him this is a brief moment of entertainment or utility to maintain group functioning and before he forgets about it later and is unable to tell if it was actually real or not. (I guess you can say…Killer fights around. /ref)

And since everyone seems very insistent that the Honda civic is violent hot gay hate sex scene, hate sex would apply with Killer and Delta because bro does not give a shit about Cross or Dust enough to hate them as individuals.

Things they do might annoy or make him uncomfortable—because they both have potential to make him think of things he doesn’t want to think about (Papyrus, heart locket, scarf) or people he actually hates and fears (Chara)—but with Delta.

He hates Delta on a personal level. While Cross and Dust makes him think of the past, Delta makes him scared of the future. His future and the uncertainty of it, of how he could easily lose it. Have it taken and stolen from him.

Delta represents an obstacle and threat to his hope, Dust and Cross are reminders of his torment—which he is always compelled to either gain control over (in whatever form he thinks he has to) or avoid and ignore/ be indifferent towards.

They have beef. Thats his biggest rival. He’s gonna turn him into orange paste one day.

Anyway: I like the idea of Honda civic fight with Killer. Not because of the gay asf violence, but because I love Killer being a bitch. A masochistic bitch at that.

And also I love him being a manipulative little shit, purposely provoking someone into acting dehumanizing and abusive towards him—especially people like Delta. Especially if it means driving a wedge between Delta and Color.

[scrumptowne]

doodles of my sarcosuchus on path

[paleopinesofficial]

💗🧡💛💚💙💜It's time for a Pride Month Storytime! 💗🧡💛💚💙💜

Join Marco the Sarco as he finds his pride! 🎇We hope you are all having a fantastic pride month and spreading all the love you have to share 🫂

Grab your own Marco Sarcosuchus on Makeship!

The story is underneath, for anyone who'd like to read it without the video!

Marco Sarcosuchus had a mouth that stretched for miles But sadly, Marco Sarco wasn’t quick to offer smiles

His mouth may have been massive but his smiles were small because Poor Marco Sarcosuchus didn’t know quite who he was

He watched the boys and girls at play, and liked the look of it, But though he thought of joining them, he wasn’t sure he’d fit

One misty morn as Marco scraped his belly ‘round the forest He came into a clearing where he met a Carnotaurus

The Carno asked him, “Why so glum?” Poor Marco frowned and sighed: “It’s like I’m not quite sure who I’m supposed to be inside.”

The Carnotaurus thought a mo’, then said to Marco, “Hey… "Have you possibly considered that perhaps you might be… gay?”

“Boys don’t always play with girls. Some boys just play with boys.” While Marco gave his words a thought, there came another voice…

“The same is true for girls and girls!” was added with elation (A lesbian pride Styraco had joined their conversation)

Marco’s head was swimming: “I’ve got all these things to choose?”

“Ha! We’ve barely scratched the surface! Tons more labels could fit you! You can trust me: I’m a Troodon, so all I say is true!”

I’ve listened to your stories but I’m still up in the air. The thing I think I’m missing is I’ve too much love to share!

“I like to be with girls AND boys” said Marco as he sighed. “If you made me pick a favourite, I don’t think I could decide!

“Hold up! We’ve got the answer!” said the Stego and the Tri, “You’re not alone, you silly boy! We’re pretty sure you’re…. Bi!”

From that day Marco Sarco was a happy crocodile His mouth was always wide, but even wider with a smile!

He learned that too much love was not a thing that he should hide ‘Cause that’s the day that Marco Sarcosuchus found his pride.

[ilikemicrowaves]

Who's this weirdo

Thalassala is an icewing, seawing hybrid with ice dominate genes. He is a member of Scornfuls' hybrid group and resides in the caves with them. His mother and father stop by every now and then to supply the camp and to see their son. To hide his hybrid heritage, he covers his fins with two leather wrist cuffs and a dull yellow bandanna. If anyone asks about his Bioluminesent spots, he claims to have body paint on. He likes catching fish with Kai, a pretty average swimmer, but his scales allow him to sneak up on them nicely. Thalassala mostly goes out to the market for supplies and sells things he's made or caught to raise money for the camp.

[wtfgaylittlezooid]

DINOS YOU HAVENT JOURNALED CAN SHOW UP TO THE PICNIC???? HUH??

[transparentgentlemenmarker]

L’activiste australien pour l’euthanasie, Philip Nitschke, annonce que son sarcophage, qui permet de se donner la mort sans douleur et sans assistance est arrivé en Suisse 17 juillet 2024. À l'intérieur de la boîte aux allures futuristes, un bouton libère de l’azote lorsqu’enclenché. La saturation du gaz fait perdre conscience à l’individu, qui finit par mourir par manque d’oxygène, sans douleur, en quelques secondes à peine. Comme la capsule est composée de matériaux biodégradables, «Sarco» peut également servir de cercueil à son utilisateur. Ce n'est pas un hasard si il ressemble à un moyen de transport futuriste, il aide les patients à effectuer un dernier voyage au cours duquel ils peuvent voir le ciel à travers le couvercle transparent. Le premier candidat, un malade en phase terminale, serait déjà arrivé pour son dernier voyage. Il reste encore à finaliser le côté juridique

[zwischenland]

First woman dies in ‘suicide capsule’ in Switzerland (photograph: Linelle Deunk)

[cutesoccerguys]

[aviannauts]

!! LOUD AUDIO + BRIGHT COLORS !!

BREAKING POINT

this is a really fun experimental animation piece that has frame by frame painting coloring!

ever since AI started showing up ive been more motivated to put more emotion into my art!

this isnt a vent piece by any means! just seeing the power of injecting a piece of art with the power of a human soul!... i need 7.

theres a whole lot going on with this animation and it was hard to know when to stop because it was just fun to add more and more

(i was originally gonna post the gif version but i think the file is too big, sorry if the audio jumpscared anyone 😭)

[ask-codeearasure]

Color Spectrum Duo: Weed

Inspired by an exchange with @howlsofbloodhounds

Cw: marijuana usage

There was a first time for everything. In Killer's case, it appeared marijuana was a myth to him until today. Frankly speaking, resorting to weed for a bonding experience was one of the last things on Color's list, but Killer was curious, and who was Color to deny him?

Well. He did deny him more than one blunt, cause he wasn't about to foster an addiction even though Killer had many arguably worse things to his name. Sue him for being a responsible friend, he supposed.

They had gone to a cabin in the outskirts of the wilderness, somewhere on the Earth of one of Outertale's pacifist timelines. Not that Killer had to know that; Color specifically picked a spot that covered up as many stars as possible come night, even if that was a result of many many years of light pollution.

Color reclined in his chair, shifting his line of sight from the sunset to the other skeleton smoking with him on the porch. It was difficult to tell how far gone Killer was in his haze, the absence of eyelights made that apparent, but the lack of DETERMINATION leaking out of his sockets was a good sign.

All things considered, he was... somewhat relaxed. Even as he leaned over the porch's railing, Killer's grip on his knife had gone lax as he balanced the blade on his right index finger, focusing on nothing specific as the both of them sat in silence.

"You good, Kills?" Color asked, crossing one leg over the other.

Killer paused, practically spitting out smoke as he held the blunt away from his mouth with his left hand and twirled it between his middle and index fingers. He muttered something in garbled Arabic, then looked over his shoulder at Color when his flaming host didn't offer a response to that.

"What would it look like if I wasn't?" The murderer replied with an empty tone, words slurring at the ends. "Were you hoping these things poison me or something?"

"Naaah, Mary Jane isn't known to poison people." The demigod stretched, popping out the stiffness in his back. "At least not creatures like us. We don't have lungs or brains to rot over the expanse of time."

"...Mary Jane?" Killer squinted.

"It's uh... that would be another name for this stuff. Marijuana, weed, Mary Jane, dope, grass, pot, pakalolo, 420, ganja, they all refer to the same thing-- don't look at me like that."

"Like what?" Killer asked, tilting his head to the side as if he were analyzing one of his dusted specimens. "I'm just curious, Color. How do you know all this, as a law abiding citizen?"

Now was Color's turn to squint, sitting up to properly stare at Killer with a confused look.

"This isn't illegal knowledge, dude. Can be illegal to have weed in some areas, but not to know about it."

"Don't dodge the question." Killer said, taking another hit from his blunt. "I also asked how you know this."

"Why, cause you didn't?" Color chuckled under his breath. "Epic told me."

"Who?"

"The guy in the purple and black coat? Always keeps one eye closed, says 'bruh' a lot. That guy?"

"Huh. Thought he was the angry orange one."

"You're thinking about Delta. Wait, you don't remember Epic?"

"Should I?"

The flaming skeleton sighed through his nasal, blinking away the slight change in sight as his pupil narrowed to a sliver.

"I was hoping you would, but it's okay if not. He was barely present last you saw him."

Color took a hit, holding the smoke in his mouth for a second before shooting it out in a ring formation, noting how it stole Killer's attention.

"Anyways, I am curious about something. You don't have to answer if you don't want to, of course."

Killer let his knife lose balance, the handle falling back into a tactile grip.

"Ask away."

"Who are you talking about when you mention 'The Player'? I never caught onto the meaning."

Color's first guess was Killer was referring to an entity similar to Chara, Flowey, or Frisk, something with so much DETERMINATION they could dictate the passage of time and events of the reality they had both originated from. But Chara, Flowey, and Frisk were children at the end of the day. They weren't 'Players' in terms of being a god or an eldritch creature. They were just... unfortunate, and the inexperience of their youth was part of what led them from point a to point b.

After a moment of silence, Killer cleared his throat, spitting a glob of murky black DETERMINATION over the railing. He pulled up a porch chair and took a seat, putting out his blunt on the bottom of his shoe.

"Thought you would have caught onto what those are by now." "Killer, I'm autistic. I'm bound to be dense sometimes."

Killer barked an empty laugh, shaking his head. "You? Dense? Come on, Color, we both know you're gonna find my response very familiar. I mean you hang out with Ink often enough, dontcha?"

Color gave a slight frown. "...I wouldn't say often, but continue."

"Ink calls them Creators. But I call them what they are: Players. They're everywhere, always watching, playing with us like... puppets. The only reason either of us are alive, that either of us are even talking, is because they wanted us to be."

The dragon felt his ribcage rattle slightly, and he took a hit to make more smoke rings, just to calm his nerves. They were both high, he had to remind himself. Getting upset now would offer no guarantee of neither of them getting hurt.

Then again, hanging out with Nightmare's favorite toy was practically asking to get hurt. At least, that was Killer's reasoning.

Color disagreed. Killer could be so much more than what he thinks he is.

"So do you think I want to help you because one of them wants me to?"

"Yes. And you will die trying."

"I mean... if that's what it takes..."

Color blew out another round of rings when he felt a small, ashy weight land in his skull. He jolted in his seat, choking on the remaining smoke and his flames making erratic bursts until he finally managed to yank out the remainder of Killer's blunt.

Asshole.

"Killer, what the FUCK!?" The growling beast rounded on his angelic companion, but he wasn't at all phased, head turned to the smoke rings dissipating in the near distance.

"Do it again."

"...pardon?"

"Those rings. Make them again."

Color raised the only figurative brow he had and took a hit, releasing another round. Killer didn't hesitate to try grabbing one, but his fingers phased through the smoke without much bite. He tried with the second, then the third, ending with the same result, his lack of emoting being replaced with faint disappointment for only a flash. Color created another round, and at some point Killer had resorted to sitting on the railing to get better access to where they blew. He had gotten his knife stuck in the wood from when he tried to stab one, but that seemed more out of frustration than any scientific theory.

It didn't occur to Color it was getting dark until the only part of Killer he could clearly make out was the glow of his soul. But when he turned away to switch on the porch light, whatever thoughts he had in the moment were interrupted by a barely audible whine.

That... was new.

"Killer?"

His friend didn't answer, splitting a new hole in the railing to retrieve his knife, which he pocketed. Color closed the distance between them, stopping just out of range of Killer's personal bubble.

"Kills? Buddy, it was just smoke, I can make more-"

Killer grabbed Color's cheekbones, trapping his face between his hands. Color felt his clawed phalanges dig in to sustain a firm grip, then pull out. The dragon grunted, but withstood the minor discomfort if that meant Killer could ground himself.

His eye blinked back open when he felt said claws retract, continuing to let Killer hold his face like it was a confusing box of puzzle pieces.

"You're real." Killer said, the shape of his soul beginning to fluctuate, the ghost of an overturned heart amongst the mixture.

"Yeah, I'm real." Color affirmed, slowly reaching up to cup one of Killer's cheeks, brushing away a budding bit of DETERMINATION from the corner of his eye. "Were you wandering?"

"I don't know."

Killer let his hands fall, his soul stubbornly shaping itself back into a target. Color retracted his own hand, shoving it into a pocket.

"Wanna go inside? I made bechamel earlier."

"...okay."

[punishedsaints]

[howlsofbloodhounds]

This is my first time sending an ask on mobile so I got no idea which account of mine is being used or if I marked this anonymous, but here we go.

In case I need to clarify, this is Sarco. I'm gonna project on Color again.

Combining dragonkin Color and your P-DID Color headcanon, do you think he'd technically be called a hydra under these circumstances?

Hehe. I love that. Does that make the six souls (and possibly also Beta and XChara 👀) his hatchlings, and the rest of the chromatic crew his hoard or flock/clutch?

[pixelsilver]

Making references for a new rp character

👀

[ilikemicrowaves]

Drawing my OCs in Joy Ang style part 6: Sarco of the mudwings

I love writtibg Sarco. He's so miserable and he's been cooped up in his hut too long and then Ox decided to kidnap him and his hybrid nephew.