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What the actual f-ck

Gay as hell

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“The prettiest lies are the ones we tell ourselves.”

blah blah blah something about roman wanting to feel loved and admired again and janus telling him everything he wants to hear only to use him

anyway please reblog ! also my comms are open wink wink

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Hmmmm

For some reason I headcanon Killer to always feel slightly cold. It's uncomfortable, but bearable.

All because his soul forced to hang out of his ribcage, so it doesn't warm him.

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Some cat Artfights bc I'm a practicing furry ^^

Mercury - @/meowcury

Clairvoya - @/Whimsi_Doodles

Kelper - @spacedolphinrehab

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Yo I got to participate in this little project you may know... Riptide Redraw!

Ep. 8 – A Hero's Burden

Ep. 80 – The Doctor

Upd: ALSO forgot to mention, you can have a couple of my uhh composition sketches for those pieces

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Bittersweet

During a cuddle session, the liquid that flows from Killer’s eye sockets ends up staining Color’s bones, and, like any mentally stable person, he wonders: what would his tears taste like? cw: Suggestive, they match each other's freaks, semi nudity in some sense (they are all bones), kisses with blood, this one oneshot can be uncomfortable for some people…  note: The idea for this started here!

They had always been intrigued by each other, whether it was Color feeling both intimidated and curious about Killer's black tears, or Killer being captivated by Color's various flames— he didn't even attempt to mask his favoritism, enjoying it when their emotions caused the flames to spiral out of control.

Of the two, Killer had always been the most committed to experiments (or, as Color would describe it, morally inclined towards controversial experiments). However, in their recent encounters, Color couldn't shake a recurring thought: perhaps he was as fascinated by Killer's tears of determination as Killer was by his flames. What would they taste like? Would they be similar to blood? With a harsh, bitter flavor… Or would they be bittersweet, like the words of their owner? Sweet, yet with a dry, bitter aftertaste.

Gosh, I’m such a freak, he thinks; but wouldn’t Killer be just as, if not more, weird than him? After all, both had experienced rather… questionable situations. A memory flashes briefly before his eyes: one of the many kisses they had shared, but this time with each other’s blood on their teeth, spreading more and more red across their faces.

Without even realizing it, Color runs his tongue over his teeth, as if trying to taste Killer's bitter blood again. The flames emerging from the wound on his skull dance with even greater fervor, slipping slightly out of control with such not-so-normal thoughts — but since when has their relationship been anything but weird?

“Hello? Earth to Color!” The flames then settle back to their normal state, swaying freely within his skull. “I know you think about me all the time, but how about paying attention to me now that I’m here?”

A hand moves up and down his sternum; Color can feel Killer’s fingers lightly scratching the bone, leaving fleeting marks near his ribs.

They were lying on an old bed, their bodies pressed close together, with Killer draped slightly over Color — one leg pinning him against the mattress while his hand distracted him with gentle caresses.

While Killer was still fully dressed except for his coat, Color had removed everything except for his black shorts with a white stripe on each side.

“Sorry, I was just… you know what? Forget it, it’s weird.” He runs a hand over his face, letting it rest over his one functional eye.

The other arm pulls Killer closer (is that even possible?), gently tugging him by the shoulders.

“Keeping little secrets now?” Killer purrs, “And let’s be honest, there’s nothing weirder than me in this relationship.”

Color doesn’t even attempt to respond in the same playful tone; no, he’s too preoccupied with the sensation of the black liquid trickling from Killer’s empty eye sockets, flowing down the pillow and onto his ribs.

He had never paid such close attention to this detail before, but now it was the only thing on his mind. Color knew that the texture was like touching wet paint: sticky, uncomfortable, and certainly unpleasant once dried. And the smell. He had grown used to it, but at such close proximity, he could detect a faint odor of decay; subtle, yet still nasty.

But what about the taste? The hand that had been resting on his eye falls away; the small light within his eye socket shifts to focus on Killer, or rather, on the trails of liquid running down his bony cheeks. It would undoubtedly taste awful, just like the texture and the smell.

“Color? Are you okay? You’re oddly quiet…” The playful tone had vanished, leaving only concern in Killer’s voice — a tone not very familiar to Color.

Receiving no response, not even a grunt, Killer gets up from the bed, supporting himself on his forearms on the mattress, his face not so far from Color’s.

“Is it because of Chantilly? I know I promised not to bring any more cats here, but if you had seen his little face when I first saw him,” The liquid continued to drip, trailing down his chin until it finally fell onto Color, “and he doesn’t make that much of a mess — okay, he scratched the curtain one time, but he’s still scared and—”

Fuck it.

With a slight thrust from his spine, their faces collided, a gentle bump against each other. Before Killer could grasp what was happening — or think it might be the beginning of a kiss — Color opens his mouth, revealing a tongue the same color as his flames, and in a swift motion, licks Killer’s face.

The tongue moves from the tip of Killer’s chin to the edge of one of his eye sockets, cleaning the entire area in a single lick. The first thing he feels is a certain numbness, followed by a bad taste — bitter as he had imagined; perhaps it mixed with Killer’s tears as well, which would explain the salty taste that came afterward.

Still mulling this over, Color lays his head back down on the bed, not even noticing the state he has left the other skeleton in. Killer remains still, his mouth slightly open in surprise at Color’s unusual action. Now, his face was not only smeared with the remnants of his determined tears but also had a trail of saliva across it.

However, he doesn’t stay in that state for long.

“Was that the weird thing you were thinking about, hmm?” His soul vibrates between them as Killer finally settles all his weight onto Color’s lap, straddling him. “You really are a freak…”

Before Color could defend himself, Killer had already brought their faces close again, returning the lick Color had given him — but this one was very different from the previous one. It was slow, seeming to savor Color’s face with a certain tenderness, following the same path as Color’s tongue, from the tip of his chin to the end of his eye socket.

“Lucky for you, I can match our freaks, right?”

@toffeebrew @howlsofbloodhounds

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i hope the holiday will find you well

oh, noelle

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[last ask here!]

not canon but!!!! funny!!!

also quick lore check. ink changed their appearance after they joined nm :3

okay this is actually my last post today i need to get away from my ipad ASAP LMAOO

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Killer/Dream ♡

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Finally, the fic I have been rambling nonstop about to @howlsofbloodhounds is here! Let's see how much of an absolute disaster I can make Color before someone decides to take him from me lmao

Summary:

The human was not gonna back down nor fight, and Sans, if possible, wanted to avoid a violent escalation of the situation as well. Because, despite the souls’ best efforts, his body had not yet recovered from his escape. Every single one of his bones ached, and he was almost certain that the cracks that already covered a majority of his skull had expanded.

However, the stalemate didn’t last long because, as it seemed, the human had an ace up their sleeve. The outline of a black soul manifested on their chest and, soon after, a bright red button with ‘RESET’ written on it appeared in front of them. Sans barely had the time to notice Killer’s eyes go wide and wonder why that was before the human pressed it.

Sans stumbled onto a snowy path with no grace, alone and lost in an unfamiliar frosted forest. Snowflakes slammed harshly against his bones. They looked so delicate and yet he could swear they left a thousand tiny cuts on him. It was torturous… and yet familiar.

That was the power of a human. No. That was the power of an anomaly.

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or, Fresh out of the Void Color stumbles upon Something New. And, in his attempt to help, he perhaps bites off a bit more than he can chew

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concept i dont wanna make look better

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Protection never hurt anyone

Delta belongs to Zorox animated

Color belongs to Superyoumna

Epic belongs to yugogeer012

Transcript:

Delta: Heya Color! You’re going somewhere?

Color: Killer and I are gonna see a movie, nothing much

Epic: Das cool, have fun

Delta: …

Delta: You can never be too sure what his true intentions are. You’re always too trusting to strangers and you’re alr-

Color: I’ll be fine, Delta

Epic: Color…

Color: … Yeah?

Epic and Color: …

Color: NO.

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You’re not depressed. You just need $250,000 in your bank account.

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the way you can see it progressively get lazy JHELOP anyways go my delta x dust/murder propaganda huzzah!

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doodles.... oops they are squares now

color by superyoumna, killer by rahafwabas

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wanted to post some drawings i did recently! art of some characters i dont really draw as much

these are some redraws when i found some old sketches in magma; on the left are from 2023, and the right are new :)

this is a little embarrassing haha

nightmare & dream - jokublog

error - crayonqueen

swap - popcornpr1nce(?)

color - superyoumna

killer - rahafwabas

cross - jakei

ccino - black-nyanko(?)

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