#dustdance

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dustdance is such a pretty ship name too

CcccccccN̸͈̿o̷̍ͅṭ̷͌h̶͎̿i̴͉̒n̴͍̏g̸͇͑ ̶͇̽m̵̺̆ù̴͉c̸̗̐h̶̨̽.̸͓́Restart: O̴̻̿h̷̪̚ ̴̳̀b̵̙͘o̴̠͌y̵̩͗!̷͚͑ ̶͚̉Ś̶̞l̵͔̈́ä̶̫́t̸̤̿e̴̝͠-̸̫͛

(Chip knocks over a glass of water as Restart says Slate’s name, and a humanoid figure begins to emerge from the puddle. Eventually, the water solidifies into a skeletal figure wearing a red scarf.)

Chip: Is coming right over.

R: H̶̰̾i̴͓͂,̴̠͘ ̴̃ͅS̶͚̚l̸͓͆ą̸͗t̶̡̒e̸͇͗!̷̹̕ (He tackle hugs Slate, who flinches.)

Slate: Urk! H-hi, Restart.

C: Welcome back.

Sl: What have I missed?

R: N̸͈̿o̷̍ͅṭ̷͌h̶͎̿i̴͉̒n̴͍̏g̸͇͑ ̶͇̽m̵̺̆ù̴͉c̸̗̐h̶̨̽.̸͓́

C: Fifty-five posts of the blog Maxils created for us, a hug pile, Sil and Kenos crushing on each other - there will be more of that, for sure - and... uh... Don’t remember the rest.

K: Really? You don’t remember the one ask that was just a bunch of the letter F, and bursting into F.U.N.?

C: Oh, yeah, that.

K: Also gloating about how Sil is the shortest of us all, how you’re more babey than Chip, by the way Maxils, who is the most babey?

<Gimme a few more posts, then I’ll say.>

K: Okay. Sil can’t kill the... uh... askers?

R: V̷̟̉ö̴̝́i̴͔͝c̸̛̰e̶̱͂s̴̪͆.̶̋͜

C: People!

Sl: Wait, what are they called?

K: We... haven’t decided yet.

Sl: Oh. Anything else?

R: S̷͉̈́ẁ̸̻ì̷͕n̶͈͝g̶͙̓ ̵̪͛i̵̐ͅs̸̻͊ ̴͍̅c̷̩͂r̷̖͘y̷̥͊i̸̲̒n̷͎̏ǵ̵̫ ̸̳̽i̷͓͒n̴̘̒ ̴̹̋t̵͇̊h̵̭̆ḛ̵̒ ̴̪͌c̸͒͜ȯ̵̫r̸̼̂ń̵̟ë̷̞́r̵͚̍ ̶̻̚o̷͉̾f̷͈͐ ̸͎̏h̴͚̾ọ̷̈w̸̞͠ ̵̳̕h̴̨̔e̴̱̊'̵̮͆s̸̥̄ ̵̱̿Ĉ̸̼r̴͇̐ò̸̙s̸̹͗s̸͈̅ǎ̵͇n̸̼͊t̶̪̚ ̶̡͛S̴̻͑ĭ̶͚m̵̤̒p̴͇͘'̷̯͠s̵͙͌ ̷̯̕l̴͔̂e̶̺͋a̴̹̍s̸͕͌t̶̟̓ ̵̯̎f̷̟̓ȧ̵̺v̷͕̇ô̵̜r̷͍͝ì̷̡t̷͎͛e̵̢̊,̵͓̐ ̵͕͝a̴̼͑n̷̗̆d̵́͜ ̷̩́S̵̰̾i̷͚̎l̵̼̏ ̶͉̈́l̸̪̄ẹ̸͘f̴͙̉t̵̟̀ ̸͚̊b̴͈͑e̸̞̽t̸͈̃w̸̛͜e̵̳̊e̵̺͆n̵̼̊ ̶͑ͅa̷͘͜s̷̟͊k̸͕͐ś̵̙ ̸͙́b̸̧̑e̴̮̐c̴͕̍a̵͔͊u̴̧̓s̶̢͂e̸̬̔ ̴̻̈́t̶̨͐h̸̘̄e̸̗̕ ̸͉̀v̴̮͘o̷̗̒į̴͠c̷̘̓e̵̤̽s̸̞̀ ̶͙̀w̸͚̏e̶̳̅r̶͉͆ë̸̢ ̸̢̒a̴̰͌s̷̟̀k̵͈̅ȋ̸̢n̵̖̓g̷̜̿ ̸̭́ā̷͉b̶̢̛ỏ̴̡u̴̯̎t̶̳͆ ̶̹̓Ḅ̸̑i̴͓͒t̴̺̂t̴͖̅ĕ̴̹r̴̬̀ṩ̶w̴̠͠ė̶͕é̵̦t̵͎͑.̴͚͗

K: You also missed Sil freaking out over a hug, Chip not wanting to hear a joke about ghosts, us getting fucking rick rolled, Sil agreeing that I’m the most attractive member of the gang, Chip trying to give me false hope, Swing lying about not stealing my Kit Kat, Sil asking if Smarties count as chocolate bars, Chip dragging Maxils into the hug pile, Chip having an ovo fest, Chip talking about his past, Restart freaking out about the voices being back-

R: W̴̢̐h̷̠̄i̷̤͛c̵͔͝h̸̙͊ ̸̫̈S̵̩͋i̴̼͘l̵̳̊ ̴̝́a̷̱͝š̸̢s̷͇̅u̵͇̒ř̸̻e̷̜̓d̸̺͘ ̷̪̆m̸͚͗e̷̢͂ ̶͈̓i̷̻͘s̵̋ͅ ̵̦͑p̵̝̈́e̴̩̾r̸̦͂f̷̳̓e̷̝̓c̸̙̑t̵͍͊l̷̜̒y̸̞̑ ̶̼̎n̵͉͌o̵̟͠r̵͕͊m̴̙͊a̵͎͠ḻ̶̈́ ̵̣̒ṫ̶̬h̵̰̄ì̷̜s̸͐͜ ̶̫͑ẗ̸͇́í̵̥ṃ̷̓é̷̜.̸̺̓ ̵͖͑A̸̲̐l̸̻͝s̵͆͜o̷̦̓,̷̎ͅ ̸̮͗m̸̭͝y̶̮͗ ̷̘̔e̵͎͑x̷̫̎p̴͙̍l̸̝̈́a̵͖̒ṉ̶͛a̶͙͑t̷̖͂ị̶́o̷͌͜n̷͚͗ ̴͔̏ỏ̴̞f̶͈͠ ̶̰͛c̵̻̅ǎ̷̝l̴̮̕l̸̠͌ī̷̱n̴̜̒ǵ̶̩ ̶̙͆C̸̙͒r̸̩͒o̷̻̐s̴̥͗ś̸̯a̴̖͒n̸̹̉t̷̤̋ ̴̺̌S̴̢̈́ĭ̴͔m̴̯̚p̴͚̀ ̸̥͗C̸̳̓ṛ̷̀o̸̤̍s̸̥̽s̸̥̋a̴̝̐n̶̻͘t̵̡͗ ̸͓̓S̵̱̉i̸͇͋m̴̫͘p̸͉͋,̸͕̋ ̸̧̓t̸̢́h̶͈̎ḛ̴͑ ̵̛͖f̴̗͛ĭ̸̤f̸̘̽t̴̢̛i̴̳͒ě̵̯t̷̜͒h̶̪͠ ̴̘̅p̶͓̉o̸̮͝ş̸̐ť̸͔.̶̠̀.̸̙̐.̶̝̉

K: The favorite color question, which Restart answered in your stead, Maxils saying that Swing is her least favorite, and questions about Bittersweet.

Sl: Cool, already forgotten everything except the Rick Roll and Chip... doing something that I forgot, so yay. I don’t remember anything you said.

C: Same here.

K: ohmyfuckinggodwhyareyoutwosoforgetful-

R: Î̷̘t̷͇͒ ̸̙̔h̷͕̊ä̴̞s̷̳̃ ̴̡͝s̷̘̿ò̷̫m̵͖̓e̷̤̎t̷̯̊h̵͓͊i̸̩͂n̶̫͆g̴͖̉ ̶̰͝t̴̖͑o̸͖͗ ̸̣̄d̷̝̊o̶̡̊ ̷̪́w̴͐ͅi̶͚͒t̴̪̓ẖ̴́ ̵̧͗ṱ̸̊ĥ̶̬e̷̩͆ ̶̣͠c̸̳̓h̶̩̄a̷̰͛ŕ̶̝ã̷̪c̷̻̔t̸̠̊e̷̹͝r̶̜̀s̶͚̀ ̵̢͗ţ̸̔h̵̟̐ạ̶͑t̸͎̒ ̴̳̀ṫ̶̲h̷̭͋ę̵̄ỳ̵͇'̴̪̅r̵̰̕ê̵̺ ̴͎̅f̵̧͌u̵̝̿s̸͉̉i̵̐͜ỏ̴̟n̴̫̊s̸̖̿ ̸̱̈́ò̸̢f̶͙̉.̶͔̆

K: WHAT THE HELL DO YOU EVEN MEAN BY THAT- You know what, I’m going to call it an early night. Fuck this shit, I’m out. (He teleports out.)

C: I’m gonna make dinner. (He goes to the kitchen.)

Sw: im just gonna cry in this corner- (He sobs quietly in the corner.)

R: G̴̡̽ȗ̴͓e̸̯̋s̷̳̀ṣ̴̂ ̶̢́I̶͕͠'̷̳͋l̴̞̎l̶̳̒ ̸̨̅g̵̯̀ő̴͜ ̵̻́b̶̲͘o̶̠̊r̴̜̄r̷̫̈ǒ̶̥ẉ̶̄ ̴̟͊Ḅ̴̈́í̶͙t̸̜͒ĉ̷̼h̸̺͠ę̶͗r̴̲̋s̶̡͂ḧ̴̹́i̶̟̓t̸͈͘'̶̠̒ŝ̵̝ ̷̫̈́c̷̛̻ẖ̴͛o̶̱͌c̵̙̏o̶̗͝l̵̞͊a̴̖͛t̴̰͘e̷̟͒.̷̭̃ ̶̟͂B̶͔̊ŷ̸̰ė̴͔,̶̭͋ ̴̧̌S̶͜͝l̷̕͜a̵̼͘t̴̫͝e̸̫͗ỹ̴̘~̶̤͐ (He winks and goes through a portal.)

Sl: ...okay...

<SLATE IS NOW AVAILABLE FOR ASKS! ...And everyone else is unavailable, but go ahead and send in everyone asks! Slate can handle them.>

Restart: L̸̠̋è̶ͅt̴̪͊'̴̨͐s̸͍̄ ̴͇̽d̵̙̾ö̶̫ ̷̰̓t̷̠͑h̶̜̊i̷̎͜ṣ̸͌ ̵̯̅f̴̤͊õ̴͕u̴̜͝r̴̞͐t̷̗͂h̴͉̎ ̷̞̔w̷̞̎ǎ̶͍l̴͉̚l̴͊ͅ ̸̙͝b̶̡̓ṛ̶͗e̷̥͒a̷̤̐k̶͚͂ ̴̨̋ṣ̶͑t̵̼̋ẏ̷̳l̵̦̑ȩ̸̅.̴̹̑

Whatever. I’m her favorite. Otherwise, why would she create me first?

<Because he and Kenos were the first two ideas brought up. I decided to draw him first because he’d be less detailed.>

Kenos: Then she drew her favorite.

<Nope, I drew you because I wanted to draw you next because you were the other first idea.>

Chip: Then?

<Chip was next because I figured, let’s go in chronological order of when they joined.>

Swing: and after chip, you drew who would end up being your favorite.

<No. You are not my favorite. Not saying I don’t like you, cuz I do, but you’re my least favorite.>

R: S̷͚̊ḣ̴̗é̶̹ ̴̗̄d̴͎͐ȓ̷͓e̸͕͒w̷̼̌ ̵̤̌m̵̜̓ḛ̸̐ ̷͎̃n̸̖͠e̴̗͐x̵̼̍t̸̯̒ ̴͈̅b̴̲̚ȅ̵̫ċ̴͍a̵͘ͅṷ̵͝s̸̻̄e̸̐͜ ̴̖͝s̵̝͂h̵̦̐e̵͖̓ ̴̇ͅṡ̴ͅḁ̷͛i̵̢̔d̶̙͛ ̵̰̇s̵̯͗c̷̫̆r̸̮̓e̵̼͝w̶̺͂ ̶͍͝ć̶͕h̴͇͝r̸̯̂o̷̠̓n̵͎͠o̶̺̅l̸̬̓o̷̩͝g̷̜̕i̵̻̽c̷̯͂a̴͍̐ĺ̶̩ ̷͚̄o̵͍̚r̷̫̂d̵̩̿ë̷͕́r̸̯̂,̵̯̚ ̶̭͋I̴̬̊'̶͓̓m̴͇͘ ̵̥̃g̴̩̑ó̸̟i̴͕̿n̸̥̈g̶̦̍ ̶̧͠w̴̙̔ï̸͎ţ̵͘ḥ̵̉ ̶̣́w̴̭̒h̸̬̄ö̷͙́ ̵̛̩ẅ̴͖́ḣ̴͜ȇ̷͇è̶̺l̷̦͆o̶̼͝f̷̠́n̶͎̍a̶͖̐m̸̺͑e̶̟̍s̵̥̅.̵͉̔c̶̺͑o̴̜̓m̷̍ͅ ̸͕̑a̸̯̒n̶̟͋d̷̦̏ ̵̨̃m̴̞̑a̶̢̎ṋ̶͂ẏ̷͈ ̵͙̇o̴͈͋t̸̼̊h̴̼͗e̴̠̚r̷̺̓ ̸͙̈́p̸̳̓e̵̮̔o̴̳̿p̴̺̀l̶͓̒è̷̝ ̷̘̇a̷̟͊r̶̘͑è̴͍ ̴̫̈́t̶̡͊ê̵̪l̶̖̽l̵͇͆ḯ̷̡ṋ̴̕g̷̝͒ ̶̣͗m̴̦͊e̷̘͌ ̸͖̒t̴̰̑ỏ̶̥ ̷̩́d̸͙̀ọ̵̋ ̵̳̈́n̶͖͠ẹ̶͑x̴̘̆ẗ̷͕.̶͙͝

<Yes, exactly. Frankly, you were hell to draw. Finally, I drew Slate, who isn’t here yet. He was also hell to draw.>

R: Y̶̲̿ō̶̳u̶̠͝'̶̥̈́ŗ̵͝e̴̾ͅ ̸̡̽w̴̨̌è̸̮l̴̛̫ċ̵ͅȏ̵̝m̸̟̉ȅ̷̻.̷̪́

<Let’s split this into six categories. Design, personality, name, fusion (how much i like the fusion itself), easiness to draw and relatability.>

<Easiness to draw goes to Swing. Reason, Sil has hands. If Sil had no hands, the award would go to him. Kenos is third, Chip is fourth. Slate and Restart are interchangeable for fifth and sixth.>

Sw: hell yeah. winning by two hands.

The fuck-

<Name goes to Kenos. Silhouette is the runner up. Slate is third, Restart and Chip are fourth and fifth interchangeably, and Swing is sixth.>

K: Thank you, thank you.

<Personality goes to Chip. Again, Sil is the runner up. I have a soft spot for the bean. Swing is sixth, Kenos fifth, Slate will probably end up being fourth and Restart is third.>

C: Yay!

If you weren’t bean, I would have won.

<Nah, Chip would probably still win.>

Damn.

<Relatability goes to Sil. This was very hard to decide because I tried to make everyone somewhat relatable. It’s hard to decide on this because everyone relates to different characters a different amount.>

WOO! Fuck yeah!

<Fusion is difficult between Slate and Restart, as is design. Overall, though, I think I’ll give the fusion award to Slate and the design award to Restart. Your design may be hell to draw, but it’s also fun to draw. Everyone else ties for third for design. For fusion, Chip is third, Sil is fourth, Kenos is fifth and Swing is sixth.>

R: Y̶̲̿ō̶̳u̶̠͝'̶̥̈́ŗ̵͝e̴̾ͅ ̸̡̽w̴̨̌è̸̮l̴̛̫ċ̵ͅȏ̵̝m̸̟̉ȅ̷̻.̷̪́

<Overall, I don’t have a favorite, but if I had to pick, it wouldn’t be Swing.>

...Okay then.

Sw: fuck you.

(She waits until they all leave the room.)

<If we were including everyone in this multiverse, Bittersweet would win best fusion. No, I’m not telling you the fusion yet. Y’all gotta fuckin’ ask questions to find out. Also, directly asking who he’s a fusion of won’t get you the answer. Try to ask Sil a few questions around the topic but not directly on it. He’s the one who knows this.>

R: B̵̙̑y̴̬̌ ̶̲̒t̵̙̃h̵̛̩e̸̮̽ ̶̘̿w̸̞͛a̴̧̚ẏ̷ͅ,̶̩̓ ̷̥͐Ḯ̵͎ ̶̤̐h̷̖͊e̶̤̚a̷̟͊r̵̺̋d̴̪̈́ ̸̗͂a̶͉͐l̵̢͆l̸̢̃ ̸̟̓t̸͐͜ḣ̸̖a̴̩̅t̵̙̀.̷͓̂

<FUCKING->

Lavender. Most people automatically jump to black or blue when they see me, so lavender is usually a shock to them.

Kenos, Swing and Chip all at once: Blue.

Kenos: One at a time?

One at a time.

Restart: I̷̞̋͠ ̷͔̰͝ċ̵͙͠a̸̢̜͗͐l̴̩̞̂l̵̼̿ ̴̦̆d̵̦̽i̵͈͐̄b̸̓͜s̶͇̝͆͋ ̸̭̹͠ò̶͙ṋ̸̍͠ ̶̺̓̊͜g̷̺̯̈́͠o̷̺̤̎i̴͖̐͒ņ̴͘g̶͓̈́͆ ̶̜̓f̵͉̲̈́i̷͇͔̽ŕ̶̗ṥ̸̩̥ţ̵̃!̷̥͝

Swing: dammit.

R: Ṋ̴̱́ǫ̷͌ ̶̟̫̏p̵̺̓̆ë̶͉̱́t̶̠͠ṡ̴̙ ̷͉̫̽ǟ̶̯l̶̜͚̈́ḷ̶̯̿̑o̴̗͒̓ẃ̶̭̦͝e̵̥̬̓ḏ̷̛́ ̷̩̏͘b̶̧͍͋͐e̷̦͑͊ç̷̰̃ā̴͉̜ủ̵͇͘s̷̠̏e̵̟͘͠ ̷͈̓̕ó̷̳͋f̵̩̲͋͐ ̴̦͚̄S̷̛͒ͅi̶̼̓̇l̶̡̯̈́͘.̵̟̘̅

Standard protocol.

K: Visitors must be approved by Sil.

Standard protocol.

Sw: No popping popcorn in the microwave from midnight until at least two other people are awake, unless everyone is awake.

Chip: No TV after midnight. Slate and Swing break this rule very often.

Sw: Don’t pretend that you’re innocent too!

C: It was ONE TIME!

Sw: Then fifteen other times!

C: You do it three times a week! Slate does it FOUR!

(Kenos prepares two bags of popcorn while they argue. He gives one to Sil.)

Thanks.

K: No prob.

Anyways, another guideline is no dating the ABC shits. It’s harder to fight your enemy if you’re dating them. It’s simply standard protocol.

R: U̸͑͜h̴͚͉̓̇.̴̮̺͑͝ ̵̼͉͊̊U̶̼͌̏m̷̫̺͌.̵̰̦̐̚ ̴͚̗̍͋K̵̲̠̃e̵̘̖̋ȩ̴̞̌͠p̸̡͋ ̸̙́̅t̴̗͗̑h̵̩̉ȅ̸͚̐ ̷̨̼̅͝Ả̴̺̭͒C̴̟̑̇ ̶͓͔̉a̸̹̱̐͐t̶̟̩̄ ̶̭̻̔͊6̶̝͖͌̽9̴̲̾͜ ̴̲͛̋d̸̪̈́é̸̡g̵̬̞͒r̷̝͇̊ě̴̛̱e̸̖̓͌s̴̡̲̎͘ ̵͍̏̃F̸̛̻̮̈́ă̵͚̗͗h̶̜̠̏ṙ̶͖̉ĕ̷͎ǹ̸͖h̶̙́͂e̶̞͌́i̸̹̮͂t̷̀ͅ ̴̜̔͜a̴̛̼͐t̵̺́͝ ̸̠̤̎̍ă̶̞l̸̟̗̉ľ̵̺͖ ̷̟͑t̵̥́i̷̳͑͂m̸͕̂̇͜ẻ̶̗s̵̫̽!̸̤͗̒

K: Do not touch Sil unless you can’t die from his goop, or he initiates contact.

Also standard protocol. (He extends two tentacles to carefully separate Chip and Swing.) That’s enough fighting, you two.

Sw: Fiiiiine. No stealing chocolates from each other.

C: You may only drive if you have at least two working eyes and don’t need glasses. This means Slate and Swing only. Technically also Maxils, but she doesn’t even have her learner’s permit yet, she has glasses but never wears them, and she’s technically not even a part of the Ckrsss gang.

Standard safety protocol. The rest of us either have poor vision, also known as Restart, vision in only one eye, meaning myself and Kenos, or both. I’ll let you deduce who that is. Restart also isn’t allowed to drive because sometimes, glitches fill up his eye sockets, blinding him.

Anyways, the final protocol is to be aware that I am allowed break all protocols at any time I like, excluding the no driving one. The first one, I physically can’t break because everything that touches me dies. The second, I am myself so I don’t need approval of anyone. The third and fourth, I’m allowed to break because I’m the boss. The fifth, why the fuck would I want to date the ABC shits. The sixth, we have for the memes. The seventh, again, I am me. The eighth, again, I’m the leader, so fuck you. The ninth, I covered already.

<Hey guys, we’re at fifty.>

K: Fifty what?

R: P̵͓͍͂̎õ̸̡̮͝s̶͎͎͂́t̵̢̜̒ş̸̀,̷̡͉͑̈́ ̵̣̗̎̎d̷͙̪̋͐ų̸̗̒h̸̦̓̂.̶̙́

Oh wow, Slate hasn’t been here for fifty posts of this blog. He’s been missing out.

C: Restart must be sad.

R: D̴̖̏o̶̬̔n̵̝̾̀u̷̹͋̄t̶̖͎̂̇,̵̨͕͊̑ ̸̩͋͗o̵̮͝͝u̵͙̅t̸̢̘̎̄ ̴̜̝̓͌o̵̮̿͝f̴̫͇̽ ̷̼̯̇ṱ̴̛͒h̴̼̑e̶̻̙̓̚ ̵̟̀l̸̨̜̈́̒ȃ̴͎ş̵͌͠t̵̢̙́̐ ̸̖͔̈f̵̩̄i̵̥͍͠f̵̻͠t̵͙͠y̸͇̍ͅ ̴̯͓̄p̴̠̀͒ő̷̗̱s̵̛͔t̷͔̞̀s̷̹͌,̷̻̈́̔ ̴̛̼̿Ĩ̶̭'̶̪̋̄v̴̹̙̓̉ĕ̷̻̭ ̷̧̮̀b̶̰͌ẻ̸̹e̷̦̞͂n̵͇͚͋̉ ̴̡̐h̷̳̋͆e̸̹͊r̸̮̻̀̾e̵̺͗͜ ̷̝̮̒̎f̶̥̤͊̂o̷͈̕͝r̴̰̔̉ ̶̮̻͊t̶͈̐̌ẘ̵̼o̸͇͇̿ ̴̭͔̋a̵̼̎͛͜ņ̸̯͛ḋ̸͔̦ ̶̪̾̀ả̴͉̻͑ ̵͔͋ḫ̴̓̊â̸͉͚l̸̟̿́f̸̟̘̍.̵̨̣͗́ ̵̞̩͆͂H̵̠̑͝ả̷̮̺̓ḓ̶̱̍̉ ̶͉̲͠I̸̺̫̓͛ ̵̻̻͝c̷̺͖̏o̶̮͐̐m̸̨͈͂̎ę̶̝͒ ̴̳̦̐̀t̴̠̬̐̆h̶̭͆̔r̵͇͗͝e̶͔͍͋ȩ̸̘̐ ̷̡̲́p̵̨̿o̶̬̐ş̴̝̎t̶̝͝s̸̹͎̐ ̶̞͓̌ĺ̵͖̑a̷̩̍͝t̷̝͔̕e̸͓͐̓r̶̺͓̾,̷̜̭̂ ̷̗̞͐Ḯ̴͍̙'̵̥͆d̷̢̦̒ ̴̛͖̉h̵̳̾̇a̶̻̐v̸̟̄̈e̵͓̦̾̋ ̴̛͚̤m̷̼̅i̴̗͌̀s̸̢̈́́s̴̩̱͆e̸̻͐̐d̵̤̒͘ ̷̨͇̽t̶͎͓͋h̸̟͚͋͑i̴̯͇̎s̶͓̬̈̑,̷̼̫̿ ̸̹̈́t̵̗͇͝ọ̸̳̃͗ö̷͇̦.̶̞͂ ̷̱̤̀̎Î̸͉ ̶͈̦̒h̴̝̪̄a̴̠͊̚v̵̰̾e̸̮̳͌̂ ̶̥͂n̸̫̈́͑ò̵̥ ̸̱̓ṙ̷͉i̸̢͍̔͂g̵̼̓͑ḫ̶͍͝t̶̜̐ ̴̞͕͐ẗ̴̠́ȏ̷̼̚ ̶̟͖͂b̶̛̬̠̽ḙ̷̤͑ ̷̪̭̔s̵̙͝a̷͍͗̕d̶̮̏.̶͖̂̕

Sw: Fifty posts, and not a single art-based answer.

K: Well, we’re only at 49 asks...

<Shut up. 50 posts is 50 posts. In celebration, Imma make a Discord server for this.>

Don’t you have enough already?

<oh my god yes- my answer is always square>

...Upside-down triangle.

Kenos: Square.

Chip: Blue!

Swing: 32.

Do Smarties count?

<No.>

...Mars bars.

Kenos: Aero.

Chip: Twix!