#reapsfear

☆ Had fun drawing this! Worked on it for Weaver!Sans birthday. ☆

☆The bunnies here are a small kameo of :

Chaser!Sans Reaper!Chaser

Karma Anon Purgatory 7Lawless7 at deviantart

Charm(ship child)

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Spirit looks towards the insistent chanting of his name, already smiling, because Minishinis always make him smile. He squats down to eye level with the little shinigami to get a better look at the model.

“ they THREW a strawberry at me, you dingus. right in the face. ”

                                      many  RIVERS  flowed into the  OCEAN OF HATRED  for this woodchip. one of them being kidd playing along with the sharade of this failure being   ‘    his brother    ’   when asura   &&   the cub shared two entirely different creators. though the greatest reason was the grandest one  BEING AWARE  .   (      of the alternate role asura played      )   of what he   ‘    truly    ’   was.   &&   all the concept ever looked at were what the shinigami could become the next second. he was a threat   !!   to this future, to kidd themself. such a thing was  NOT PERMITTED  . it was clear kidd would not be able to kill asura, but creator could impale this  SHITSTAIN  , they impaled beings with   more worth   . two perfect suns gaze on asura,      hungry ravens nearby      , glorious disgust written in their expression.

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◸ ❤ ◹ – It’s not that he was questioning Kid’s Lord Death’s judgement. No, he had total faith in him.

And it wasn’t that he doubted his (wonderful, amazing, talented) daughter’s abilities to bring someone back from the brink of madness. She could do anything, after all, and he’d seen her do it before.

No, what was bothering him was just the question of why he had been stuck with watching the Kishin, or rather, the ex-Kishin, while everyone else was busy probably throwing a celebration party. 

Surely someone else would have been better. Marie had her healing wavelength (and her massive strength). He didn’t really like the idea of Maka watching them, but she’d been able to pull them from madness before, so she was probably more capable. Death, even Black*Star would have been better.

No, scratch that, Black*Star definitely wouldn’t have been a better choice.

Maybe he should just admit that he really doesn’t want to be here, sitting in incredibly awkward silence, drinking vending machine coffee and watching Asura twist one of their scarves into knots.

The tension was painfully palpable.

Spirit sighs, and knocks back the rest of the bitter coffee before trying (and failing) to throw it into the recycling can. He mumbles a swear under his breath as the can very noisily bounces off the edge of the bin and onto the floor.

He’ll pick it up later.

He looks back at Asura as the silence slowly settles over them again, like a very thick and uncomfortable blanket. He doesn’t think he can take it anymore. He’s never been good with being quiet. He clears his throat a little bit and sits up straighter.

“So. You get a phone yet?”

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