a little doodle thingie <3 cus Horrordust <3

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?”

The alternative was Nightmare and the whisper of a thought was the Ink Demon

I did this with my goat @foxxiefoxxer go check them out if you see this :3

Thinking of using that Nightmare doodle for a Killermare drawing but DID YOU GUYS HEAR MY GOAT KILLER × COLOR WAS CANON? WOOO!!! MY FAVORITE KILLER TIMELINE'S SHIP FOR HIM YAAAY!!!!! HEALTHY RELATIONSHIPS FOR THE WIN!!!

Artfight for @ph0enix-12 ^_^

Three years in a row and still going! We're back and ready to take a big break with our sweet boy, Sans. It's been some real gray years for some and we're ready to liven things up with some Multiverse Travels. Explore a different world (or worlds!) alongside your Sans of choice. What sights would you both see and experience?

If you’re unsure what Sans x Self-ship week is:

It’s a week long event to celebrate shipping yourself (or your OCs/Sona) with Sans. That can be good ol’ Classic but you can also go with any variant: Underfell, Horrortale, Dreamtale, your own personal AU—you name it, you can do it!

Fan fic and fan art are both allowed, as are NSFW and Dark fic works, we only ask that you tag things appropriately to give readers a heads up on what to expect! Please note that we will not be accepting any explicit underage content. Please tag your posts with #sanship, @this blog, or even submit your works directly to us so we can see and reblog what you create!

Due to tumblr’s restriction on NSFW visual content, you are more than welcome to post images to the Ao3 collection we have created specifically for this event, which can be found here: Sans/Self Insert Ship Week 2022. Simply click the little button to the right of the collection that reads, “Post to Collect”. Do bear in mind that you will have to host your art on an image hosting site before you can embed it in an Ao3 work. Additionally, if you post your work on Ao3 for this event, we encourage you to add them to the collection as well!

Since this is specifically aimed at Self-Insert content, we will not be accepting Frans or Sanscest content, though you are more than welcome to use these prompts for other characters and ships.

With that all said and done, have fun and we look forward to seeing what y’all come up with!

✧ Not interested in this year's prompts? Check our prompt masterlist for the previous years!

Sans x Self Ship Week - Day 7 (Reunited)

Sans x Self Ship Week-Day 3 [Playing Games]

don't worry, they only get like this on game nights and mean no harm. i also become extremely sarcastic and taunting when i play Smash Bros with friends, so my boys are no exception

Pallete:"Why?"

Crescent:" Because l am a prince."

Fresh:*enters the room* what'd l miss, broskies?

Crescent:*Gets a fright and falls of the table* ow...