#seenbutgone

wew cutting it a bit close with this one lads, lil rushed but... have two of my absolute favourite gays dancing for inktober day 9: swing!

reset is @vnravell‘s... 

[SHUFFLE DRABBLES : NOT ACCEPTING]

when you swallow someone                               w h o l e                               you are bound to choke                                         — “Tiger Teeth”, Walk The Moon

Sleazy had taken to stealing away from Fang’s side once he’d fallen asleep, because it was then that his mind got loudest. Reminding him of how he’d failed another and let them slip. His conscience was too heavy to stay restful and in bed: he almost felt like he didn’t deserve the peace of company then.

The guilt settled in his throat, and sometimes he just had to go let it out. He couldn’t tell anyone he was doing this, or disturb anyone, because he knew it wasn’t good for him to keep doing this, it wasn’t healthy, and he worried that Fang might take it the wrong way were he to hear about it.

Tonight was one of those nights where he had grown restless. His sockets ached, and his soul felt too full. So he slipped out from under his partner’s shadow, the quietest and least disturbing way he could think to leave the room, and made his way down the hall to one of the guest rooms.

He used a shortcut to bypass the door completely. Doors were too noisy. Floral scents greet him on the other side; flowers he’d decorated the room with, and changed regularly. Amaranths, primarily, in vases and wound up the posts of the bed and lay across the sheets. The fading wine colours were broken up with spots of blue and yellow, like stars just starting to shine out of a sunset: forget-me-nots.

They almost lulled him into a false serenity. Almost tricked him into believing the room held life.

He took his time approaching the bed, and only sat at its edge at first, settling amongst the petals strewn across it, not daring to let his eyes wander across it. Instead he stared down at his feet, unblinking, and remained sat still there for a while. Like he was waiting for the sleeping to wake, and ask him if he was okay.

But those words would never come, and, eventually, the dam had to burst. A sob choked out of him, squeezed out as he slumped and curled in on himself more. He tried to be quiet, he didn’t want to disturb anyone, but he couldn’t be completely silent — a few more sobs choked out before he could cover his face with his hands, to try and stem the flow of tears. Truth be told, he’d done everything he can to hold it in, because he still had a job to do here. They were still fighting a war. He didn’t have the luxury of being able to stop and grieve, not for very long.

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could you DELETE me?                  will you put me would it be EASY?                          IN MY GRAVE?

happy birthday to my bestie ziz!! i love him and his muses so much, especially reset, who is a very naughty bad man who has broken my heart so much over the years but also mended it plenty too

i hope you have a great day today dude 💚

sorry 26 is a bit late! but i decided to draw another halloween costume for fin, who's dressing up as venom with his partners

featuring my friend situ's undyne of the blog @sourtrout, and my friend ziz's gaster reset of @seenbutgone / @setebcs

(( bit late, but, here’s the tie-up from the Arachnophobia event!

“DO YOU WANT TO GO TAKE A WALK?”

      “YEAH, THAT SOUNDS GOOD.”

                    “WATERFALL?”