#superbones

[start id: a digital drawing of franky and brook from one piece dressed up as frankenstein's monster and the bride of frankenstein, respectfully. franky has blue skin and short black hair. he has a bolt through his neck, and staples around his forehead, as well as a stitch line across his face. he is wearing a tattered blue jacket. brook is wearing an off-white dress with bandages up his arms. his hair is up like it was electrified, with a white bolt-shaped streak through it. franky is dipping brook down, one hand around his waist, and the other holding brook's hand. brook's other arm is wrapped around franky's neck. they are both smiling at each other. end id]

[start id: first image is a drawing of franky and brook from one piece. they are napping on a couch, with an aquarium behind them. brook is leaning against franky's shoulder, their heads resting together. franky has his arm wrapped around brook's middle, with brook resting his hand over his. brook is wearing a purple pajama set, while franky is wearing a loose maroon shirt and a speedo. second image is an ask from anonymous that reads, "platonic ask thing, 22 [Leaning their head on mine’s shoulder tiredly] with brook and franky?" end id].

[start id: a drawing of franky and brook from one piece. franky is pulling brook into a dance by his waist, as brook puts his hands on franky's shoulders, both of them grinning at each other. franky is wearing a suit jacket with zippered sleeves over a collared shirt and blue broach. his speedo and fingernails are a glittering purple. brook is wearing a cropped purple shirt and purple glitter pants. end id]

[start id: two digital drawings featuring franky and brook. the first has the two squished together, surrounded by a circle. above them reads, “perverted grandparents.” in the second, they are dressed in stereotypical grandparent outfits and high five-ing. franky has poof-y hair, and is wearing pearl earrings necklace, and a open maroon dress. brook is wearing glasses, and maroon bow-tie and suspenders. end id]

[start id: a digital drawing of franky and brook from one piece. it is dark, the only light from the moon outside the window and brook's cigarette. franky is wearing a black sweater with the illuminati eye on the back, and a hat that is almost falling off. he is bracing brook against a bar counter, standing between brook's leg. brook is wearing a collared shirt with suspenders, slacks, and spats. he has his arms around franky's neck. their faces are pressed together. franky is grinning, his teeth illuminated in the dark, and eye glowing red. end id]

this was 100% for the aesthetic, and i regret nothing.

“You smell nice,” Franky said suddenly.

“Don't eat me,” Brook responded, reflexively.

Franky laughed, a soft one that rumbled through his chest. “Not like that. You smell...” He trailed off and his head fell forward onto Brook’s lap. He was silent for a moment, long enough that Brook thought he had fallen asleep, but then he shifted to look up at Brook, cheek pressed into his pants, eyes half closed. 

“You smell like dust and paper and old wood. Like going into an attic full of boxes of memories for the first time. You smell like flowers and tea, even when you're not drinking any.” Franky’s eyes slid shut and he nestled more comfortably into Brook’s legs. “You smell like this place. Like home. It's nice.”

The last part was mumbled out and after a few moments, Franky’s breathing evened out as he slipped into sleep. Brook watched him, and gently began running his bony fingers through his hair. He glanced around the room, and it struck him how different it was from just a few months ago. Furniture had been rearranged, walls decorated and redecorated, things scattered about in the messy but organized way Franky was. It wasn't a moment frozen in time anymore, a bitter reminder of all the things he had outlived anymore. It was warm, and vibrant. It was lived in.