Any medium or experimentation is welcome! AI is strictly prohibited. All entries will be reblogged.
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Anything with Color!sans or Othertale is encouraged :)!!!!! THIS EVENT IS MEANT TO BE COLOR FOCUSED!!!! We won’t discourage if you draw him with others or have ships involved, YOU'REE FREE TO ADD OTHERS SO LONG AS COLOR IS THERE!! But we hope there will be more art focused on only color. (🦇)
You can draw other characters WITH Color! This is Color's drawing prompt month, so as long Color is there as well you can add anybody else. You also don't have to draw Color as a Sans jsyk (🌱)
No matter the platform you’re always free to participate. Posting on tumblr would mostly be for others to see your work since we’ll be rebloging all works with the colorune tag, other then the @ for the event. (🦇)
'Color's determined to get you to try a new food that you're skeptical over.'
Word Count: 1,300
Pairing: Color x Reader
Event Hosted by: @colorune
You've just finished pulling your best and fluffiest comforter from the dryer, fresh and warm and extra toasty. Absentmindedly folding it three times over your arm in routine, despite going to immediately unravel it in about two minutes, making your way back into the living room.
There's still a few more things to grab and tidy before movie date night. Color said he'd run a few minutes late, so you've got time.
You would've already had everything ready by now, but this was a reschedule. Originally meant to take place yesterday, as per always on Fridays, but something came up on his end.
All good, though. No issues here for you. Things sometimes just happen, and it's not like you're incapable of keeping yourself entertained on a Friday.
…Actually, maybe you won't worry about cleaning the rest of the place. It's not like Color's actually concerned about your house being spotless. You'll just pull the snacks out of the oven and go sit down.
It doesn't take you being able to smell the cookies, or looking at the clock, to know that they'll be done soon. You make them so hilariously often for the two of you that there's an internal timer in your consciousness.
It also doesn't take you twice to remember oven mitts. You only needed to burn the hell out of yourself once to learn.
The smoke from the oven blindsides you, but you power through with squinted eyes and retrieve the pan of a baker's dozen. Gently kicking the trap closed behind you, taking the two steps needing to place the cookies on the far wall of the stove.
Depending on where Color's at, they'll be cooled off by the time he gets here, or by the time you're both ready to watch the movie.
It all works out for you. You're just excited to have cookies either way, despite already having them once a week in his company.
Maybe you'll go sit with that blanket and scroll on your phone while waiting—
Just in your peripheral of the oven's see-through part of the door, you catch Color's abrupt appearance by the light over his head.
He teleported in to the middle of the kitchen, just some paces behind you. And when you two make eye contact, you get a front-row seat to seeing his posture and smile visibly relax.
And also a front-row seat to the fact he's carrying a white, plastic handled bag of takeout?
He had said 'hey', but you missed it. A little too zeroed-in on the food he brought.
…You're not familiar with the smell of it. You don't know what he has, but it doesn't seem the most appetizing to you.
Smells gross, to put it bluntly.
His slides scuffing against the tiles of the kitchen bring you back into it.
Color's now in front of you, accompanied with a twitch of worry to his brow. "y'alright?"
"…Yes?"
Obnoxiously unconvincing, but after a few beats of eye contact between the two of you, he lets it go with a shrug of his shoulders.
He's not one to force answers from people, which you so appreciate.
He pivots on his heel to the other side of the counter, where he plops his bag down and immediately starts digging in to it.
You stick close to your cookies, hoping the sweet aroma of that will override whatever it is he has on his end of the kitchen. It feels like you're one step away from becoming nauseous.
"i brought us chips and dip from that mexican place we saw the other day!"
…Oh stars, that's what that is? Why does it smell like that?
Well, now you're morbidly curious. Stepping away from the comfort of your cookies to peer just over his shoulder, which he side-steps away to accommodate you and make space.
Regular corn chips in the vague shape of a scoopable bowl, and two types of dip. Something red, packed with enough seasoning to clear your sinuses, and then what looks like just regular melted cheese.
He points to the red dip. "that one's by far my favorite dip i've ever had in my life. i don't know what's all that stuff in it, because the menu literally only described it as the spanish word for 'sauce', but you need to try it."
…
You return to your cookies, moving to retrieve a plate to gather them on. "I'm alright. Thanks, though."
He presses, though, "what? no, wait, i'm serious! you'll love it!"
..The cookies aren't solid enough yet. You can't hide within them. You nervously keep your back turned, though, trying to pretend to be busy and nonchalant. You're embarrassed, "Well, that's just more for you, right?"
He shrugs again, though this time not clocking that you're uncomfortable. "guess so."
The movie is about halfway over. You've eaten up your half of the cookies, and he's had half of his chips and sauce.
And as usual of your movie date nights, it's so far been another blazing success of warm and nice cuddles underneath the same large blanket.
Legs over each other's, his head against your shoulder, you're playing with the end of his sleeve—It's all nice.
He's not said anything else about the red dip for a little over an hour, and it stopped smelling so strongly not too long ago, so you should be safe to finally untense—
"you sure you don't want to try it?"
Fuck.
…It's probably time to stop awkwardly dancing around the topic. You know he'll immediately stop pressuring you if you tell him why you're so unwilling, but it's still something you're phenomenally embarrassed by.
With a deep breath that you immediately regret because all you did was take in that smell again, you ask him to pause the film for a second.
Turns out you never had the words ready, though. What you've done was successfully create an awkward silence between you two.
He breaks it, though. Confused, "what's wrong?"
You feel your face turn warm as you look away, trying to not feel so shameful about being mildly picky. "I… really don't want to try the chips."
"i'll give you five g."
…
What?
That switch-up baffles you enough to make you forget that you were even nauseous in the first place.
"You're bribing me to try your gross salsa?"
He gets all smiley, "is it working?"
Mmm…
You don't think so, no. Not at all. Five G is not worth what he's asking of you.
Shaking your head no but with an amused smile, to which he responds by exaggeratedly sulking in to himself like a pouty toddler.
His flames are burning a little brighter in his own amusement, and he scooches himself the slightest bit closer to you to put an arm over your shoulders. "i could even make it 6 g."
"Oof, that's pretty high up there. You sure you're willing to lose that?"
His next smile is sly, "i'm determined to get you to try the dip."
You adjust the grip that you still had on the end of his sleeve, and lightly tug just enough to get his attention without scaring him, "Give me a kiss and I will."
…He blinks. His flames flickering into a sharper form for just one short second.
"uh, you sure you don't want a whopping 7 g?"
You point to your cheek, forgetting what you were afraid of in the midst of the playfulness between you two.
His own cheekbones turn a light shade of everything.
But, alas, he was determined. "...fine. deal."
All of that for some dip you ended up liking. You still feel like a winner, though.
He says he'll take you out to eat there sometime soon—and, again, you feel like the real winner here.
I was this close to giving up, but in the end I managed to finish it and im glad because I really liked the results!!! This guy really inspires me to draw....
I actually lowkey like the drawing kinda this time :D I didn’t really know what colors to use for his flames thooo so I just used orange and like a pinkish red! SO YUH
omg you two are running this!! hi lovelies!! youre both so amazing♡♡ im really excited to hopefully participate :3
Hello !! Aaaaaa thank you so much !! I really hope you participate 😻 like I say all the time—even if it's just one day it means the world hehe <33
This blog was created so that we'd have more content of Color Sans hehe... HAVE FUN IF YOU DO !! —(🌱)
LMFAOOOO hi hi! Tysm.. Im soso excited to see your entries!! Buuuutttt make sure to take a break and do it at your own pace. Don’t feel obligated to push through when you’re tired and it’s completely fine if you do day 1 on like the 20th. The important thing is to have fun!
Along with what fern said.. this was created bc we wanted more color sans art..or i at least wanted more art of color on his own + absolute hyperfixation —(🦇)
