#citrusbones

[outrunning--karma]

"How the hell have you not smoked in so long? I'd have caved by now."

*And he’s really good at it!–*aaa sans cherub nooo!

[askblueberrymuffin]

[Continued from x] @citrusbones

Well. That’s not good.

“...How you feelin’..?” he asks instead. He doesn’t bother asking if Citrus is okay. He’s laying in the middle of their room, playing depressing music, that is not the picture of someone in an adequate state of mental health.

[commander-pee]

Tell me?

28. “Nooooooo, I don’t want to tell you!”

[dengoes-a]

@citrusbones said: you'd be on here too if not for ur big hands u-u

WHAT TH’ FUCK IS THAT SUPPOSE TO MEAN?

[rexcellente]

“You look familiar...."

Send “You look familiar” for a starter with an alternate version of my muse!

The atmosphere feel denser. Colder for sure. Wind billowing strong waves of snow as it harshly falls upon the ground. It’s dark, dark than normal.

Walking upon the usual path to Snowdin would be proven to be difficult, the normal path having been snowed over for who knows how long ago. Not far up the way a silhouette could be seen. From far away they don’t seem so large, but the closer Citrus gets the bigger the figure gets.

A branch underfoot draws the creatures attention, face snapping to find the source of the noise. Whoever they are looks very familiar, sporting bone wings and a broken halo.

Orange hoodie that had been given to him looks worn, dirty from unknown substances in the dark surroundings. Large, long claws move close to his face in almost a curious manner as he stares at the smaller skeleton. They look familiar though the hulking beast can’t seem to put his tongue on it. On one hand he wishes to get a closer look, on the other he has someone to feed back home.

Before Citrus can escape the skeleton that once was is already on him. Huge hands holding him down against plush snow and his face move in very --  and rather uncomfortably  --  close to the other, growling low as bones make nasty crackling as he turns his head to the side.

What an odd thing.

Reminds him of someone back home. 

At least, this will keep him from eating the poor thing. For now.

[caramelpears]

((A height comparison of all my bois, sans the winged man, cause.)) ((NAH FAM.))

[plumattacks]

So, I just made a quick new outfit for my brand new action figure!

[showthestarlights-blog]

⸢ @citrusbones // contin ⸥

Sunset looks, nervous, real timid. Severe anxiety is a real bitch. The fact of the matter was Sunset was only here, because his brother, Starlight, had to see Muffin, but he never really strays too far from his brother. 

He doesn’t even look like he’s registered the words said to him, not like they in one ear and out the other, but like he hadn’t even heard them to begin with. Sunset feels like they said something to him, otherwise it would have been weird for them to just stand there. It’s hard to lip read a skeleton since they don’t have lips to read.

After a moment, of twiddling his fingers he looks up at the stranger he shakes his head at him. Hand moving to reach into his pocket and pull out a little writing pad and pencil and then jotting something down on it. Showing it to the other only reads the word ‘Deaf’. He feels bad, but he always feels like his impairment is a inconvenience.