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@zdxst
maps are just road mazes.
yknow, when you think about it, prison is just a really long sentence of timeout-
car detailers are just dentists, but for cars.
you're welcome :]
coffee is just bean water.
you're welcome.
are you aware, that your organs are touching?
you're welcome.
Killer: " I swear on my life! "
Dust: " I've seen your life, swear on something else. "
Nightmare, near tears: I have the sex appeal of a math book!
Dream: I don’t know, brother, I’ve never met anyone that opened a math book and didn’t say “fuck me”.
thats' great lol
Zatik: " he died of natural causes. "
Sköll, referring to Ezekiel: " you pushed him off the roof. "
Zatik, nonchalantly: " gravitys' natural. "
Horror: chases dust through a haunted house, axe in hand and pins him against the metal bars, escape futile.
Dust: grabs horrors' wrists and flips their position, slamming him against the bars.
Horror: prepares to fight back, raising his hand wielding the axe.
Dust: pulls him into a soft and passionate kiss, quickly escaping the stunned horror.
Horror: he stood there in shock, letting the realization of what just happened sink in.
Dust: fleeing for his life, in a panic.
Thank you @undertale7reposts7only and everyone who got me to 5 reblogs!
ayyy thanks :D
I'm happy everyone has been enjoying them lately, inspires me to make more!
Cross: ' getting another sweet thing isn't any healthier than what I have right now. ' he referred to his favourite drink, hot chocolate.
Blue: ' unless said other sweet thing is a person, no offense nightmare but I don't think you're sweet enough for cross '
Night: ' . . . . '
Ink: ' cause, his flirts are horrible and basic ' he drew a cat along with dream and killer kissing.
Killer: ' did I ever tell you my name? '
Dream: ' no. ' he handed killer his coffee. ' ink, what the hell is this? '
Ink: ' your future '
Killer: he grabbed his hand and kisses it. ' the names killer~, but you can call me your boyfriend~ '
Dream: he became flustered, speechless.
Thank you to everyone who got me to 100 likes!
I didnt think I would get so many people enjoying my content, thank you! :D
Dream: walking home after a long and exhausting fight with killer, opening the door to expose the destroyed home within. " . . . . "
Blue: chasing, and trying to catch Ink. " c'mere, you little shit! "
Ink: chaoticly giggling, destroying the base on a sugar high.
Error: watching from a distance, eating popcorn and grinning in amusement.
Sköll: scrolling through his phone, a job opportunity popping up in his email. " hey, look. you could become a bartender. "
Zatik: shaking his head. " I could never be a bartender. "
Sköll: softly chuckling. " yeah, you'd be too hot behind the bar. "
Zatik: flustered. " no. "
Sköll: teasingly. " If you were serving me drinks, I would order you~ "
Zatik: speechless and blushing.
Lust: Hey are you a thief? Because you stole my-
Killer: Here's your wallet back
Lust: ...heart?
lmao this cheered me up
Horror: chases dust through a haunted house, axe in hand and pins him against the metal bars, escape futile.
Dust: grabs horrors' wrists and flips their position, slamming him against the bars.
Horror: prepares to fight back, raising his hand wielding the axe.
Dust: pulls him into a soft and passionate kiss, quickly escaping the stunned horror.
Horror: he stood there in shock, letting the realization of what just happened sink in.
Dust: fleeing for his life, in a panic.
Zatik, blushing various shades of cyan.
Sköll, chuckling: " you look like one of those sniffable markers. "