anyways vote error it has 0 qualifications and therefore its funny
now should i be posting-- probably. but i haven't gotten asks and i dont know how to answer the ones i current have
so important news there's a sans sexyman poll on twitter and i think i just need to pull your attention to it because its really funny.
im gonna go back to drawing about it now, tell me if u want the art i already have of it tho
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now should i be posting-- probably. but i haven't gotten asks and i dont know how to answer the ones i current have
so important news there's a sans sexyman poll on twitter and i think i just need to pull your attention to it because its really funny.
im gonna go back to drawing about it now, tell me if u want the art i already have of it tho
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Also, if you want more art from me, @citrusytales is now my main art blog with reblogs and art that i cant put here
also probably some undertale oc and original au art
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Apologies for no posts today, i am currently hyperfixating on my swapped multiverse swapverse and im drawing all the refs
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:0 Can we please get the story?
have the story my scrimblos
It was around 2:45 AM when Dream walked into the 24/7 supermarket, having gone so late to avoid the sun. It helped them concentrate better without the fiery ball of light.
There was no one else here either, which made it easier. They may or may not have mild social anxiety. But setting out for the items on their list, they quietly went through the aisles. It was about as boring as late-night shopping could be.
Reaching the middle sections, they quietly set out for the fun section. This was the third time this month they had done the shopping, they deserve a treat. Right? They strolled towards the aisle, stopping when they saw a familiar face.
“Nightmare?” They mumbled, looking at the other quietly. “… What are you here for?” Nightmare asked them, gripping harder onto the cart he was pushing around. “… I’m… Shopping for idiots.” They quietly replied. It was the most non-violent thing the two had conversed about since Dream was freed from the stone statue.
“… What are you doing here?” They asked back, looking away from Nightmare and into the cleaning product aisle. “… I’m shopping for idiots.” He answered, looking away too. “God, this must be the most civil we’ve been for a while. Huh?” He mumbled, getting a quiet snort and ‘Yeah.’ from Dream.
“… I missed you. I still do. But see you nearly every day. Funny, that is.” Dream looked back at their twin brother, who still couldn’t meet their eyes. “Funny indeed.” It felt so, so awkward. Guess that comes with not talking to each other since the incident. “… God, I don’t even know how to speak to you anymore. I never planned for that to happen.”
“We never planned for any of this to happen.” Nightmare interjected, sighing. “Atleast you haven’t changed. Still socially awkward, are we?” Dream shot the other a glare, albeit jokingly. "Still a little shit, are we?" They retorted, before snorting. "I guess so. Some things never change." Nightmare laughed a bit. Before sighing. "God, I missed you."
"Funny." Dream recalled, staring at their cart. "I still need eggs. Which is weird, because none of us like eggs." They noted, before recounting Blue's baking. "Blue bakes. He's never made a pie better than the Baker though. I guess the Baker had more practice." Nightmare let out a small 'hm.', neither had noticed them drifting closer to one another.
"I always enjoyed the Baker's pies." "Even when you wouldn't put down your book?" Nightmare faked a gasp, putting his hand over his chest. "It was a interesting book! Not that you would know, you were illiterate. Preferring to sit in the pews than learn to read from the priest." Dream sighed again. "But no one had bothered with written language!"
"Books did." The taller twin retorted, leaning on his cart. "Books aren't people, Nightmare." That led to another fake gasp, "Tell that to the book in my passenger seat." Dream giggled, weight lifting off their shoulders at every joke the two passed. "... God. Everything's still there, even the shit parts. You don't know how thankful I am for that." "The shit parts?" "... Who would you be without it?"
Nightmare laughed a little. "Not me, that's for sure." He replied, before quietly latching onto the other and encasing them in a hug, not needing to wait long for the other to hug back. "Well, thank God you have shitty parts then. I don't want any other brother." "I'd trade you for anyone, honestly."
"Honestly?" "Not really." The two burst into a quiet laughter, Dream rubbing their eyes of wetness. "God, we must look like idiots standing in a grocery store isle, talking about God knows what." "I saw a woman in her robe at a book store reading from the adults section, we aren't the weirdest out there."
"... Point taken." The two parted, looking at each other. "I have to go... Get those eggs." Dream mumbled, glancing away. "Noted." Nightmare replied, going back to his cart.
"... Nightmare?" "Hm?" "... I'll see you around. Goodbye, brother."
And the two parted, not fully knowing if a weight had been lifted from their chest or not. Funny, seeing at they were guardians of emotions.
Funny, how they never seemed to know how to sort out their own.
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Small drabble I wrote because minecraft gets to me
"Kill the zombie." Killer mumbled, leaning on Dust, who had a controller in his hand as he played the game. "I can't go around killing everything I see, Kills." He replied, running past the zombie.
"Why not? You get EXP." Killer retorted between yawns, rubbing their eyes. "... True." Dust gave in, slashing at the zombie with his iron sword that he had recently crafted, they had been trying to find more diamonds, but when Dust's pickaxe broke the two were forced to leave.
"Can you play the disc you found?" "Cat?" Killer nodded, turning in towards their older brother. "It's a good disc." Dust quietly agreed as he sprinted to the wooden shack, which was an oak rectangle with a spruce roof and cobble flooring.
Putting the disc into the jukebox, Dust's character crouched along to the music, the parrot the two had found bopping along with him.
"Dust?" "Hm?" "... Thanks, I had fun." Dust snorted, looking down to the tired-out teen, smiling. "Goodnight to you too." He got no response, so he looked back at the small base the two had made.
It had been fun to play.
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