#colorcrew kier and dev

[shadowsoulz]

the engineer and the gladiator, kier and dev

[catmintrose]

DEV DEV DEV DEV!

back at it again! Kier and dev fanart!! trying out a silly “lineless” style :D

enjoy

my silly dev design. Kinda proud :)

The little tnt on his belt chain thingy represents kier ✨

[imnotcoffee]

Olá oomfs 🔥🔥🔥

[jestersking]

COLORGAYS MEMES PT 5

my pookie asked for them

i hope you all hate my cropping bhecause i hate it too

[citrusinicake]

highkey love that boosfer's doing like high stakes classic/traditional/childhood/nostalgic/whatever games, theyre so funr

[redtigor]

they’re best friends your honor

[kier-but-everywhere]

I am NOT productive

[dev-but-everywhere]

IM LACKING ON POSTS OPPS..

[ketchupmonster52]

I draw color crew as well

[seamgel]

The Two Best Friends

[a Kier and Dev oneshot based on my friends vamp!Dev au]

His staggered, almost limping steps made quiet 'plop' sounds as the puddles dampened the soles of his shoes, the former rain came and went, washing away the dirt of the empty, hazy streets. The caloused tips of his nails tread over his sickly pale skin, threatening to draw blood with how tightly he gripped his forearm underneath the baggy form of his sweater. His clothes had seemed to outgrow him, since the only "food" he could consume without vomiting was blood, and by god, he hated drinking blood.

His once vibrant, red hair was dull and matted beyond help; with nothing but pain lacing every inch of his existence, he couldn't bring himself to care.

The drizzle started to pick up again, he would walk faster if only he could, but his body seemed to welcome the cold better than he did. His teeth- no, his fangs bit into his dry lip out of anxiety, no blood escaped the minor wound as he had yet to drink any since yesterday. He hated it, he hated it, but he didn't regret it.

Slowly making his way over to the house, and up the steps to the door, he hesitated. Clawed hands wrapped around the doorknob like a snake, he knew that if he had drank beforehand, he could break down the door with just sheer strength alone and he was tempted to try; But he didn't want to, at risk of upseting his dearest friend even more and passing out from exhaustion. Raising a fist to limply knock at the door, the seconds turned to minutes, he could barely hold up straight anymore.

The legs of his overalls hastily dragged against the floor as he stumbled, only managing to keep himself upright because of the railing nearby. His breath was shallow, a bitter taste lingering in his mouth; he feels like he had just been turned again, like the fangs had just met his skin and flesh, like the first blood he'd tasted- In a dreary gaze, he could make out the door unbarring nothing but a crack, before it swung open full force, causing him to trip over nothing again. As his face nearly met with the ground, a firm grip stopped it from doing so, but perhaps it couldn't stop the man from turning to a mere ragdoll under the minimum weight of his own figure.

Dev was pissed.

But as he looked at his hopeless, lost friend, who once was optimistic, he could feel his cold heart start to shatter. Kier's clothes were tattered and dirty, he didn't seem to have showered in a week and he was undeniably frail. He couldn't turn a blind eye anymore, not to his best friend, to the person who needs him the most right now. He kept Kier supported as he walked them through the door, trying and failing to close it with his foot whilst not allowing them to topple over. He manoeuvred to lay Kier down over the couch, who grimaced in pain, his muscle spasms were obvious no matter how hard he tried to make them stop. His eyes were dazed, filled with tears and he was covered in water, must've caught out in the rain.

But there they were, staring right back at Dev. Two scarred holes on Kier's wrist, still a slight scarlet colour from the recency.

He let his friend get hurt.

And he wanted to cry.

Kier's breathing still shallow, but at a more paced tone, he seemed to have passed out the second his head laid on the armrest of the couch. Dev choked back a sob, his body trembling with the tears that escaped his eyes, but even so, he couldn't help but stand and gaze upon the man he used to know, together since elementary, they'd lost contact after- He gently shook his head, deep blue hair swaying with the jittery motion, taking his scratching claws away from the bite mark on his upper arm. He liked to not think about it, and he had someone to take care of, he couldn't waste anymore time wondering about past events. So he swallowed the cries and kept his posture straight with crossed arms;

He turned to the direction of the front door, going over to close it properly, locking and making sure no one was nearby through the dusty window. Not much to go off of, as the area had completely been enclosed with fog. After he had made sure Kier was comfortable on the couch with pillows and a blanket he found in the closet, he trudged about his cold house, the walls painted a faded yellow, useless items scattered across the place and grime covering every surface. His life had gone haywire ever since he'd been turned, he lost almost all connection with friends and barely left the house, or his room at all.

His grey t-shirt was rather untidy after all the days he'd been wearing it, so he grabbed another outfit and went to change in the bathroom, mentally preparing himself for what he was going to be doing. As his brown eyes glanced in the mirror, he saw no one looking back. Probably for the best, he wasn't in a much better hygiene condition than Kier was. But he did what he had to if it meant his survival, not that he'd ever die.

Tearing his peer from the empty reflection, he adorned himself with black sweatpants and a soft brown sweater. Dev left to enter the kitchen, opening the fridge to see nothing but piles of ziplock bags, all filled with blood. His light toned hand reached in to pull out two, he would've taken the blood-ridden pieces of meat from the freezer because he knows it feels much better than drinking from a straw, but he also knew Kier would be too freaked out to even try despite being the reckless man he is.

He understood what it felt like to be that scared, and so, so alone. All he could do was provide the support he should have given when he found out what Kier had done; But he felt all too guilty, this happened because of him, he was the reason his best friend rested, sick and disgruntled, on the couch. He knew he should have tried harder at keeping it a secret, he knew Kier wouldn't want him to go through it alone.

He put the bags on the coffee table, staring at the unmoving figure before deciding to get him a new pair of clothes. They were almost the same size, when one wasn't malnourished. A black pair of bell bottoms, a dark grey longsleeve and white jacket, he knew Kier liked monotonous outfits, it hurt his eyes if there were too many different colours.

Next to the sleeping man, he placed the clothes, taking one last look over. He memorized every detail of his slightly tanner skin, how his bright, red hair contrasted with his charcoal eyes, the muted yet colourful sweater that loosely hung overhim, the denim overalls, and white sneakers.

He knew Kier may have been struggling but in his anger, he left him behind without console, assuming he would take care of himself as he always did.

Dev knew Kier, he knew him, he knows him.

The neighbourhood was quite, the mist had rolled over everything, and the suns light was mostly dimmed, water dripping from ever gutter. The closed, grey curtains stayed without movement, the chipped areas of the maroon paint on the outer walls reminiscence of when they were children that used to play outside with the tennis balls they found. The dusted windows and the creaky, dark oak door left locked for a while now; The yard was unattended and matted with weeds and overgrowth, along with the old birch tree that started to lose more of it's leaves over the years, they used to create things with the sticks, swords and bows to fight off the monsters they made up. The small house with it's grey, triangular roof, rusted and a bird once made a nest in one of the water pipes, before it got washed away by pouring rain a few years ago.

All and everything, with every minute detail and all knowing thoughts, nothing could describe the two men, two best friends that took residence in the shabby house they once grey up in.

[aimless-aimz]

i change hyperfixations like one changes their shoes

tiny 🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣 little guys 🗣🗣

[betz-threadform]

Hi! I've been looking through the internet archive cus I wanna start archiving twitch vods (colorcrew, specifically) and I saw that you were one of the people uploading Boosfer streams (I've also seen your spreadsheet, which, super cool) and now I just wanna ask if there is, like, an effort to coordinate all that stuff, or should I just start doing my thing?

ooh well for colorcrew ive been archiving everything for boo$fer yeah ( thank you !!!! ) and for kier & dev ive $een a fan vod$ channel around but idk how con$i$tent it ha$ been lately ... with colorcrew , there$ not any coordination that ive heard of , $o you might ju$t have to go in blind ... in general though there are a few di$cord$ for life$teal $mp gen$mp pirate$ $mp etc $o if you ever want in on any of That action well you know who to a$k lol

oh i gue$$ there I$ the general mcyt archiving $erver but that one$ mo$tly ju$t u$eful to $earch or a$k for thing$ already archived , they dont coordinate anything ma$$ive except the mcyt archive li$t that anyone who archive$ $tuff them$elve$ can add to

[ender-stimz]

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♥️. ♥️. ♥️. 🍒. 🍒. 🍒. 🌹. 🌹. 🌹.

[imnotcoffee]

Concept designs do Kier e do Dev, de novo ❤️

[jestersking]

non-challenge headcanon but knd can't stand even a feet apart of each other if they're outside of their friend group. if anyone tries to separate them they both explode and die aka become really anxious and uncomfortable. it sometimes leads to strangers thinking they're dating because they're just that physically close, basically clinging onto each other. it creates a lot of awkward situations but they won't stop because they're so used to this