He looks so cool! 🩷🩷🩷

"For fucks sake! Ink!" Error picked the smaller man up, clearly angry. There was paint a lot of this filthy paint all over his fucking home!
"Nuuuu, Ruru let go, my vision!" "What vision?!"
For a second Ink stilled, and then looked at his hands "Oh! Paint! Cool!" And licked it off

Woah, the line work looks so clean, but also detailed at once! Amazing !🩷

reacting slowly, as even the simple movement was too much. He just needs to charge his phone. Pretend to be normal and just doom scroll, not wallow in self pity.

This is the life he fucked up himself.

And he couldn't care anymore

reminding Dust how wrong he was, how everything was to tight, how any shirt big enough to be loose just looks like fucking parachute, how every step remind him how much his body jiggle and sweats and is uncomfortable and disgusting...
Dust finally sat up. His body

that might never come because he's a skeleton, so he will just get bigger, and more disgusting and everyone will see just how much of a pig he is, and maybe someone will take pity on this pathetic display and finally end his suffering --
The clothes clung to his body, everything

And Killer. Fucking stars Killers. Pinching and squeezing. The fucker could at least rip off the flesh, free him from this awful body, before becoming a disgrace, before Dust becomes a fucking ball of fat, not able to move, not useful for anything, just waiting for heart attack

book. Pulling in your belly won't make him weight less, but at least he could see how much he weights!
Disgusting. If he had to guess, he wouldn't be able to see his own dick through the mass of his tits alone. Pathetic. Male body with tits bigger that many females.

Though not uncomfortable enough for him to actually try moving, is it? At this point, he's just a pig. Worthless piece of magical fat, that can just stand around. Thank stars Nightmare has Killer, otherwise Dust's fat ass wouldn't be able to stealth on anyone. This stupid joke

just fine, do what he always does, just stand like an idiot and hope no one will be able go through his blasters and reach him (and if they did, what does it matter if he gets hit? He's full of magic, he's certain it wouldn't be lethal)
...but it's uncomfortable.

and went in front of the mirror.

...

When Dust was back, Killer was way more hostile. No one knew why, but Dust and Killer couldn't get out of each other's face.
The situation only calmed down, when Horror joined, and quietly, with no one knowing, Killer finally regained his shapes

For a second he thought he failed, but his bones were red...well, coated by ecto. Right? Grabbing his leg, he practically just felt his bony thigh.
Confused, Killer changed his body to female, feeling up. Pelvis, ribs, he almost missed his tits. What the actual fuck?
Finally, he undressed,

and Killer was the one who got horny. Weird, isn't it? Shouldn't he think about jerking off ages ago? Shrugging to the thought, Killer just kicked off his pants, and summoned... But something was wrong.
Sitting down, the cushion was FAR less than he expected. That he was used to.

some diversity, you know? And Dust was an easy target, since he went along whole time summoned. Something about keeping LV stable or whatever. Killer loved it, pinching the plump body, and just making Dust as uncomfortable and horny as possible!
But then Dust was send on a mission,

want to engage? Does he even know what love or flirting is?)
So yeah, Killer went more about being a total dick and causing chaos. Much better effects.
But then, Dust was added to the team. And, well... Killer COULD finally go more sexual route, so of course he did! Dude needs