i like the idea that dust hides in clothes, like his hood and scarf hides his face but he also wears gloves and is one of the few sanses who wears pants instead of shorts. Basically, he constantly has all hint of bone hidden Dust felt like he had to hide from his empty world, from the "dust" that covered every inch of his au. BUT Killer didnt care at all he didnt care to hide, he saw his empty world as more of a freedom especially since he lost his emotions. so since no one is around why should he bother covering up? it started as just sleeping in the nude, to wandering around the house nude, to just grabbing something from grillbys nude till eventually, he has been alone so long that he is just like "Why bother all the clothes are dirty anyway and who would i be washing them for." too lazy to do chores he just goes bare boned 24/7. imagine him and Nightmare first meeting, Killer at this point just forgets about his natural state and Nightmare has to make rules about going out he has to wear clothes. OR what if NM spent a couple centuries alone and thinks this is the new norm for skeletons and just lets Killer be. its not till they recruit Dust OR Nightmare hears rumors that he has a "poor abused captive that he doesnt allow clothes." NM realizes that Killer is just weird and has to force Killer to wear clothes. Killer would definitely take to it like a chihuahua being forced to wear those tiny dog shoes, he would HATE it. Both Dust and Nightmare would carry shorts to make Killer wear when he inevitably "loses" his clothes.
Imagine a meeting between the star sanses and the bad sanses and mabey a few others. Dream gets frustrated and rest out a loud curse and some (probably fell) says "wow who knew the innocent little guardian knows how to curse." Dream fed up with being seen as some naive child claps back with "I am 507 years old, you are less then an infant compared to me you &$@*$#@!" Nightmare would lose it. Everyone is both terrified and trying not to laugh and the God of negativity laughs his ass off.
I like the idea of the bad sanses having therapy but they aren't really the kind to sit and talk about feelings. So instead they do things like art therapy cross is a drawer so he does portraits of the others, killer does woodcarving, error knits or sews clothes and plushies, dust likes scrapbooking and photography, nightmare likes calligraphy and drawing architecture or maps, horror likes to make pottery like plates, bowls and vases he also grows flowers alongside his garden to fill his vases with. I also like them all having their own emotional support animals. Cross has a dog I think like a weimaraner something that is athletic, dust has a fish he likes watching them it's calming, horror has a parrot or some other bird type, killer of course has a cat (or several) nightmare some sort of reptile a snake mabey. I can't think of what kind of pet error would have he wouldn't want to trap anything in the anti-void with him and doesn't wanna make the others take care of a pet for him maybe he has a bunch of plushies instead.
I often find myself wondering what happened in places before I got to them. Right now I'm in the hospital and I'm lying in the bed looking around and I wish I knew the people who laid right here. Were they too old or in pain to notice the things I am? Did they look at the surprisingly beautiful view outside? Did they think the painting of the cowgirl in the horse was nice or were they creeped out by the empty eyes of the horse like me? Did they count the same 36 squares over the light directly above them like I did? How many people lost their lives here? I look around this room and have so many questions. Does anyone else question the ghosts in the places they stay?
Does anybody else ever wonder what the world looked like where they are in the past? Like I'll be sitting at my desk in my home and I'll looked at the walls, all the plastered holes and remember that this place was boarded up and abandoned just a year before I moved in. And I wonder what it looked like before. I can see where the door to the water heater has had boards nailed in to keep it closed I can see the broken part of the door frame that doesn't let the bathroom door close properly, it looks like someone broke it down from the inside. I can see where there was clearly a bathtub instead of the standing shower. I can see the holes the paint tries to cover. I wonder what it looked like before it was renovated, before it was even built. I wonder before my city became a city what it looked like.i live in Nevada and I wonder was this city a desert was there ever a man in his horse who stopped in this very place to just look around and the dirt and sagebrush? Who lived here when it was first built? Who was here before it was abandoned? Did they stare at the same wall as me? Lost in thought? Did they make the hole that is now filled with plaster and paint? Did one of the men who made this city what it is stand here and dream of what would be? Did wild horse or deer walk here before I was here?
I've been watching the anime Castlevania and I love the castle aesthetic. Now whenever I picture Nightmares castle I picture him in Dracula's castle especially the extremely tall throne chair and Dracula's study. His castle is definitely all red carpets and wall height bookshelves which is funny since they are all short. Also Killers room is now Alucards room it even has stars on the ceiling! I would love to know what ya'll think nights castle looks like
I wanna hear y'alls headcannon, preferable less common ones. Like I head cannon killer is mostly blind and it gets worse his soul destabilizes the worse the vision. (And he also can borrow horrors eye to see better but don't often cause it is too heavy and large) Please comment your headcannon!!
One of my favorite things is the fact that so many people love nightmare. He creates so much positivity in the fandom canon nightmare would be so disgusted. I like to imagine how so many versions of him would be conflicted or confused about how people see him. Not even just things like dadmare or the bsp but also those who create evil twisted versions of him and still love him. I've always wanted a comic or fanfic of all the sanses reaction to the fandom and not the cringe of it but just all the love they have for these freaky traumatized skeletons