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* fuckit these get around faster than real promos. * like or reblog if y’wanna interact with a nontraditional swapfell Sans. * ya probably hearda my brat if you’re seein’ my face but for the record i hang out with Dove an’ don’t appreciate assholes who interact with me but won’t touch her.

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{ REVAMP UNDERWAY }

Yo so I’ve actually been feeling a li’l bit of muse for this little shit, so I’m just gonna casually revamp this into a primarily swa./pfell Snas bloge. The underpuzzle affiliation is being depreciated but will still exist as an AU, so, sit back an’ lemme work. I will note this blog will be affiliated with Pyrocicle.

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[ evil gremlin giggling in the distance ]

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{ a reference for a swapfell-only Mellow. He cute. }

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* i call bullshit.

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Oh, now, they know that a hundred years ago  That they would build an empire strong Give it time, and these imaginary lines will fade away The battle goes around until we find a common ground What’s the point in building empty empires now? 

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So Peeping Tom keep on looking at me Peeping Tom tell me What do you see?

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You can call me crazy, that’s my middle name I like sambuca, baby, let’s set the world aflame

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{ Hyperacusis warning! }

And I don’t know what-what you do I like everything ‘bout you Your smile Your face Your bod Your moves How you tip and tap your shoes I know what you do to me Mister you make me crazy!

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{ Just a hangout thing I like to do, will go until my dumb ass goes to bed so enjoy. Note this is an electro genre, sharp and shrill noises will be present. }

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[Hello, this is a heavily developed Underfell Sans Deity blog that’s looking for some new people to interact with follow.]

[Blog is mainly text based, but F2F interactions are possible.]

[Like and or reblog if you wish to interact.]

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insansity:

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… oh.

A strange expression of fascinated curiosity crossed her features, “Well fuck. That must be complicated as hell. I mean, alternates is one thing, but if I’m following you on the running together thing…huh. I’d ask how that works, but I’m not entirely sure I want to know. Probably something better witnessed than explained, I’d imagine.”

He made a face in response, sticking out a too-long, cherry red tongue. “you got no idea firefly. ya got two options there - go against every instinct and memory so you don’t meet a duplicate or... well, absorb or be absorbed.”

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insansity:

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"follow me so far?”

She listened, leaning forward slightly, but not moving her legs, not wanting to shift his position, “That’s absolutely fascinating. It’s sort of like a bunch of different puzzles, chopped on the same line, but mixed randomly, so some pieces fit together, but others don’t, and the picture makes no sense, right?”

“bingo. smart girl.” Mellow beamed up at her. “now what happens to the people in the picture? they’re all mixed up too, right? but ya can’t make the pieces fit together sometimes, so you get a dozen of the same person runnin’ around... but if you put those pieces close enough together they kinda run together.”

... oh.

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insansity:

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"y’ever hear of the puzzle verses?”

Well…she hadn’t wanted to pick him up without permission. She held out a hand for him, sitting back on the couch when he was in place, and propping her buggy feet up on the coffee table, placing a pillow on her lap and setting him on it. On pair of arms crossed under her breasts, the other behind her head, as her tail curled over her lap, gently around the pillow, as if to make sure he couldn’t fall too far. “Hm? Puzzle verses? I don’t think so. Not unless I was drunk off my ass, and forgot.”

He hopped in, clinging to her thumb until she sat him back on the pillow. After a moment he took off his jacket and balled it up so he could use it as a pillow, flopping on his stomach and getting comfortable. 

“Well then.” He propped his jaw on both hands, feet kicking idly as he thought. “s’a world built of pieces of other places. timelines where the base timeline fragmented an’ there wasn’t enough support for them to stay stable on their own. so they came together. but say ya put together a Fell and a Swap, yer gonna get a combination of both, right? get Muffet takin’ over Grillby’s while bein’ an extortionist, yeah? well then ya add in, I dunno, an’ Outer, maybe throw in a dash of that one where monsters’n humans switched places. after a while ya can’t match everything up, so some pieces come to the fore an’ it turns into a mish-mash. follow me so far?”

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insansity:

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"sans works, Sup an’ Pup call me Mellow when they need to disambiguate.”

She dimpled, “Alright Sans. And no, you don’t smell bad, but that hardly looks comfortable, and it can’t hurt to add a new article of clothing to your wardrobe, can it? I’ve heard of the bitty verses, but I’ve never been to one. Though…something else is pretty odd about you.”

He rolled his eyelights fast enough the little stars gained a streaky tail. Okay, that was adorable. “it bein’ comfortable is beside the point, it’s armor.” ... he cannot possibly be a blueberry with that attitude. “i ain’t gon’ turn down free clothes.” A little huff. “why don’t’cha pick me up, firefly? be more comfortable for both of us, this’s gonna be a long story. y’ever hear of the puzzle verses?”

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IF YOU CANT HANDLE ME AT MY WORST, JUST REMEMBER THAT I HANDLE ME AT MY WORST AND THAT MAKES ME STRONGER THAN YOU

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insansity:

The mage rose a brow, smirking and suppressing a snort, “Honey, you’d be laughing your coccyx off if you knew what I did to my kitchen less than a month ago. I really was hot as fire,” she grinned, “You’re the same exact size as my knit dolls. I think I have some clothes that would fit you, if you’re really stuck around here. My name is Andra by the by. Should I call you Sans, or do you have a preferred nickname?”

Mellow lifted his jacket up and took an experimental sniff. “really? i don’t smell that bad, do I?” Short stack you still need to change clothes. Gross boy. “nice ta meetcha, Andra. sans works, Sup an’ Pup call me Mellow when they need to disambiguate.”

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