#MoodSetter

[sarantosmelogia]

At air supply concert - do you love me just as I am too??

[cozicenter]

"Stay Stylish, Stay Unbothered 🖤✨"

"Too cool to care, too iconic to miss. Serving looks and living vibes. 😎🖤 Follow me for more 🔥

[theonevoice]

Good morning everyone, I may have just sent the gif of a fainting goat to half the editorial board of the academic journal I work with, how's your day going?

[rxttenfish]

vibrates gently in excitement that maybe today ill get to write one of my favorite little side characters in caecilian

[nuturingyourfinanicaljourney]

Romantic Vibes Beats II Melt Your Heart! 💖🔥II #RomanticBeats #HeartfeltM...

[idolsgf]

saw monkey man, have now heard 3 versions of the song roxanne

[carlyraejepsans]

Technically speaking, he was a light sleeper.

Which was just hilarious for two different reasons. One, he topped at twenty pounds soaking wet—and that was after he'd reached for the towel. The joke basically wrote itself. The other reason was, of course, that nobody believed him. Honestly, he could kinda get it. It's pretty hard for irony to escape him, even on a bad day. The way he saw it, though, maybe he wouldn't take as many naps as he did, if he just managed to get one to stick.

...heh, nah. Probably not. Late to rise, early to bed, makes a man lazy or clinically dead, or however the saying went. Still.

The kid stiffened against his ribcage and that was all it took for his eyes to fly open.

The popcorn ceiling of the living room stared back at him through the darkness in all its tacky glory. Now that's another joke that writes itself. It wasn't a movie night at Tori's without some comment about her taste in decor. That always earned him a round of groans. Or a halfhearted pillow to the head. It was one of his favorite moodsetters.

His hand dangled in the air at his side. Not on the floor. Just a few months earlier, that alone would've told him he wasn't in his room, but oh boy, had things changed. He had a bedframe now, not to mention enough self respect for one. AND fitted sheets—that was a lifetime first. You had to be careful not to fall off, but all things considered, it was the fanciest bed he'd slept on since he'd tried using his worker bonus at MTT's. If he risked falling off the bed now, he'd risked never finding his way out then. Not to mention the guy in the other room calling for room service the entire night. He almost retired the midnight snacks bit on Undyne out of sympathy the next time she came over.

Almost.

The kid's head twitched.

Right. Popcorn. Living room. Springy mattress. He didn't need to smoke a pipe to realize he'd fallen asleep on the sofa. Didn't need a goofy hat either to see that someone must've thought he'd make a good pillow. Go figure. He'd gotten real good at making himself look softer under his clothes, but still, it wasn't exactly the kind of magic a guy could keep up with his eyes closed and a pillow behind his head. He just hoped they weren't too uncomfortable.

He must've dozed off sometime after Papyrus left the house and Toriel turned in for the night, 'cause nobody had stopped by to throw a blanket over him. Most nights that would've been fine. Nice thought aside, skeletons didn't really feel cold "to their bones", on account of lacking all the soft and fleshy stuff on top of 'em.

Yeah, well. Most nights. Most nights he didn't have a human kid sleeping on top of him, either.

Sans looked down. He resisted the urge to blow a strand of hair out of their face.

Most nights, skeletons didn't have hearts beating against their ribs.

Ba-dum—ba-dum—ba-dum.

He would've asked them if it felt any different, having it beat on the other side of their ribcage, if they hadn't already crawled their way inside his months before.

Heh. Not like they hadn't done the same with everyone else. Or ever asked for permission, the little freeloader. But he supposed that part came free with being monsters. The whole HOPE and compassion and everything nice kinda shtick. As a rule, they were, uh, very prone to attachment. It was hardwired into their SOULs or something. Of course, he knew better than anyone that compassion had its cost, and he'd ran low on HOPE for a long, long while, but...

There was a ray of light coming through the kitchen at night like he hadn't seen in an even longer time. The kind with a moon and stars hung at the other end of it.

Yeah. Maybe he could afford something nice for once.

Frisk stirred again. He kept as still as possible as they wriggled around, pushing themself off of him—trying, he assumed, not to shove their boney little knees somewhere unpleasant.

Then they flopped to their side and fell to the floor with a thud.

See, THAT'S the kinda issue you don't have when you have no self respect.

Slowly, the kid got to their feet again. They stood perfectly straight for a moment, then took an unsteady step forward. Then another.

To call it "walking" would've been an act of mercy. It was more of an ambling. Maybe a shambling. Sans watched their journey towards the kitchen mentally listing of adverbs. Stumbling. Fumbling. Trailing. That one didn't have a mbl in it, points for originality.

Mostly, he was ecstatic. Nothing made for fun breakfast stories quite like sleepwalking. And well, he hadn't had one of those since Papyrus turned fifteen and stopped sleeping entirely.

When the kid finally reached the fridge, they all but shoved their head inside it. He heard them do... something in there. There were definitely teeth involved. He was about to ask them to bring some goods back to homebase.

The door of the fridge clicked closed.

He didn't.

Then, he almost made a joke about forgetting their headlights on, but thought otherwise. He was glad he'd left his own off.

Besides, it was the taillights that were supposed to glow red.

Eyesockets dark and still pretending to sleep, he kept watch as the kid turned around and retraced their shambling steps to the living room like a miniature zombie.

Halfway to the sofa, they stopped, making a small sound like a grumbling of annoyance. For a second their eyes grew even more unfocused.

"Sleep," they rasped out in a low, halting whisper, "I saved you a crick in the neck."

It took him a second to register that the kid wasn't talking to him. Mostly 'cause Frisk didn't speak. To him. Or ever.

By the time they reached their starting point again, his excitement had died off into quiet confusion and quickly curdled into caution. They stopped at the edge of the sofa and fixed him with a stare, looking at where they'd been sleeping before. Sans waited.

"I am not doing that," they rasped to themself again.

Then they climbed onto the other end of the sofa and curled around themself as small as possible. So tightly it looked like they wanted to tuck their tiny body into a ball.

When they stopped moving, they didn't move again.

Sans didn't lift a finger. His brain whirred in his skull, ready to chalk up the past few minutes to the sleepwalking and forget they ever happened. Staring up at the popcorn ceiling again, though, he couldn't shake off a wave of uneasiness; like he'd seen something he wasn't quite supposed to put together.

Any man would've spent the night awake.

He cast a glance at the kid, huddled in their corner. There was no heartbeat against his ribs now: something about the silence felt foreboding.

Sans closed his eyes.

Ten minutes later, of course, he was out like a light.

[toskarinfr]

It's hard to overstate just how much my profile picture affects my posting. People make jokes about it being a sanity meter but it's an unironic moodsetter, it tends to set the tone for whatever cadence I happen to be articulating

[therealcinnamondreams]

🎶 Let’s Get It On 🎶 Feeling those smooth Marvin Gaye vibes tonight, baby... 🔥 Sometimes, it’s all about the mood, and let me tell you, I’m in the right one. 😘 Ready to set the room on fire with just one look and a curve that speaks louder than words. Who’s up for some after-hours fun? 😉 You know I’m always keeping it spicy and full of surprises! Let’s make this night unforgettable, shall we? #LetsGetItOn #CinnamonVibes #SultryNights #FeelingGood #SpiceUpYourLife #MoodSetter

[easily4gotten]

I’m an avid music fan. Love the acoustic sound and voices to this trac. This song sets your mood for the day, even night. With the right speakers, this will set you off right

[samwitcch]

24 days until st4: hiding

[beatboyztlynch]

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[harishmohandasborkar]

Get ready for the biggest Bollywood party in the town!! Introducing Sammy Coelho for Holi Festival 2k20 on March 10th from 10:00 a.m onwards. at Nagesh Garden, Margao. . Stay tuned for more updates . . Promotional Partner @espressotive . . #moodsetter #staytuned #partyhard #holi #holi2k20 #holibash #colorfulworld #colorful #colors #festivals #indianfestivals #india #holicholic #colourpop #holivibes #colorsfestivals #music #masti #dance #entertainment #celebrations #event #holifest #enjoyment #holiplanning #holiplan https://www.instagram.com/p/B8qrUY5jFVyvs5rrWz8fhMMNN6_Fw8CvUXurd00/?igshid=adg2plxtqv38

[iszkp]

These lights literally lightens peoples' mood. . . . #lights #installation #mallinstallation #christmaslights #moodsetter #publicplace #christmasseason https://www.instagram.com/p/B4Ye0T_JXac/?igshid=1dvvb44o5wi76

[wanderingfandoms]

I watched one episode of the new variety show 🐱 was supposed to be in just to see how they would censor him out. Kudos to this production for reshooting and not blobbing him out. I guess reshoots were cheaper than censoring him in every frame.

But my god. 🐱 would have shined in this show. He would have looked good in his black robes 😭😭. He would have stolen everyone’s attention because no one in this cast is doing it for me ( and I know all of them). As I heard this show isnt doing good.

Well good luck to this show.