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Send me "alt!" and I'll introduce you to a character I've rped in the past, want to play in the future or are currently playing somewhere else!
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( like for a starter! )
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( snowveined )
Here come the snow-related puns.
“so, you’re a fan of snow too, huh? it’s real ice to sleet someone as cool as you who hasn’t frost their love of this stuff.”
#ic.#snowveined#( i rlly hope you don't mind me randomly throwing this at you )#( i love how you write jack!! )#( but god sans needs to be stopped from his pun rampage )
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“alright, who forgot to wake me up this time?”
“’cause i’m pretty sure i just slept straight through a month.”
#ic.#( i'm still here i swear )#( i've just been SUPER busy with school )#( i'll be here a little the next few days then i'll be gone again until the end of the quarter )#( which is around the 20th )
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( nightmarewithatophat )
Sans is fairly certain he hasn’t seen anything with as much teeth as this thing has.
“woah, buddy. don’t ‘cha think you went a little overboard with the scare factor?”
#ic.#nightmarewithatophat#* thanks for liking!#* i can already tell that the relationship between these two probably isn't gonna go very well uh oh
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“tsk, tsk. thought someone like you would’ve figured it out by now.”
He closes his eyes ( somehow ) and shakes his head disapprovingly, allowing his jacket to settle back into its natural position. A few seconds of silence are left to hang in the air, creating the uneasy atmosphere that came just before a drastic shift in his attitude.
Previously closed eyes shot open with ferocity, his left igniting back to life in a bright blue. A few stray tendrils of magical flame faded into the air as his initial intensity gradually depleted.
“guess you ain’t as smart as you think you are.”
Nigel froze. This couldn’t be…real, could it? It was hard for him to imagine a way to fake all that empty space between the bones, though. The boy shuddered, unconsciously clutching his stomach to make sure his own skin was still intact. The whole thing made him feel uneasy. What was this thing? What was it doing here? Oh, god. He wasn’t going to die now, was he?
“You…” he took a step back, and his voice came out as little more than a squeak. “What do you want?”
#ic.#numbxh1#* sans you dumb#* he's already freaked out jfc#* no worries about the icon! i don't care as long as there's still writing haha
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3. The Paper Kites - Willow Tree March
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A sketchy sans that I drew earlier today for fun
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“pffff--- hahaha... oh man.”
“i gotcha on that one. but hey, my experience with music isn’t that marrow. i can even play the trombone.”
—–Heh. Guess tha’d also explain why skeletons don’ play music in s p e c i a l places like the Prayer Sanctuary huh? –they jus’ don’ have any organs !
#ic.#cosmicreset#* if you mention anything about music next to sans he's 100% guaranteed to say trombone at some point#* no stopping him#* endless string of puns between a short skeleton with telekinetic powers and a psychic godchild that is actually an illusion go
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“hahaha... wow.”
“you’re right. that one almost went right through me.”
—–Pffff– tha’s such a relief ! Fer a minute there I thought ya might not be able ta stomach it.
#ic.#cosmicreset#* i think sans is the type of person who quietly laughs at his own jokes but when someone else makes one he goes nuts#* but i've been pretty busy with school myself so i haven't had much time to post anything other than pictures#* no worries
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“i’m so proud.”
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prepare for bad times new roman
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W H O I S I N C O N T R O L ?
Found this beauty (edited by @beckett-trash ) and listened to full song. Finally gave me an idea to draw for these two. also on deviantart
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“fuck this shit, i’m out.”
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on days like these,…
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i think i’ve never used comic sans before in my entire life the time has come
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“who says we can’t? it comes in handy for those cold winter months.”
“--hey, since you seem so curious, why not take a look for yourself?”
Not giving Nigel even a second to respond -- or to react at all for that matter, he flung the flaps of his jacket wide open, allowing a large, smug grin to become apparent on his features. Sure enough, it seemed that nothing but air filled the space where organs would normally be. Obviously, no one in the Underground cared whether he had them or not; if there were living carrots and anthropomorphic goats, there was no reason to question it.

“Oh, ha-ha,” he scoffed, obviously still not taking Sans seriously. “So I was close.”
He gave the judge a once-over, eyebrows heavy with skepticism. “Did you really think skeletons wore winter jackets? Only things with thermal receptors–and therefore skin–can even distinguish temperature. I’m sure there’s actually a ribcage under that thing,” he said sarcastically.
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