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( im not ded yet Bois )

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kid: dad whats a 69

dad: well son, a 69 is when two people who love each other very much get together with a 6 and a 9 and a 5 6 7 8 [spotlight turns on] [dad breaks into jazz number]

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You have the biggest heart. It is your greatest quality and probably also your biggest flaw.

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THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE; MUN & MUSE - MEME.

FILL OUT & REPOST ♥ 

TAGGED BY: @mrfunnybone​ !! thanks for the tag, buddy ! 

TAGGING: anyone! i don’t have a whole lot of folks on here so...have at it!

MY MUSE IS:   CANON / oc / au / canon-divergent / fandomless / complicated

Is your character popular in the fandom? YES / NO. [while i see a select few dig him, he’s no mister popular.]

Is your character considered hot™ in the fandom?  YES / NO / IDK. [ he is in fact literal fire.]

Is your character considered strong in the fandom?  YES / NO / IDK. [ he certainly exists!]

Are they underrated?  YES / NO / IDK. [ i mean.....i personally stan the fire man, so that puts one confirmed member of his fanclub up.]

Were they relevant for the main story?  YES / NO [not at all. even in the genocide route he kinda just...dips out, lmao. ]

Were they relevant for the main character? YES / NO / THEY’RE THE PROTAG. [ well, not unless you consider yourself to be in dire need of one sweet ‘burg.]

Are they widely known in their world? YES / NO / IDK. [it’s been awhile, but i really don’t recall anyone outside of snowdin remarking on grillby’s/grillby? ]

How’s their reputation?  GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL. [grillby’s reputation typically teeters on “wow what a warm wallflower” or “he seems....nice.” he’s not a big conversationalist. despite this, he does love his line of work.]

HOW STRICTLY DO YOU FOLLOW CANON?  — while i do prefer to stick to the canon core of things, there’s admittedly only 1 line of dialogue and pages of ellipses for my character so i’d say i’ve personally gone off the rails with good ole grillbz.

SELL YOUR MUSE! AKA TRY TO LIST EVERYTHING, WHICH MAKES YOUR MUSE INTERESTING IN YOUR OPINION TO MAKE THEM SPICY FOR YOUR MUTUALS.  —  

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...........................................................................................he’s good. 

Do you like that? If you crave more ellipses, come on down to Grillby’s, a place of subtlety, crudeness, good food, bad laughs, and one little skeleton monster that tests the financial patience of one poor Fire Elemental.

NOW THE OPPOSITE, LIST EVERYTHING WHY YOUR MUSE COULD NOT BE SO INTERESTING (EVEN IF YOU MAY NOT AGREE, WHAT DOES THE FANDOM PERHAPS THINK?).  —  grillby is truly a simple fellow. while he values the business of his patrons, and does hold a spiritual love for monsterkind, he wants to chill. he has a tendency to fall into adventures, but he doesn’t really want them. he’s not a big fan of talking with others either. he enjoys conversation, mind you, but he doesn’t enjoy really putting in his input, however, so call him King of Miscommunication and Misunderstandings. 

WHAT INSPIRED YOU TO RP YOUR MUSE?  —  i used to run a crazy hectic mtt blog back in the ye olden days, so. it was nice to switch to somethin a lil more relaxed with no expectations set on me. grillbz is grillbz.i like pretty fire aesthetic. you can argue about his canon/backstory/character arc/actions/etc. too but at the end of the day? ain’t nothin really to him. so have fun with it.

WHAT KEEPS YOUR INSPIRATION GOING?  —  ngl, @wdvoided​ & @mrfunnybone​ are my core inspiration peeps. Vii n i have an incredibly over the top but amazing, in depth series of interactions between our bois and caitie’s sans is a good pal....or rather, one swell bff. also, i adore bowties. so, i want to write more rps where grillby wears them or makes other people wear them

SOME MORE PERSONAL QUESTIONS FOR THE MUN.

Give your mutuals some insight about the way you are in some matters, which could lead them to get more comfortable with you or perhaps not.

Do you think you give your character justice?  YES / NO / I SINCERELY HOPE I DO? [ain’t much to him, dawg. he’s a pretty fire man with bowties, so i’ll do my best. ]

Do you frequently write headcanons?  YES / NO / SORT OF? [ngl, i never really post them tho;; ]

Do you sometimes write drabbles?  YES / NO [i have 2 in my drafts rn!]

Do you think a lot about your Muse during the day? YES / NO [ sometimes! if i have writer’s block for my own projects, i tend to daydream about him n when he was in his hip, cool Younger Days.]

Are you confident in your portrayal? YES / NO / SORT OF? [ while i’m confident in my writing, i’m not so sure it’s a hot take for the character or one that’s all that interesting. after all, much of grillby’s fascinating points are....well, not exactly easy to bring up to the surface since he doesn’t t a  k.]

Are you confident in your writing?  YES / NO. [ mostly! there are rough days where i’m not confident in a whole lot, to be frank.]

Are you a sensitive person?  YES / NO. / SORTA. [nah, i’m used to high stress environments.]

DO YOU ACCEPT CRITICISM WELL ABOUT YOUR PORTRAYAL?  —  yes! depending. this is one of few characters i’ve written where i don’t really have a canon basis for him, and thus, instead am “winging it” constantly.

DO YOU LIKE QUESTIONS, WHICH HELP YOU EXPLORE YOUR CHARACTER?  —  110% absolutely

IF SOMEONE DISAGREES TO A HEADCANON OF YOURS, DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY?  —  nope! we’re all entitled to our opinion, my guy. have at yours, but i stan that grillby would wear light up sketchers and if you disagree you are, clearly, incorrect. 

IF SOMEONE DISAGREES WITH YOUR PORTRAYAL, HOW WOULD YOU TAKE IT?  —  everything’s up for grabs except the sketchers thing. i’ll see you in the purgatory parlor before i sway on that one, buddy.

IF SOMEONE REALLY HATES YOUR CHARACTER, HOW DO YOU TAKE IT?  —  bro.....what are you then? a cup of water? seems odd, but i can’t help those age old disputes.

ARE YOU OKAY WITH PEOPLE POINTING OUT YOUR GRAMMATICAL ERRORS?  —  yes, please. i would much rather fix a simple mistake than leave it there.

DO YOU THINK YOU ARE EASY GOING AS A MUN?   —  i like to think so. can’t say i’ve ever kicked up too much of a fuss here on the internet. 

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do u know how many possibilities there are for their interactions based on the fact that they were the last monsters left in the underground during genocide run.. pls.. i need this

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Learn to love without condition. Talk without bad intention. Give without any reason. And most of all, care for people without any expectation.

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Sans had one too many bloody marys…

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First snow of the year

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// 12

12. Name one person you’d protect even if it meant sacrificing yourself.

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                                             Why, Fuku, of course!  

        Fuku is a driving force for Grillby. He would not be where he is had he not had her as a source of motivation in his youth. Handling the after effects of brutal warfare, a brief stint with unemployment, a dissipating marriage, and so on brought Grillby to a certain edge that he’d rather not confess to. Fuku, even if her conception had been an initial stress, forced him to reconcile with himself. Although he had drifted from many core principles of his, one of few he grasped onto still was this:          Every life deserves the opportunity to grow, to flourish, to love.          He supports love and hope. Her budding existence invoked him to seize the concept that, in order to ‘get better’, he would have tobe ablaze with action instead of languishing over loss. Grillby was a survivor. He breathed, walked, ate, drank, existed after the war; yet, once he’d been granted honorable leave, he held no other purpose. He no longer had a point, a motivator. Piece by piece, he was dwindling down due to his own despair, hopelessness, and physical injury. Worse, these were things never expressed. And, as his features are plain, are also emotions that couldn’t be read. 

        Fuku gave him a goal. Perhaps he would never have the opportunity to raise her under the sun’s glow, but he could teach her to be happy, to succeed, to shine in the absence of the sky’s light. In order to do that, however, he’d have to find happiness himself.          Fuku returned life to him. She, by no intentional means, inspired him to pursue his culinary arts, delve into a world of business, formally separate from a woman he’d fallen out of love for but felt socially obligated to stand by, and become a better person.                       If she was to ever perish, Grillby would shortly follow.          She is his heart, his soul, and the pride of his life. No royal acknowledgment of his services or bountiful flow of ‘G’ could ever replace her. No condolences could ever alleviate the grief of losing a child. No amount of love from another could mend such a pivotal part of his own existence. Therefore, she must live, and live long, for Grillby to do so as well. 

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Rock bottom has built more heroes than privilege.

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         Wandering eyes lingered over the silhouette. Concern would settle in tandem over open flame, and the reason for such revealing itself shortly.

      Despite polished steel encasing his hands, his motions were fluid when he brushed back the violet cloak. Under, the Dreemur crest arced along the silver chest piece. Carefully etched lines would glint a slight gold under the dancing tendrils of fire, a hue that complimented the orange well. The decorum appeared heavy on him, although the craft was clearly fitted. Thus, with the lack of sweeping fabric, the once-concealed dagger glinted freely. Quickly, it is removed; coveted steel cradled gently in his palm. The offending handle was offered to Gaster as Grillby bowed his head, an act beggaring forgiveness. 

Despite the Royal Scientist's words, little other response was given other than a simple shake of his head. King Asgore wouldn’t call on him for that.

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                                                .......didn't need to anymore.

      It was an honest mistake. Always was. Don't think he'd the merciless intent that the odd soul quipped about. Frankly, he'd no idea what to do had Doctor Gaster insisted on refusing----His Majesty hadn't give orders 'bout that. In fact, he'd implied, really, that there'd be no need to.

                                                         ....for some reason.

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☞ [ From: here & here. ]

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          Oft was it that his presence invoked a bit of……unrest. Couldn’t say why. Never did favor rankling folks. That much’d been a feeling fueled by a stubborn philanthropist’s philosophy centuries back. His gaze followed the Royal Scientist’s statement, tilted chin dipping in quiet acknowledgment to the few prying eyes fixed intently upon him. There was the fleeting notion to wave a polite greeting, yet found it was unneeded as the scarce company abruptly scurried back to their work.

         Curious eyes return to Gaster then. A nod was directed toward his sinewy figure. Fella needed to eat; reckoned that might’ve been another good reason His Majesty wanted him to attend. Mandatory science speak was all for naught if the leading figure in it starved. Might’ve been a departmental thing, he thought, if the scrambling interns were to prove anything. Yet, in the lapse of the other’s commentary, a realization struck.                 “Do…………”

A considerable pause interrupted him while a wave of worry rolled over him.

                                      “ ……you not permit…….any weaponry?”

He’d never a chance to ask security. Torn between apologetic and apprehensive, the two who’d halfheartedly brushed over him didn’t let a moment’s worth of inquiry rise. They babbled. A lot. Somethin’ about it being him made them question about a policy, and in turn, spurn a heated argument that led to a delayed, curt dismissal.

         “We don’t. Standard protocol. Why, are you hiding a crossbow somewhere in that armour of yours? A Morningstar, perhaps?”

Gaster moved around his desk and flattened out the invitation. He still had half a mind to tick, ‘No,’ and add ‘I’ve long since graduated from such duties,’ but the lingering pull of his loyalty to Asgore and the additions of “honoured guest and friend” to the flowery summons considerably softened his resolve—well, that and the presence of his vibrant guard quietly menacing his office. Yes, there were things that swayed him into disagreement with his dear sovereign, but… Dr. Gaster rapped the pen against the stock of the paper.

There still wasn’t really a decision here, was there?

        “I am curious, Mr. Grillby,” he sighed, “and I should like to know your opinion. What do—” as the Royal Scientist looked up, the brewing inner conflict upon the elemental’s features silenced his question for a new one.

        “…Why the concern? Don’t worry yourself—I’m signing it. No beheadings today or whatever it is you planned to do with me.”

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Look for something positive in each day, even if some days you have to look a little harder.

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