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decided to draw some jazz.
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The skeleton - truly intimidating, in all his 3′7″ glory - gazes up with a tilted neck and a slightly furrowed brow.
“...Nope, wouldn’ say y’are, buddy. Y’look pretty conscious t’ me.”
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At some point before Frisk falls into the Underground, Sans had a mild crush on Alphys. He never said anything about it though, since he was deathly afraid of scaring her off or ruining everything. It went away on its own, now he only sees her as a very close friend, but he still thinks about it sometimes.
Even so, he thinks it worked out for the better in the end having not said anything. Now she’s got Undyne!
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I totally get you, I was a birdcage And you were meant to fly
Canine Compassion
Adventure Dog immediately imitated Cork in the same friendly gesture, dropping all his monster-like mannerisms to act very much like an ordinary dog.
He even barked at the other playfully, tail swishing in the air in his excitement, “Do you wanna play?” He asked, jumping a bit and spraying snow.
When the other dog flopped into the snow next to him, Adventure Dog took it as a gesture of play instead of a magical intervention, so he pounced on the larger dog playfully, “Wahoo!” He called, tumbling over into the snow.
He looked up momentarily to see a Sans and addressed him, “Oh! Hi there! Yeah, I’m supposed to bring these bones back to my house!”
Tho he might have gotten a bit side-tracked already.
The returning bark only managed to excite Cork further, giving another yip as if to respond to his question; the spray of snow only made him quake in his fur even more, the corgi getting up from his position to run in a small circle before plopping his head down into the snow again. A nub of a tail swished, a small snout curling back to expose a tiny maw as the pup gave frisky little bites to the cold air. He didn’t mean for the quick snaps of his jaw to be hostile towards AD -- he was still young, and nibbling was still very much a part of his play routine.
Bear, in comparison, only gave a huff as he was pounced on. It wasn’t that he didn’t like the other, he just followed his stomach more than he followed his brain. The bones had called to him, made his fur stand up on end, and now here he was with a stranger crying out and diving into the snow while his adoptive brother ran over and started nipping at him lightly. If he wasn’t so focused on eating, maybe he’d even have the heart to engage in play. He’d warm up eventually.
Sans all the while just observed, amused. Even though he was aware the the dog-like monsters of Snowdin were prone to follow animalistic senses, he couldn’t help but still find it adorable. His SOUL swelled in his chest as he felt like his ribs were closing around it. God, he fucking loved dogs. They were so cute.
“Sounds like a fun time.”
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Ugh, always in a panic, even with old friends. It seemed her stress never ceased to be. Quickly standing up and heading over to the door, her clawed feet making small scraping sounds upon the tile as she approached with haste.
“Coming, I’m coming!”
She knew who it was, it didn’t really matter, though, she wanted to let them know. Soon enough she was at the door, and opening it up, giving an exasperated but, none-the-less, genuine smile.
Sans just simply waited after having rapped the door with his knuckles, shoving both hands deep into the pockets of his jacket; his weight adjusted from one slipper-clad foot to the other. He’d been busy lately, what with struggling to get out of bed and making sure everything was good with Papyrus -- he knew he worried too much. He knew paranoia singed his nonexistent nerves, but he couldn’t help it. Perhaps hanging out with a long-time companion would help him relax.
As he came face-to-face with her, cartilage lip was tugged at in the corners, a smile of his own pushing up into his cheekbones.
“’ey, Alph. Long time, no see.”
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I thought about going on an all-almond diet. But that’s just nuts
Anonymous asked:
" Wow you must've been an adventure until you took a fork to the knee! "
He feels something leap up in his nonexistent throat. His SOUL quivers, feels like its backing away towards his spine in an attempt to get away from something; a cold sweat accumulates on his skull as a ghostly blue swirls in his socket, a flaming eye feeding cortisol into his system.
“…Let’s not, buddy.”
Here Comes a Thought
Jazz wasn’t in the best of places. His mind wandered through timelines, questioning every little thing he could have done differently -- he played the scene out over and over and over again, wished he could have taken a different route, but he didn’t. He obeyed orders, and as much as the Royal Scientist appreciated his efforts, he wasn’t sure if the benefits outweighed the costs. Once free from impurity, the skeleton would now mentally run over his own stats with shame and an unwavering d i s g u s t .
[Sans - LV 3] [20 HP, 1 ATK, 1 DEF]
He didn’t want this. Even so, he couldn’t just let the human go free; if his boss found out about it, the king would find out in turn, and he knew he’d lose his job over it. He’d be cut off from the only kind of income he had, and without it, he’d have no way to take care of what was important:
Papyrus.
A skull leaned back into the dark blue walls of Waterfall, the babbling of a brook nearby the only kind of solace offered. The telescope propped up next to him tilted its head back on a swiveling neck, latched into place by a screw or two, its single wide and glassy eye observing the blue star-like rocks in the ceiling of the cavern with awe and wonderment. The skeleton, in contrast, only rolled the sleeves of his lab coat up, shoved hands into his pockets, and gave a sigh indicative of the heavy burdens resting in his chest. Perhaps he should give himself the benefit of a doubt, offer himself some [MERCY]...
...But the thought never crossed his mind.