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Standing, surviving, living, breathing. How else to fight without being that which is the ultimate spite to the enemy– our existence itself.
the smaller monster was carefully lifted into papyrus's arms, a gentle motion that takes a moment as he tried to keep his sibling stable. he let out an exaggerated sigh before scolding sans. ' BROTHER, YOU HAVE TO STOP FALLING ASLEEP AT GRILLBY'S. HE'S BEGINNING TO LOOK A BIT... HOT-HEADED. ' yes, he began to laugh at his own pun. and yes, he was completely aware that his brother is drunk. might as well lighten the situation, though!
He couldn’t make it the full day. Sans.exe refused to function. Picked up like a rag doll, Grillby’s face faded as he was carried out. And he was pretty much fine with this. After awhile, the fire elemental just calls his brother anyways. Probably had him on speed dial.
He was lucky to have a cool brother like Papyrus taking care of him.
The fact that he was willing to keep forgiving his ‘alcoholic’ brother was a near constant. So he let his body slacken; this was the closest thing to the word ‘safe’ he had anymore. Just him and Pap. On days where Sans didn’t want to keep going.
His perpetual grin widens as he chuckles in response to his brothers little quip, probably would’a responded with one of his own if he wasn’t a) pretending to be half conscious and b) too half dead to actually do it.
* . . .
He lied.
* heh.
* if ya didn’t get me...
* i’d be toast right ‘bout now.
somewhere in an alternate timeline there’s a version of me who makes good decisions regularly. good for them. fuck them, though
Everyone understand how important bae’s call is by Lele Pons
What you should never do:
H U R T S O M E O N E I C A R E A B O U T
the real secret to immortality? not dying. you want to be immortal? ok. easy. just don’t die. that’s it. refuse to die. there you go
“but how” you may ask. easy. just don’t do it. refuse to. say no thanks
“ ….. ”
Anubis was quiet … very quiet, His grip shifted at the pun, and, with a pop, he removed the arm at the elbow and lifted it up, grinning, good naturedly. His frustration at the pun masked with the sarcasm that licked at his tone.
“ well i’ve certainly got to hand it to you, then! you sure know how to greet new people. ”
The wrong audience for that. Talk about ‘Anubis no swiping’. Cracking laughter at his expense, but he wasn’t ready to lose the other arm that quickly. There was a line between a joke and masochism.
* can’t exactly call this a real track record, here.
* i’d applaud your reaction, but what’s the sound of one hand clapping?
Oh, this was a good one. Pulling out the arm? Figured he should have waited until he was out of that handshake. His sleeve dangled at his side for the moment so he resorted to flapping the bit of fabric. When was he getting that back again?
‘ Tracking nobles across dimensional barriers was a new item for my résumé… ’
“ is it new for you? quite old hat for me, if you want the truth! ”
Anubis smiled, pleasantly at this new Sans. Another short one, not that he minded (this was how the universe was supposed to be, short sanses and tall Papyrus’s). “ the name is Anubis, ” he offers a hand to the other skeleton, “ or, that is the nickname i gave myself and has been adopted by my friends and family. ”
* anubis. greek. nice choice for a name’s far as i’m concerned.
* you can just call me spite, in that case.
He stared up at Anubis because that was the natural order of things, right? Craned his neck and -- he was acclimating. Enough not to physically react but it was close. Since this wasn’t a surprise, not really, he accepted the hand. Shoving his sleeve up his arm in the process to actually do so. His grip not as forceful as the typical handshake went in comparison to --
Ouch.
Could he be any more forceful in his introductions?
* heh. we all start somewhere, right?
* yeah. it’s new. what can i say?
* i’m not fe’dora the explorer here.
yeah this is my anti stress blog,
if i so much as feel awful for a response, i’m dropping the rp.
no offense but.
The sudden question had caught Undyne off guard, and after the initial surprise wore off, Undyne reverted to her default anger and annoyance. Who did this guy think he was????
“Oh YEAAAAH, because I have some ‘ulterior motive’ for being bothered with laziness.” Snappy, sarcastic, the perfect storm.
* i’m not disagreeing with you on the laziness bit, that shit’s awful as hell, but...
* ‘i express as much emotion as a rock’.
* yeah, hey - maybe this is just me, but you sure you’re not thinkin’ about something or someone else with that?
Normally he’d be all into letting a fish have her vent, but food for thought, projecting is a thing. He shrugged his shoulders as habit and just pressed on. If Undyne really wanted to, she could make him shut up.
* what a crazy. and. completely. unexpected. thought.
The skelefamily versus wind o(`ω´ )o
"hey, it's me. the real undyne. and i am looking pretty swol. btw: i'm triggered by this copycat thing."
“Sup!! It’s me, Sans!!!! I’m a lazy good-for-nothing who tells really bad jokes and sucks at being a sentry 24 hours a day!!!!!! I express as much eMOTION AS A ROCK!!!! AND EVEN THE ROCK LETS ON MORE ABOUT ITSELF THAN I DO!!!!!”
* oh wow, shit, can’t fight the truth, can i?
* yep. that’s me. the most useless of sentries.
* one thing though. humor me for a sec.
* who's the one you’re actually pissed off at?
Sans everywhere xD
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If I post an open starter, and you want to respond to it,
DO THE THING!
❝ But the starter has already been replied too by someone else! ❞
I don’t care, do the thing.
❝ But you posted it hours/days/weeks months ago! ❞
Do. The. Thing.
❝ But I don’t know if I can… ❞
This is your permission. Do the thing.
❝ But you’re so quality, and I’m not! ❞
I don’t care, do the thing.
Look, there’s nothing more depressing than making a starter, big or small, and having no one reply to it. It just sits there, empty, unused, unloved. If it happens enough the role player will stop posting open starters all together, defaulting instead to people who they know will answer them for sure. Or in some extreme cases leave the community.
Open starters are open for a reason. Any one of my followers can answer them hours, days, weeks, heck even months after they’ve been posted. That’s why they’re tagged open.
So please, if you ever, ever, see a starter post tagged open that looks interesting to you RESPOND TO IT!
You’re not going to annoy me, in fact you will make my day. You’re not going to see it but I’m probably going to do a little happy dance in my seat, or grin like an idiot, or make high pitched squeaky noises, or all of the above, because you, yes you, responded to the starter I posted.
* he may be a 7 out of 10
* but we all know who the real 10 is around here.
* papyrus.