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@comical-nihilist

They don’t know what to do when they see him. It’s been so long since they’ve spoken to him, they’ve practically lost track of the years, but they’ve always liked Sans — unlike Asriel, Sans’ jokes were actually funny. Or, maybe their taste in memes were just bad.  But, that was bullshit. They had a great taste in memes.

But, they really don’t know what to do here. Hug him? Nah. Start crying like they haven’t seen him in 20-odd years? No. Just.. say hi? Maybe. Probably not. Naturally, they turn the volume up on their phone once they’re standing behind him and play a very fitting song, in lieu of a more… normal reaction to seeing an old friend.

[comical-nihilist-blog]

     Sans always had a good taste in memes. Catch him sitting on the Undernet, shitposting the day away. Most of his memes these days were of skeletons, but living without internet meant he was literally turning his life into one, giant meme. Some people acted like they had never seen skeletons in their lives.

     Sudden noise behind him makes his grin twitch, a small flinch turning into a chuckle. He turns to see a child, with a smirk on their face. A friend. An old friend. He can’t remember the last time he saw them, and for a moment, he was silent.

     “Kid...” And of course, he was always bad with expressing his feelings. He was horrible at showing he cared or that he missed someone, because afterall, what was the point? Sockets enlarged slightly, pupils bright, smile on his face, a small voice came from his skull. “Are you memeing me from the afterlife?“ The question sounded like a statement, despite the need for reassurance.

Pierce The Veil Sentence Starters

“I know it’s hard, but who are you to fall apart on me?”

“I’m sorry, I can’t see that you truly love me.”

“’Cause sometimes I love the way you swing the blade at everything in sight.”

“Last night, you said you ended up at Palm Springs dancing on tables.”

“Well, fuck, what am I suppose to be, impressed?”

“I guess it’s time to say goodnight. I hope you had a really good time.”

“Oh my god, this is paradise.” 

“Can I even complicate your breathing?”

“Keep talking ‘cause I love to hear your voice.”

“What’s so good about picking up the pieces? What if I don’t even want to?”

“Don’t mind me, I’m just reaching for your necklace.”

“You can’t just throw me away.”

“It was the best time of my life, but now I sleep alone.”

“The taste of you and me will never leave my lips again.”

“Don’t you try and blame this on me.”

“My love for you was bulletproof but you’re the one who shot me.”

“By the time you’re hearing this, I’ll already be gone.”

“I want you in the most unromantic way.”

“This blood evacuation is telling me to cave me.”

“Just stay away from my friends.”

“I don’t care if you’re sick, I don’t care if you’re contagious. I would kiss you even if you were dead.”

“Can we create something beautiful and destroy it?”

“If you come over tonight, we can travel through time.”

“What a waste of a perfectly good clean wrist.”

“If every living thing dies alone, what am I doing here?”

“If it’s the end of the world, you and me should spend the rest of it in love.”

“Dare me to jump off this Jersey bridge?”

“I’m tired of begging for the things that I want.”

“The thing I think I love, will surely bring me pain.”

“Imagine living like a king someday.”

“You’re just wasted and thinking ‘bout the past again. Darling, you’ll be okay.”

“If you kiss me goodnight, I’ll know everything is alright.”

“You know the only real way to cure pain is to add a little more, because everything new distracts from the old.”

[sandcvstles]

hurt meme.

“ i got you. it’s gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay.”

“i feel like everyone’s miles away from me.”

“my mind is a dark place. you don’t want to be there.”

“i know this hurts, but you have to stay awake.”

“don’t close your eyes, please don’t close your eyes!”

“i just want to be numb, i don’t want to feel anything.”

“please don’t do this, don’t act like you care.”

“you don’t care, nobody cares, just leave.”

“you’re my friend, of course i fucking care.”

“i can’t give up on you, so please don’t give up on yourself.”

“i love you so much, i forgot what hating myself felt like.”

“i fucked up, why do you not care?”

“i can’t walk, just go on without me.”

“you have broken ribs, take it easy.”

“i have no idea how to do cpr.”

“whose blood is that?”

“apply pressure to the wound, don’t let go.”

“don’t you dare fucking let go!” 

“what the hell happened to you?” 

“are they dead? did you kill them?” 

“do you know what you’ve done?” 

“you’re either with me or against me.” 

“who the hell did this to you?” 

“are you alright? you hit your head pretty hard…” 

“i can’t see!! what’s happening to me?” 

“when was the last time you ate?” 

“what do you mean you’re fine? you are not fine!” 

 “i’m fine, it’s just a flesh wound, i’ll be okay.” 

“for how long? how long were you bottling this up?“ 

“there’s so much blood, you won’t last.” 

“are you… throwing up in there?” 

“why aren’t you eating?” 

“just breathe… you’re okay, i promise, just breathe.” 

“i can’t breathe, i can’t –” 

“i woke up, & you were gone.” 

“just tell me something, was it really worth it?” 

“it’s okay to hurt & breakdown. you don’t have to be strong all the time.”

[an-exotic-writer]

five word prompts

[outlawiism-archived2]

an-exotic-writer:

[inspired by this]

“actually… i just miss you.”

“alright, i’ll leave you alone.”

“and slowly… i was forgotten.”

“and then everything just disappears.”

“and where do i go?”

“anyone could tell from here.”

“are you finishing that or…?”

“are you stupid or stupid?”

“anything, just call me, okay?”

“bitch better have my money.”

“bro… that’s so… not cool…”

“but did you do it?”

“call me now. it’s urgent.”

“can’t you listen to me?”

“cross that. don’t answer that.”

“don’t even think about it.”

“don’t you dare walk away.”

“do it. i dare you.”

“did you think i forgot?”

“eventually… you just move on.”

“even if you still do.”

“everything will fall into place.”

“fight me, you attractive stranger.”

“for once, i need you.”

“for once… i was right.”

“for once… i was wrong.”

“forget i even asked you.”

“forget it. you fucking suck.”

“fuck’s sake, what’s your problem?”

“fuck off. i mean it.”

“give and take. that’s life.”

“great. perfect. nice. fuck this.”

“have you lost your mind?”

“hello? it’s me. i was-”

“hey… that wasn’t so nice.”

“here’s a glass of whatever.”

“how about a hug, hm?”

“how about you make me?”

“i haven’t forgot you yet.”

“i can’t be around you.”

“i don’t need you, really.”

“i don’t need this now.”

“is this your first time?”

“it’s just a cut, really.”

“it wasn’t me, i swear!”

“i said i love you.”

“just don’t fuck it up.”

“just… come back alive, okay?”

“just make sure you’ve eaten.”

“kick his ass for me.”

“killed him? wait, what, literally?”

“life really sucks. feel better.”

“letting go hurts… a lot.”

“let me live, will you?”

“no, i don’t need you.”

“nothing can hurt me now.”

“nothing matters anymore to me.”

“okay it was me… so?”

“people lie all the time.”

“pipe the fuck down, asshole.”

“please, you can’t die now.”

“please don’t leave me alone.”

“quiet. they can hear us.”

“quick! give me your phone!”

“quicker, you freaking piece of-”

“quit it or i’ll bite.”

“quit staring! they’ll notice us!”

“really? do i look stupid?”

“real smooth, tripping over air.”

“rise and shine, sweet thing.”

“rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.”

“seriously? give me a break.”

“so… what are we now?”

“so… did you miss me?”

“so… can we go eat?”

“so… when’s the next flight?”

“so… how did everything go?”

“sometimes, i wish you died.”

“so what? you did it.”

“time passes slower without you.”

“then what do you suggest?”

“the fuck? who are you?”

“then you tell me why.”

“this is not working out.”

“this isn’t what i wanted.”

“this is all a fucking disaster.”

“when did it all happen?”

“who knew you’d be here?”

“why do i even bother?”

“why do i love you?”

“why didn’t you tell me?”

“you’re just… so, so stupid.”

“you can’t be here now.”

“you look like an accident.”

“you really need to go.”

“you know who to call.”

“zero fucks given. next please.”

the hella sweet munday meme

because honestly, I see so much negativity go around everywhere and I can’t help but to feel it makes the dash feel kinda down. so! here’s for lifting up our spirits!

♻ Any advice on improving Tumblr RP experience?

⛅  Do you believe aesthetics are another form of expression?

☮ Are you feeling happy and inspired right now?

☄ Has someone ever admitted to being inspired by you?

⚌ Who inspires you?

♋  Are there any FC’s you believe should be used more? Why?

☸ Do you reblog from the source when someone practices reblog karma or do you follow it?

☯ Do you believe you’re a forgiving person?

⚑ Have you been forgiven for a mistake you’ve made?

♛ Have you ever seen drama be maturely sorted out?

♞ Do you tend to ignore drama?

☾ Have you ever tried to bring peace to a situation?

☻ Have you ever made someone a promo or a positive shoutout?

☎ What do you think about bias lists?

☈ How many people would you say likes you?

♡ How many people do you like? Are there any people in particular that pop up?

☢ What calms you down after negativity?

☠ What keeps you happy?

☘ Is there anything that makes you instantly want to follow someone?

☕  Is it often you hear people complimenting your blog? Characters, writing, theme, icons, etc.

☂ What’s your best RP experience?

⚈ What sweet things tend to happen to you from time to time RP wise?

☐ What trends are you currently into?

★ What fandom do you consider welcoming?

☆ What are some the perks with the fandom you’re currently in?

☉ What fandom do you believe needs improvement? What could you do to do that?

♦ How has roleplaying on Tumblr improved since you started out?

♨ Have you ever roleplayed with someone that has been problematic but offered critique and then watched them improve?

⚓ Are there any small details you tend to like in roleplays?

⚡ What are the good sides with duplicates?

☀ What’s the best thing about roleplaying?

⛵ What genres do you like writing the most?

☺  What tends to bring out your muse the most? What inspires you?

[comical-nihilist-blog]

     Weeks, perhaps months, had led him up to this moment. Spooky time. His favorite time of the year, a time in which the skeleton memes were in high demand. Thankfully, his entire being was a meme. Monsters made of magic? Bullshit. Memes. Memes are magic.

     It was also the time of the year in which every person he saw was questioning his monster heritage. Yes, he was a skeleton. And yes, he was going to let people know.

     He had climbed on top of someones house, placing a boombox down on their roof. Within moments, he reached down, pressing the ‘play’ button with a small click. Immediately, Spooky Scary Skeletons began to play.

     He was so proud.

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@comical-nihilist

►❆❆◄

“I—”

Well, this was something new… Wait, was this the thing called Halloween humans celebrate? Where they dress up in costumes? It was puzzling for the mech how humans have such holidays, yet, here he is in front of a stranger. While he accidentally bump into him; of course he was about to say sorry, but paused mid sentence. 

“Well.. Um, that’s a very realistic costume and sorry about running into you.” 

[comical-nihilist-blog]

     He turned around, the usual grin masking his skull. He was assured that the other was speaking about the fact that he was a literal skeleton. Rather, he looked down at his skeleton-patterned shirt from under his stained blue jacket, grin spreading as he stretched the seams. “Thanks.” He tittered with a wink. “Don’t worry about it.”

[f-f-f-friendzoned]

sans that’s just your regular shirt 

[scirephysica]

∃【☝✌💧❄☜☼】─ His face falls. The worry had only grown tenfold, eyeing the half-drunk skeleton hanging from the dumpster. No, Sans was playing a trick on him. Going missing and turning up memoryless was the exact sort of trick he would play- he sort of has played before. Except that was a result of the Accident, right? Not…

Not whatever Sans was doing right now.

Fingers press gently along the edge of the dumpster, a frantic tapping against metal betraying the feigned smile that tried, tried its hardest to tug his mouth, tried to believe all of this was a rather cruel joke. (It’d be hypocritical for him to complain, after all).

“No, I am merely flabbergastered that you could have forgotten me. Have you been drinking? Get out of there, I know you can be a mess but this is ridiculous!” And the more he speaks, the more his croaking, glitching, clicking voice shakes with frightening worry. Forgotten, forgotten, no he was just overreacting, and this was a joke. And yet it whirrs over in his mind, Void thoughts blackening his reassurances each time he spins the thought that this is a prank over in his mind.

‘Til, of course, it cools him, fretting glances turn to a cold blank stare, barely above a glare, as he comforts himself with an icier, mechanical behaviour. Once Sans surely sees he has little interest in a joke that danced on his insecurities, this whole charade would fall apart. Right?

His still hands click the metal once, as he’s filled with a sudden desire to call his partner and hope, hope he hasn’t simply been forgotten again.

“You are a friend, Sans. This is not some sort of trick, just how much have you had? You disappear for a whole month and then act like this? I had thought you had begun avoiding me!” And for all his iciness, his mouth began running away from him, pulling himself over the edge enough to peer down at the shorter skeleton. Still dumpy, probably as easy as always to carry, and still with a jacket as blue as the echoes.

His SOUL really did feel like it had frozen through.

[comical-nihilist-blog]

     He needed more alcohol for this.

     The bottle clanked against his teeth, almost forcefully. The stinging feeling in his throat as his magic processed the alcohol was almost relieving, a reminder that the world around him was real. He drops his hand once more, mind fuzzier than before. Sans wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or the situation at hand. He felt as if his world were fading, but tearing him apart at the seams all at the same time. Reset. Another one. He tried to convince himself wildly that it didn’t matter. It couldn’t matter. He wouldn’t remember it all anyway, he hadn’t established anything here. The nihilism was already sinking back into his bones. He wished to burrow down, right here, and sleep the entire world away. Just until he woke up back in Snowdin, where he could see his brother again. 

     Just when he thought he found something new, he was wrong.

     A dry laugh came from his mouth, but an underlying nervousness was shown as his pupils fizzled. Gaster, Gaster; where was that from?  It was like an old memory rhyme a child had been told inside the womb, spoken to years upon year later. It would be a smile to the lips of said child, a long lost story of comfort. For Sans, it was only nagging at his mind, crawling up and walls, scratching at the floor inside of his mind. Gaster. His head began to ache, the world seeming to spin once more. He shifted to get it to stop.

     “I’m a little shocked too, huh, it’s kind of getting under my skin, buddy.” His laugh that came along with his light joking sounded more anxious than before, the hostility fading into something much more fearful. He didn’t like the words this man was using. Void, Gaster, it only added to the pacing of his soul. Those were were giving him an itch that needed to be scratched through the means of making ties. He avoided the urge to scramble away as the man got closer, some sort of instinct kicking in that told him to run or fight. His magic would have whirred if it weren’t for the blockers of the Scientists. 

     He hardly had but a few drinks. It wasn’t enough for him to forget. No memories of him were present, none at all. Don’t forget, don’t forget,  d o n ‘ t  f o r g e t. Instead of answering any of his questions, Sans let loose of his bag and propper his bottle on a garbage bag, hands moving in front of his face as he sat up. “You have to tell me everything you know about me. I have no idea what you’re talking about. What happened?”

[djsmell]

NEW UNDERTALE SONG!! Parody of Fall Out Boy’s Irresistible :D This one’s a collab with the lovely Lollia!! Check it out!! :^)

[comical-nihilist-blog]

@destinyofdarkness

     Sans was trying to get used to the city, to little avail. His bones were practically shaking as a simple thought came across his mind, thrumming with effort. His sockets were holding shadows, clinging to the ivory and displaying his lack of sleep as he tried desperately to figure out how to remake his machines with the limited parts here. He needed to know. He needed his reports again, he needed them, he needed them. Another day without knowing weather or not he was trapped in a time loop was driving him into insanity.

     And pathetic laziness.

     When he managed to catch some sleep, it was in the most inconvenient of places, narcolepsy catching up on his system and attacking his mind. Take now, for instance. The skeleton was dragging his slippers across the ground, sockets drooping as he made his way to the bench within the park. He nearly fell into Gaito as his sockets dropped. “Shit, uh, sorry man.” He plopped down onto the bench the avoid confrontation, shaking his skull slightly and bouncing his legs to ward of sleep. Upon closer inspection, he frowned. “You look a little blue, kid. You doing okay?”

[singsongsuggestion]

blue lips blue veins blue, the color of our planet from far, far away

[comical-nihilist-blog]

@scirephysica

     Was alcoholic ketchup a thing? Could he make it a thing? Sans hummed as he held up a bottle of whisky, flies moving around his face, in his other hand, a packet of ketchup. Alcohol and ketchup shouldn’t be how he deals with his problems but it’s worth a shot. Sans though to himself, laughing under his breath at his own internal dialogue. He ripped open the packet and brought the half-drank bottle to his lips, downing each at the same time. 

     NOPE. NOPE. NEVER MIX TWO GOOD THINGS. TWO RIGHTS DON’T MAKE A RIGHT. WHO THE HELL TOLD HIM THAT? HE WANTED THEM DEAD. He forced himself to swallow anyway, scowling. He wouldn’t dare get rid of good ketchup, or whisky. He couldn’t get like, diseased from drinking dumpster whisky, right? Cinnamon was his favorite. Not nearly as good as one of Grillby’s Fireball Shots, though. Sans would murder for one now. Not saying much, he thought to himself, self-loathing written in his thought process. More alcohol. More ketchup. Sans leaned out of the overflowing dumpster, placing it delicately on the ground beside his pink slippers before moving through the trash once more.

     He scrambled around, reaching for a brown fast-food bag. A few soggy fries, half an eaten burger, and a handful of ketchup packets. His grin twitched, spreading wider. Dinner. A small clatter made him turn to see a tall skeleton rummaging through for parts. He seemed… Familiar? It was nerve-raking, but it didn’t appear like the other saw him just yet. He slowly leaned over, bag in his hand, lazing throwing his arms over the side of the dumpster. Sans reached for another packet, shoving it between his jaws and sucking out the contents. “Do you know how many people throw out ketchup packets? Holy hell, I hit the jackpot.” He held up his bag with a smirk.

[scirephysica]

∃【☝✌💧❄☜☼】─ A few scrap pieces, that was all he needed. And somehow, he doubted he could sneak it into the back yard without being caught – his partner had cottoned on quickly, and while he was faced with sighing disapproval, at least Loghain hadn’t yet told him to stop it.

Still, that wasn’t going to stop him from trying to hide his antics, fingers pulling on a loose rusted spring. A scratching digit, and he finds it alright underneath; good enough, and in the trash, no-one wanted it. He looks up, then, to the large dumpster beside him, a rancid smell amongst the back alleys. No, for a scavenger of scrap, he certainly had more dignity than to merely dive into one of those things, and his loose memories of home told a similar story. If he was that desperate, he’d surely find someone else to do it for him.

There was noise, then, catching his interest for the briefest moment, as he looks back to his own pile of scraps – a wrecked bicycle, picked apart for spare parts. He’d hardly a bag big enough to carry half of it, knowing that hauling rusted metal through sector oo5 in broad daylight would hardly be sneaky. But as a hand on the dumpster catches the edge of his vision, familiar voice singing in groggy tones, he looks up to see-

“Sans?”

And it was, clearly a few too many and covered in a revolting mess, the shorter skeleton looked awful. Still, as he paused for the moment to watch the skeleton before him, familiar sense of protective warmth from the Void in his skull, his fingers begin their twitch of concern. Until his worry is too much, dropping the bike chain in his hands to dash to his once-missing friend.

“What are you- Where have- Sans!”

[comical-nihilist-blog]

     It was interesting how the taller skeleton moved. It was even more so to see another wandering about. He was sure that he and Papyrus were the only ones, along with... Someone he couldn’t remember. He could catch faint images in dreams, sometimes, desperate whispers that were met with silence. He still had the picture of him with another and Papyrus, but he had yet to discover where the image had come from. The same, tugging, uncomfortable feeling in his soul was residing there now, for whatever reason. He tried to ignore it, pulling up the corners of his cheeks as his head began to coo in protest. Waves of pain struck his skull, like dark magic pulling on his mind.

     What he did not expect was to see someone so flabbergasted to see him, let alone to have his name spoken. He instantly straightened, rather than thinking that perhaps the stranger heard of his name before, he thought of the worst. How would he know that? The kid knew his name, once. They started to realize his next movements. It was a key factor in his recognition of the resets. Don’t panic, no panic attacks here, stay calm, stay... “You must be pretty sansational to know what my name is before I told you, buddy.” He could feel the anxiety pooping in his ribs, swirling underneath his jacket. He was already on edge from being here, from having a change.

     Was there a reset he hadn’t detected? Usually, he could see the little skips in time. The snow falling outside of his window would glitch for a moment, a notice of a load. He would wake with dread in his heart, a heavier soul, and words he could memorize in the event of a reset. His reports showed the resets easier than loads and saves, and he could see the loads and saves easier than resets. He had a system, with what little determination he had. His PATIENCE was offering a bit of solace now, but the panic was not ceasing. He leaned back into the trash, his pupils appearing to fizzle out of existence for a split second before returning, his grin ever-present. “How’d ya’ know that? I think a trick like that would come in handy.”

[allocate-aloe]

I didn’t know how else to explain my haitus.

[comical-nihilist-blog]

“You’re hiding a painful burden.”

     The words struck a chord, causing him to whip around, forcing his grin to widen and bony cheeks to put upward his sockets. Just grin. They don’t expect anything that way, huh? “And what could that be, kid?” He snickered, fists pushed down into his pockets. 

     “Only burden I got here is trying to find some gold. Not easy, y’know?” He eased into the grin a little bit, chilled to the bone by the statement. Perhaps he was. Reset after reset, watching and watching as he brother, his friends, his family died around him. Sometimes, they would smile, but every time seeing the sunset felt less and less marvelous. Maybe it would stop here. Maybe it would finally stop.

[comical-nihilist-blog]

“It will get better.”

     Sans grin twitched, faced with the second decision weather or not to answer honestly. Two options. Say what he wanted, or say what would draw the least suspicion to his mental health. “I’m sure it will kiddo. Life can’t get much shittier.” He snickered. Maybe it was the smile that would draw away suspicion. It hardly mattered. Any Frisk was dead to him. His Frisk knew the truth behind everything he said, anyway. His brother was dead, as far as he knew. His entire support system through this hell was gone. 

     Well, he was right. At least it couldn’t get shittier.

[memeroundups]

Questions/Comments to be sent anonymously!

“Is there someone you hold dear?”

“Don’t you feel any guilt?”

“You’re actually afraid to be alone, aren’t you?”

“There must be something you fear.”

“Do you have a home?”

“Is there someone you like?”

“Are you really expecting a positive outcome out of this?”

“Aren’t you ashamed?”

“Aren’t you happy?”

“Who do you despise?” 

“How do you sleep at night?”

“What do you think of kindness?”

“What do you think of hatred?”

“Why do you fight?”

“Why do you live?”

“How much blood have you spilled?”

“How much death have you seen?”

“Don’t you think your actions are reckless?”

“Don’t you know how much good you’ve done for others?”

“Can’t you tell they love you?”

“Can’t you see he/she would die for you?”

“Can’t you tell the truth for once?”

“You’re not tainted.”

“You’re not alone.”

“You’re awful.”

“You don’t think of anyone but yourself.”

“You’re an emotionless robot.”

“You’re just a lap dog.”

“It’s not over.”

“He/she needs you.”

“Stop lying.”

“Stop fighting.”

“Stop pushing others away.”

“You’re cruel.”

“You’re far too kind. Too kind for your own good.”

“You depend on him/her too often.”

“You’re overprotective, it’s stifling.”

“He/she is bringing you down.”

“You’re too timid, it’s easy to see you as a target.”

“You need to listen.”

“You need to speak up more often.”

“You’re weak.”

“You’re too proud.”

“You won’t always be around to save him/her.”

“One day, he/she won’t need you anymore.”

“You can’t cheat death.”

“You can’t hide forever.”

“They’ll find out the truth eventually.”

“That person is only holding you back.”

“They’re too good for you.”

“You’ll be rewarded for your efforts if you keep trying.”

“It will get better.”

“You look lonely.”

“You look bitter.”

“You look tired.”

“You’re hiding a painful burden.”

“You’re perfect.”

“You’re beautiful.”

“You will always be worthless.”

“Your hands are too dirty, too tainted to be clean.”

“You’re lost in this world. Wandering without a purpose.”

“You’ll rise above them all.” 

“You’ll find your place in this world.”

“Eventually, someone will knock you off your pedestal.”