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an undertale rp blog ? in MY 2021 ?

more likely than you’d think

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ty to everyone who sent me smthing in my inbox or said nice things !! i appreciate it v much. hopefully i can get the ball rolling on this acc. again soon <3

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did a little concept art for a shorty comic I wanna do (but probably won’t). babybones are my roots….. I missed them

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i’m not feeling too hot tbh so if anyone wants to put things in my inbox for me to respond to later i would love that <3

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i’ll get my rules up && running tomorrow, rn me sleeby

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friendly reminder ( that i’m sure everyone knew abt considering i won’t shut up abt it ), but my s. ans has the biggest crush on t. oriel u_u

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i’m playing u. ndertale rn && i’m abt to go into the asgore fight which makes me extremely sad because that means it’s almost over

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“ remember, folks. i know 2020 was a bad year for everyone, but keep in mind ...

despite everything, it’s still you. ”

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@naosh-of-muses ; frisk’s eyes widened as they stood there, biting down on their lip. ‘sorry.’ they signed, looking away.

ah, crud. he didn’t mean to upset the kid — but it really freaked him out, seeing them mess around with some of the chemicals he kept in his room for experiments outside of the lab. he knew he never should have given them that key ! ( or, maybe he should have kept the lab equipment with gaster ).

“ hey, hey. you’re a human, not a horse - so drop the long face, yeah ? this stuff is just dangerous. besides, tori would kill me if anything happened to you. ” sans bends down to frisk’s eye level and places a gentle hand on their shoulder.

[bioluminescens]

Glowworms, Waitomo Caves, New Zealand x x

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sans vc: i’ll show YOU AN EXISTENTIAL TEMPER TANTRU M —

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the face of a man who is ,,,,, perfectly at peace with having a crush on the king of the underground’s ex-wife :’)

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howdy. can y’all give this a like if i can randomly spring into ur inbox whenever i have the whim ? ty

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“ did it ever occur to you that maybe i never WANTED to be MADE ? or are you jus’ too focused on yourself && your — stupid bullshit ? ”

/ . @spacymuses ( GASTER )

[spacymuses]

His fingers are tense around the pen he’s tapping uselessly along the margin of his notepad, the page filled with various calculations and segments of the core that need to be checked during their maintenance run that day. The lines on the page are a bit... blurry (when had he struggled this much just to read his own handwriting?), and he squints his good eye a bit to better focus on the words. That alone sends a sharp spike of pain through his skull, and he suppresses a wince. 

He is less successful in doing so at Sans’ next outburst, an unmistakable flinch that he mentally reassures himself is solely from this splitting headache. 

Gaster sighs, casting Sans a sideways glance. 

“... Are we really doing this right now? This is going to be a very long day, son.”

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admittedly, sans did not pride himself on a lot of things. he did, however, allow himself small victories in a couple of instances -- he was great at making puns, he was a smooth talker, && he felt that when it came to keeping his emotions under control, he was able to smother them down deep within the recesses of his chest until he found an alternative outlet in which to release them. 

in any case, his outbursts were minimal ( at least, he liked to think so ). he felt that he put up with a lot when it came to his father the scientist, so to finally boil over && only be met with the slightest bit of attention, watching as gaster casts the casual side glance towards the younger skeleton, was enough to send him reeling into another spike of anger. he doesn’t even feel bad when gaster makes a quick wince - or, at least, that’s what he tries to tell himself. gaster hasn’t earned his sympathy. not yet, anyway ( even though, truthfully, he has been growing more obviously fatigued as the days stretch on, his strength leaving him in alarming bursts ). 

he feels his bony fingers tighten into trembling fists of aggression. there is an unmistakable warmth gathering behind his eye sockets that he refuses to let rise to the surface of his face. 

“   you’re damn right it’s going to be a very long day ! && you’re goin’ to stop with your notes for a fuckin’ second and pay attention to me.   ”   he thinks of extending a hand to grab at gaster’s shoulder, but refrains.   “   you said we’d talk about it later. well, pal, it’s later. so let’s talk.   ”      

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I feel kinda bad for mainly posting my actual art on Instagram and not on here so take this lol

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@spacymuses

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sans: yea lmao idk i’m pretty good at hiding my emotions haha

toriel: exists

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