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        DOES ANYONE WANT A STARTER

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thekingasgore:

♚ — { Lord Dreemurr } 

“Are you up for some pie?” the king asked with enthusiasm, showing the pie in his hands. How nice was having people coming to see him, he loved that. 

        Anything but snail pie! Yet the king’s enthusiasm goes         unspoken for, and you can’t help but feel a little bad for         neglecting it. So it’s with crinkled nose and roughly pursed         lips that you nod your head in acceptance for some pie,         despite your appetite crying to you otherwise.

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@friskid

♥~ “Oh, goodness. Are you all right, my dear? That looked like quite a nasty tumble.” 

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        Your face contorts in frustrations as tiny fingers trace across the         small laceration on your knee. Despite crimson edging off to stain         your fingers, you tug your pant leg down over it, quite used to this         sort of problematic situation by now. A firm nod is given in response         to the woman as you stand up, puffing out small chest in eager         determination. 

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100 FOLLOW FOREVER!

Woah! Thank you do much, guys! This blog only has just 2 weeks and already hit 100!   I’m so happy, I love Asgore so much and seeing a lot of people interested in him, makes me even more happy!

BAES I LOVE

@turntailed, @mettatoniic, @dramaticrobot, @charaside, @hexrtofkxdrakxr, @chase-eternally-young, @cletermiined, @chosemercy

THOSE BAES THAT I LOVE TO HAVE ON MY DASH

@friskid, @friskiing, @brcner, @bubblegumsuperstar, @goldeniiisms, @gr1llby, @jokekiing, @mcterna, @dynxii, @obnoxxiouss, @alpheese, @ofruiins, @falsedivinity, @goldbloomed, @killcrhost, @knifespawn, @kuronxki,

AND MUCH MORE!

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                                          “ skeletons never bothered me anyway “                                                 WRITTEN BY SKIPPY

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                                          “ skeletons never bothered me anyway “                                                 WRITTEN BY SKIPPY

[your-best-friend-flowey]

Struggling to get his bearings as he was lifted off of the ground, Flowey soon felt most stable in this pot than he did in the ground. With roots clinging to the loose soil, he reluctantly met the human’s gaze.

“I. am going to kill you when I get out of this pot, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!?”

With a huff the flower turned the other direction, looking away from the human.

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        The harsh syllables go over your head and surpass your         ears with ease, mind automatically filtering out all of the         negativity in the flower’s words and instead simply waiting         for him to finish his venting. Once silence had befallen the         two, small arms hug the flowerpot tighter to your chest,         and you begin to take pace down the corridor with simplistic         glee.          Good times with friends.

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@demoniistics; so this is my headcanon now because I know it annoys your muse :’)

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@demoniistics

       “ I’m home Chara !!       Do you have anything fun to do? “ 

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        ❝ huh, well. that is unfortunate. ❞

          a gloved hand reaches out to ruffled the kid’s           hair in a show of solidarity; being bored is the           worst.

        ❝ i think i may be able to squeeze in a break.            what do you wanna do ? it’s all you, buddy. ❞

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        █ ★ Suddenly your feel your expression exuberantly light up at         the mere mention of Sans possibly having a break - and willing         to gift the time of said break to your own presence. Fingers tighten,         and you feel yourself suddenly bouncing on your heels a bit as         you express your hefty desire to go to Grillby’s.

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                                                           “The risk of love is loss and the                                                             price of loss is GRIEF. But the                                                             pain of grief is only a shadow                                                             when compared with the pain of                                                             never risking love.”

                                                                    -Hilary Stanton Zunin | ©

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[ skippy voice ] I’ve created a monster

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@friskid 🎃‘d

      ❛ what, didn’t think we did trick-or-treating in the underground? ❜

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        But it’s almost Christmas.          You stare in confusion.

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also thanks for almost 600 followers even though I  haven’t been on since 200 I’d do a follow forever but I noticed quite a few of my friends aren’t even active anymore so er. sweats. maybe at 800.

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friskid started following thekingasgore

♚ — { Lord Dreemurr }

“Oh, how nice to see you, child.”

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        No more snail pie, you forbid the very idea in your head and         immediately crinkle your nose upon the scent that wavers past         nostrils as you enter. Your gaze doesn’t even traverse to the         house’s speaker, rather falls back in mental horror at the         rubbery taste of the food that lay only in the next room.

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• HOWEVER! WE CAN STILL BE FRIENDS! AS LONG AS BEING FRIENDS DOESN’T INVOLVE YOU ASKING ME OUT EVERY SECOND OF EVERY MINUTE OF EVERY DAY!

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        You place down the phone, quietly pushing it aside as         if in rejection of the words typed onto the screen.         “ Lunch? “ 

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@friskid liked for a TEEN frisk starter;

* … welp, this is weird. i know that this won’t make any sense now, but please, if you are really a younger me, do absolutely NOT say yes when Alphys’s gonna ask  you to watch ‘animes’. Trust me.

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        You stare in incessant disbelief for a moment, almost in a         stare that begs the questions: are you being tried? Is this         person really you - regardless of strikingly remarkable similar         physical traits, you wouldn’t dare tell yourself to heed clear         of something that seemed so bright and colorful and fun.         Plus, you trusted Alphys.         Eyes narrow, small hands crossing over your chest and foot         tapping impatiently as if expecting them to redact their         statement.