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[trucidetis-blog]

                                                       * but nobody came.

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                                                       * but nobody came.

[funnyxbones-blog]

[ hiatus announcement; ]

i havent been on here at all lately because i gained too many followers too fast and every time i check i have more, and honestly i’m really incredibly grateful for getting this many but im just… it’s making super super anxious and i dont want to. do anything with this blog any more. sorry?? i dont have much to say here. i might come back at some point but also… probably not.

[funnyxbones-blog]

[ hiatus announcement; ]

i havent been on here at all lately because i gained too many followers too fast and every time i check i have more, and honestly i'm really incredibly grateful for getting this many but im just... it's making super super anxious and i dont want to. do anything with this blog any more. sorry?? i dont have much to say here. i might come back at some point but also... probably not.

[funnyxbones-blog]

gonna choose winners for that giveaway nowwww

[funnyxbones-blog]

anyway you guys should go and pet @ofguards and tell him he’s a Good Dog

[pilotisims]

                    ❝ E-Earth. Where the hell’s Earth ??? … Never heard of the                           planet in my life, Christ how did I manage to crash so far away                           from my home, Fox is gonna be pissed when I don’t come back                           … Wait, ‘ kinda ‘ what do you mean by it’s ‘ kinda ‘ Earth ??? ❞                    Ears twitch idly, tired golden glowing irises glance                   upwards then back down at the monster before him,                   how the hell where they even alive? He was just a…                   A living skeleton? But how? The hybrid decided he                   should simply focus on the important questions, like                   how far away he was from the Lylat system, and how                   he could get his ship up and running again. James shifts                   in place to ensure the inner workings of his robotic limbs                   didn’t freeze up and lock in place. The expression on his                   face is one of fear, confusion, and he can’t shake it. As                   the cold wind threads through his fur he shivers in his                   coat and folds his ears back, although he was part wolf                   he never really liked extreme cold. 

              ❝ Christ, I hope my Arwing doesn’t friggin freeze. If it does then there’s no way                    I’m flyin’ out of here… So, Sans, hope it wouldn’t be to much to ask you to show                    me around cause … I’m completely new to all of this and … Well I mean I could                    really use the help you know ??? ❞

[funnyxbones-blog]

           he’s silent for a few moments, carefully processing each            word spoken and piecing together the situation. this guy is            from space; most likely a different galaxy, by the way he talks,            and it seems like he’s from a pretty advanced civilization. he            doesn’t know who fox is, but he’s going to hazard a guess that            he’s the man in charge - or rather, the fox in charge. so this is a            crash landing situation. sans doesn’t know what an arwing is but            it’s probably his ship, and --- god, this is like one of mettaton’s            bad scifi movies.

        ❝ i mean we’re on earth, but this place down here ? pretty much            a whole different world, with a whole different species. we’re            underground, too. so, uh, not sure how you crashed here. ❞

           he hesitates, when he’s asked for help. this isn’t a usual run.            usually things follow a specific script - one which sans has            performed so much that it’s hard wired into his bones. but            he’s improvising, now, and he’s not entirely sure what to do.

        ❝ uuuuh -- i mean, i guess it couldn’t hurt. closest town is snowdin.            ’s where i live. i’ll take you there and then we can figure things            out from there, yeah ? ❞

[thepxcifist-blog]

         The child doubts that this joke will be any          better than the ones you had done prior,          but is willing to give you the benefit of the          doubt. They raise their hands to reply.

                          ‘Who is there?’

[funnyxbones-blog]

          don’t be rude, frisk. he’s a pun master.           in fact, this one is sure to knock your           socks off.

        ❝ ice cream. ❞

[verybbonely-blog]

//  💀 // * who’s not there. 

oh boy this is probably going to be horrible, he isn’t much a fan of puns. 

[funnyxbones-blog]

           oh, that’s real creative, buddy.            he continues anyway; someone’s            distaste for puns has never stopped            him before.

        ❝ dozen. ❞

[friskid-blog]

█ ★ Somehow, a usual STOIC expression has managed to           contort a hinting essence of BOREDOM displaced behind            pursed lips, and upon the question being asked, they puff           up cheeks  quickly as if in CONFIRMATION of their boredom. 

[funnyxbones-blog]

        ❝ 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. ❞

[funnyxbones-blog]

          ❝ knock knock. ❞

             it’s a good joke this time, he swears.              you’ll definitely laugh at this one. honest.              just give him a chance.

[roleplaymmemes]

The 9th icon in your folder is your muse’s love struck face

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[pilotisims]

                   ❝ …Sans… ❞ He’s gazing down sadly at his friend, golden eyes                          are fixated on the small skeleton and that look says it all. He knows                          that Sans is lying, he can tell, he can tell, he remembers dreading                          falling asleep and the torment he endured for the longest time, he                          hid in his house and put on a smile for his team, panic attacks, long                          nights and a lot of help from a lot of people later he can read Sans like                          a book. At least to a point, he fears he’s projecting but with that expression                          the skeleton just gave him somewhat confirms his suspicions. His                          eyes scream, silence those lies he tells James and the hybrid’s ears                          flatten against his skull, tail tucking between his legs. ❝ Nightmares are                          rough man, and it looks like it really effected you. Look I’m not gonna                          force you to tell me cause I don’t know you too well but, don’t hold stuff                          in okay ??? Because it’s going to tear you apart from the inside out, Sans.                          I can already tell you’re a good guy, people like you always got a lot of                          people who care about them. So don’t … don’t make the mistake of thinking                          you’re alone okay ??? And … If it means anything, if you’re okay with                          talking about it, I’m here for you too… ❞

[funnyxbones-blog]

he appreciates the sentiment, but the words offer little comfort. he’s already torn apart -- his internal turmoil is so strong that it’s a wonder nobody else can see it. it flashes, sometimes, blue flame flickering in a single eye socket, but it’s quick and gone before you can blink. just a trick of the light. the only time he ever lets loose is when -- well. he doesn’t want to think about that on THIS run. and anyway, he is alone. he has friends and family and people who care about him, of course, but they never remember. he’s the only one who remembers. he’s the only one going through these resets -- there’s nobody he can talk to about it who would understand, or who wouldn’t forget when the next reset rolls around.

of course, there’s always the flower, but sans doesn’t want anything to do with him.

he grunts in response, peering at him through one eye. his breathing is still slightly shaky, & he KNOWS that he’s completely transparent. even papyrus would be able to tell somethings wrong, & sans has practically perfected the art of Convincing Papyrus That He’s Okay. it takes him a few more minutes before he speaks again, and this time his voice comes out less strangled and more... defeated.

❝ i, uh, appreciate it. thanks. for the offer. but it’s not really that important. ❞

it’s a bold lie, especially in this state, but he’s been bottling things up for so long that it’s a reflex, now -- his first instinct is to pretend he’s fine. it’s hard wired into his brain and even if he could stop the words tumbling from his mouth he doesn’t think he would; maybe if he lies about it enough, he’ll manage to convince himself.

[funnyxbones-blog]

* you tried to use your own art for this giveaway, but it just ended up looking like shit.

what’s that ?? a giveaway ?? THAT’S RIGHT, FOLKS ! in celebration of over 300 followers, i, your ol’ pal sans, will be doing a theme giveaway ! i haven’t been here long enough to have a follow forever, so you get the next best thing: me, making a theme for you.

NOTES.

* i will not code pop-up pages for you. * the only graphic i’ll back is the theme background. no promos or anything, yo. * you must be okay with giving me your log in information. you can change it and then change it back, i don’t care – i don’t want to h*ck your bl*g or anything. i’ll only need this information to code the theme. * alternatively, if you’re okay with coding the theme yourself and just want the background, i’m happy to do just that !

RULES.

* must be following me - don’t follow & unfollow straight after, bc that’s rude lol. * rp blogs only. * only one reblog counts; likes do not. basically: one note per person. * i’ll only be doing three winners.

ENDS NOVEMBER 2ND. THEME EXAMPLES ARE UNDER THE CUT.

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[funnyxbones-blog]

me disappearing for a few days at a time is something you may just have to put up wth because i’m terrible at being active when it comes to rp blogs lmao.... sorry

[funnyxbones-blog]

@pilotisims asked:

"Sans what's wrong man, you looked like you were having a nightmare... Are you alright?" James reaches out and places a hand on his shoulder, a concerned expression on his face.

it takes him a few seconds to even register that james is there. the lights are gone from his eyes, leaving only black holes that still somehow manage to get cross the find of absolute terror he’d just witnessed. there are beads of sweat dripping down his skull, and his breathing is ragged & heavy. the only thing he can think of is papyrus’s face: a smile, frozen in horror. dead. he hates sleeping. he can’t close his eyes without having a flashback to another run, and it’s always no mercy. every time. he’s had dreams of all his friends dying at the hands of frisk a hundred times over and he still isn’t used to it -- he doesn’t think he ever will be. the papyrus ones are the worst. he doesn’t think he’ll be able to make it through another run where papyrus is killed. he’s been lucky, so far, but it’s only a matter of time before things reset, and ----

❝ yeah, i’m fine. just a nightmares, right? i can’t even remember it, haha. ❞

he manages a shaky smile, shaking off the hand as he does so. it’s obvious that he’s anything but fine, but he manages to slow his breathing down enough that he can at least convince himself that he’s okay. the lights slowly return to his eyes and he eventually turns to look at the other, blinking back the tears threatening to spill out of his eye sockets. he opens his mouth to speak again, but his voice threatens to crack so he closes it again. he doesn’t want james here. i doesn’t want anybody here. he just -- needs to be alone. he’s doing his best to keep a smile on his face but it’s too exhausting. god.

[funnyxbones-blog]

* you tried to use your own art for this giveaway, but it just ended up looking like shit.

what’s that ?? a giveaway ?? THAT’S RIGHT, FOLKS ! in celebration of over 300 followers, i, your ol’ pal sans, will be doing a theme giveaway ! i haven’t been here long enough to have a follow forever, so you get the next best thing: me, making a theme for you.

NOTES.

* i will not code pop-up pages for you. * the only graphic i’ll back is the theme background. no promos or anything, yo. * you must be okay with giving me your log in information. you can change it and then change it back, i don’t care – i don’t want to h*ck your bl*g or anything. i’ll only need this information to code the theme. * alternatively, if you’re okay with coding the theme yourself and just want the background, i’m happy to do just that !

RULES.

* must be following me - don’t follow & unfollow straight after, bc that’s rude lol. * rp blogs only. * only one reblog counts; likes do not. basically: one note per person. * i’ll only be doing three winners.

ENDS NOVEMBER 2ND. THEME EXAMPLES ARE UNDER THE CUT.

Keep reading