* stirb jung.

* might as well get the best out of it. [indie rp blog for Echotale gaster!sans. read rules and guidelines before following.] mobile links

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* don’t recommend timeline hopping. it tends to get messy.

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iragin:

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* have i just been memed on? square up, ain’t gonna leave that unpunished.

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@iragin  #en garde fuckboy.

* i’m up for a spar, if that’s what you mean.

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meowderous:

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…no nerves just bones

* i’m not your standard skeleton, haha.

* it’s more complicated than that.

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@meowderous  #why do you n33d a sweater if you don’t have skin?

* surprisingly enough, skeletons can still sense changes in climate.

* plus, it’s comfortable.

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@8itingmachine: #Skelewar.

* dunno what you mean. is it a meme?

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* this seems to be a way to introduce themselves on this website.

* don’t mind the broken stuff. there’s lots more i didn’t got in the picture.

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3. A canon character the mun has always wanted to RP as

3. A canon character the mun has always wanted to RP as

honestly?? at first, i really wanted to rp as undyne, as in i love her a fuckton and i admire her character a lot.

then it slowly shifted into GASTER. my very sad bby i even made a blog for them but i quit a ton of time ago. im in love with how much potential gaster has seriously??? nothing is defined about him and mine was like... this really sad kind skeledad. but he can be evil, wicked, brilliant and witty and much much more if given the chance. i love side chars bc what you can do??? D E V E L O P E

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1. A pet peeve you have as a mun

oh man, i'm just. i'm probably gonna be shat on by many, but one of my biggest peeves is when a mun overtalks about their muse so much it drains my energy to even speak to them.

with this, i don't mean when a person gets excited about a plot or their muse in general and starts making entire paras of explanations, headcanons and the like. i LOVE when people do that and i will pose lots of questions because it's so nice to see people jumping all around about their muses.

what i mean is that it really irks me when every single thing i say is taken as an opportunity to go on a monologue about the others muse. if i say something about g that i would really want to develope/talk about the other person takes it as an occasion to shut me down with a 'that's nice! my muse also does this this and this', it really kills my enthusiasm, making me realize that the other person doesn't really care about my muse or my ideas and just wants to talk about theirs ALL THE TIME. it becomes a monologue. which would be good if they were in a chatroom of whatever platform, alone, speaking to themselves.

sometimes, i would also like to talk about g or my other muses too -- but this kind of behavior really puts me down. if it isnt done on purpose or for poor attention span i might pass over that a couple of times, but it's really diseheartening to have idea after idea after headcanons being shut down and talked over everytime. i get that one of my hcs might have sparked out some creativity, but idk why people would talk over possible development like this.

this has happened to me a couple of times on my oc and once on g. i planned to plot a lot of stuff with him but this issue is mainly what has been keeping me (along with lazyness, ofc) away from this blog. i'm sorry, but when im speaking to someone i require a mutual talk of muses, expecially if we're plotting, and i'm going to think that this is self-entilement until the situation gets aknowledged and taken care of or when the issue is solved. i won't hold a grudge if it's accidental or unconscious, but i would like to develope my muse too and i suggest to detache yourself from your muse if you do this a lot.

i will also limit contact in any way possible and refuse to engage in this until i can get a chance to speak up about my muse too. this behavior is literally insufferable for me as in i need to develope G and kinda cutting my sentences off with not even a bit of fake interest and a simple 'that's nice!' just makes me really go :\

if you wanna do this, just tell me 'hey i wanna talk about my muse ALL THE TIME thank you so let me talk' so i know when to cut contacts.

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Hollywood 8etter hold onto their hats ;;;;D

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#I dig your style.

* thanks. the clothes look awfully tight, but they’re really comfortable.

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#Mog#a living skeleton#now i've s33n efurrything

* hey, what do you know. it’s close to halloween, too.

* how does it work if someone is already a costume? haha.

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* this seems to be a way to introduce themselves on this website.

* don’t mind the broken stuff. there’s lots more i didn’t got in the picture.

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  If anything, he was expecting it.

  A mass of murk towering over his turned back, which he refused to stop showing -- for spite, mostly.

You're wasting time, and you're well aware of it.

  He possibly was. Eyesockets lowered to study the scraps he was holding, numb surprise showing as he found his digits curled tight around them. The metal felt too cold against his palms to even describe it.

Your very existence is ticking, but you don't seem to care. Why is that?

  The entity was met with silence. If he was thoughtful enough to turn, he would have seen it. White, oblong face traveled with cracks. An unknown, dark yet darker matter seeping out of them, the deformity of his grotesque grin looking vaguely reassuring.

  Vaguely. And not to him.

Or, perhaps, you're waiting... for them to come back?

  Of course he froze. That was a low blow, you asshole, he would have loved to spit out. Instead, he unconsciously breathed out, chest swelling under his sweater. And of course they noticed.

You are still stuck on a pleasant, unnecessary memory. And it's making you distracted... Sans.

  ''Name's G, as I told you last time. If ya aren't listenin', then it ain't my problem to give the courtesy back.''

  If they could have chuckled, it would have been petulant and bone-chillingly sarcastic.

If you want to convince yourself that you're in desperate need for company, so be it. You're as delusional as I left you.

  Oh, how he would have loved for them to have a physical shape... just for the sake of knocking off part of their jaw with a single strike. But they weren't, and he was past that kind of violence -- he would only have proven them wrong with that kind of reaction.

  He couldn't stand the disdain - the disappointment in their voice. Blunt teeth gritted together, before he was able to spin around, jaw opening to snarl a reply to them...

  And there was nothing behind him.

  Not in the corner of the room, not near him. Not around, not in the house. Gone, in a millisecond.

  If he knew them well enough, he could have swore that they wanted to think of himself crazy.

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  Time got fractioned into perfectly calculated sections of 15 minutes each.

  Work, more work, piles of thick-written papers stacked on multiple desks. The boiling sound of chimical substance, the little clink bones produce when they're lifted. A tired eyesocket glowing faintly as he inspects it, settles it down none the gentler to spite the failure.

  Rhytmic tip-tapping of bone digits clicking on the keyboard it's the only sound that can be heard.

  Smoke break after smoke break, until the room all but smelled of a cheap brand, and he was forced to crack the window open. The smoke flew out too fast, distracted him, and a becker's content overflew.

  Much more than 15 minutes.

  Time became endless clacking of combat boots on the tiles, back and forth, back and forth.

  Time became a sharpie gotten from the trashpile that whristled its way on the plastic board for calculations.

  Time became his bones rubbing on paper pieces whenever he ripped off a wrong formula, fire incinerating the rests to feed the layer of ashes on the pavement.

  In his head, a vaguely annoyed voice telling him that time was running out. Out of his window, the beautiful, colorful physical reminder of it.

[thezombiedogz]

Trying to get back into the art groove with my normal tablet again. Here’s some kind of funky slimy space Gaster… idk but enjoy!