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Another busy day, another busy schedule and stars above Mettaton was more than relieved to get home, get into a comfortable pair of loose sweatpants and a shirt, tie his hair up, and slump into a plush couch; his feet devoid of his usual heels entirely in favor of socks. Not that he disliked his job, but some days were far more hectic than your standard, simple show and recording. It was days like this one, where he had to be a boss that took their toll.
But with him contently home, a starfait and glamburger just being finished off, of course, he knew better than to count his blessings at the noise that came from his kitchen. Even though the meetings he’d had with others, the times he’d come to meet many through many of these.. what were they called? Realms? He still knew there to be only one being that simply came and went as it pleased; no restrictions.
A Sans.
It’s what had the robot, sitting up, if only to crane his gaze towards the penthouse’s kitchen, “...Are you alright, Darling?”
me @ me: just talk to them u guys are mutuals
also me @ me: BUT AM I MUTUAL ENOUGH????
Questions for the Mun
☯ Is there a muse you've always wanted to play?
♣ Is there an author(s) that you look up to with your writing skills?
♧ Is there an RP partner(s) that you credit for becoming a better writer?
♥ What's your favorite ship with your muse?
♡ Would you ever write a poly ship?
♦ What's an AU that you've always wanted?
♢ What's an AU that you think just won't work with your muse?
♔ What's your opinion on teacher/student verses? Do you have any of these as threads?
♕ Do you like magic!anons? Why or why not?
⚜ What is the best time to write for you? Why?
★ What type of historical AU would you like to do one day?
☆ What type of fantasy AU would you like to do one day?
☄ Do you think your muse would have liked going to high school sports games? Do you or did you go to high school sports games?
☾ Do you like writing smut? Why or why not?
☽ Do you like writing angst? Why or why not?
☼ What's an FC that you're dying to use? Why?
☀ What's an FC that you desperately want to play with? Why?
☁ What's an FC that you refuse to play with? Why?
☂ How does your muse spend a rainy day? How do you spend a rainy day?
☃ If your muse was cartoonized, what would their FC be? Why?
☺ What's a character that you desperately want your muse to play with? Why?
☹ What's a character that you refuse to play with? Why?
☢ Are there any ships that you would like to write for one day? Any that you wouldn't?
☣ What's one thing that will make you drop a thread?
♨ What's a muse that you wished had lasted, but didn't?
❀ Do you like reblog karma? Why or why not?
✿ Do you have a mun FC? If so why did you choose that as your FC, and if not who would you choose?
♪♩♫ Does music inspire your muse? What's one song on your playlist that reminds you of your muse?
✂ Do you like to format your posts? Why or why not?
✆ Other than RPing, what's a hobby of yours?
✉ Do you RP on any other platforms?
❤ Have you or are you currently in love?
❥ Has something ever happened for you to hate a ship? Why?
ツ Who has been your favorite muse to play so far? Why?
回 Which muse was the worst to play? Why?
✘ People come in a group. If I were to look on your blog, who would I see you interacting with the most?
ღ Do you have a personal blog? Do you share it with your followers or do you keep it private?
▼ Do you keep your character in character even if they are one of the worst people in the world?
▽ Why did you create this muse?
"It really does look good."
“You’re more than welcome to go order one down at the restaurant, dear.”
"That's the one. What is it made out of?"
“It’s listed as made of stars, but it’s more of a fruity mix with creme and other edible things. Flashy, I know, but that’s the general theme of most of this stuff, dear.”
"I think it was more of a dessert in a drink glass."
“You mean the starfait’s, Darling? I was actually considering shuffling around a few of the ingredients for a more summery approach, but that’s still debatable yet.”
"You also made that drink. What was it called?"
“Drink? I’m afraid I don’t follow, dear... I don’t believe I’ve made a drink... have I? Hmm... I know we set up several extensive lines in food and products... but... hm...”
Send my muse anons about their relationships.
"You're one beautiful robot."
“Oh my~ Thank you, Darling~! You flatter me. It certainly took some time to get everything settled, but it was very much worth the wait.”
How marvelous, Darling~
[Ask] x [Rules]
Art Credit : Mechanized
Let’s play “yes” or “no.” You ask me questions on anonymous or not, and I can only answer YES or NO.
Would you kiss Papyrus?
“I don’t see why not... though of course only if the dear wanted it. I’ve no real problem if people ask for kisses, hugs, autographs or whatever they wish. So long as it’s asked for and not just taken.”
♡
Send me a ♥ to find out something that makes my muse happy. Send a ♡ to find out something that makes them sad
“Getting tears in new clothes. Honestly... it seems to happen the most with stockings or knee high socks, sometimes sweaters. I’m not sure what person designed it to be like that and for the fabric to be so easy to part but it’s certainly upsetting if it happens the same day I get the clothing. I suppose that’s the trouble with it... but at least it usually can be fixed. Just horrid luck, Darling.”
Send me a ♥ to find out something that makes my muse happy. Send a ♡ to find out something that makes them sad
The noise was difficult to miss, it sincerely was. Not that Mettaton kept tabs on certain affairs that happened to go down, one of the few things he did pay more attention to was the sounds that came from within his closet of all places. Of course, the space was luxurious as the rest of the top floor suit that he called home, but the robot hated to admit that others 'stopping by' in his closet was a normal thing. "I hope you didn't break anything in there, Darling." He called from his desk.
Where was he now? A closet?? Talk malnourished luxury. Reaper hadn’t meant to jump timelines this time around, and yet here he was. Backing up a bit, he yelped when clothes ended up obscuring his vision. What in the fuck? Okay, so someone was talking.“If I break anything, it’ll probably be myself. It’s like a death trap in here!” Whined the death god, shaking the clothes out of his face. A door. Quickly, he opened it and was more than happy to escape the unnecessarily large closet.
The room was more ridiculous than the closet. Reaper rapidly looked around, eye lights flickering analytically over every detail, before settling on the robot in front of him. Oh, now who was this, and seriously, where was he? He watched Mettaton cautiously, before inching closer in order to get a better look at everything. He was sure Sansdy’s room would look something like this.
“The riverperson?” His question came out slowly with obvious confusion. Who was that? Did he mean the guide of souls he’d reaped?? Also, how did this robot know his name? “If ya don’t mind me asking… Who’re you?” Either Sans was playing dumb or he legitimately didn’t know.
“Oh my... this isn’t the grand conclusion I was expecting...” He muses, setting down his pen and sitting up straighter. Dressed down as he might be at the moment, that visible optic glances over the small skeleton, taking in the words. “You’re not from here... are you, dear?” There’s a sigh, not upset nor riled, but simply there, as if half concerned.
“...I’m Mettaton, star to the Underground and... well, past the Royal Family, the most famous and well known monster here. And yes, the Riverperson. They assist in escorting monsters around through the river network. It’s far more efficient for those of us who lack the prestigious skill of teleportation.”
The noise was difficult to miss, it sincerely was. Not that Mettaton kept tabs on certain affairs that happened to go down, one of the few things he did pay more attention to was the sounds that came from within his closet of all places. Of course, the space was luxurious as the rest of the top floor suit that he called home, but the robot hated to admit that others 'stopping by' in his closet was a normal thing. "I hope you didn't break anything in there, Darling." He called from his desk.
Where was he now? A closet?? Talk malnourished luxury. Reaper hadn’t meant to jump timelines this time around, and yet here he was. Backing up a bit, he yelped when clothes ended up obscuring his vision. What in the fuck? Okay, so someone was talking.“If I break anything, it’ll probably be myself. It’s like a death trap in here!” Whined the death god, shaking the clothes out of his face. A door. Quickly, he opened it and was more than happy to escape the unnecessarily large closet.
There’s a laugh, bright and amused at the returned words, though Mettaton doesn’t move nor glance up from his work. It’s what the god would see on exiting the closet, an expansive bedroom, a massive bed set to one side and a desk at the other; said star sat at it and scrawling away with a pen. There’s a laptop open, and while the desk is a rich, dark wood, everything else in the entirety of the space seems to be decorated in black and pink respectively.
“Perhaps you should reconsider wrestling with... oh, I know I can think of one...” A tap of that pen, but another light laugh. “Reconsider wrestling with feather boa-constrictors before tumbling into my closet, dear.” Another laugh, but pink optics do finally raise, catching a glance of-
“Sans, Darling, by the stars, what are you wearing? You look like the Riverperson, dear.”