master gaster blaster

oh my name? i'm sans, sans the skeleton.

[noboneaboutit-blog]

[2:35:56 PM] ★ Sans ★: im such an idiot im so sorry

[2:36:20 PM] Deer Goddess: you are no idiot

[2:36:28 PM] Deer Goddess: you are a skelefucker

[2:36:56 PM] ★ Sans ★: SHIT

[2:37:26 PM] Deer Goddess: 'How did you become deaf?'

'...skelefucker'

[2:37:45 PM] ★ Sans ★: LMAO

[2:37:55 PM] ★ Sans ★: Death by glamour? no

[2:38:01 PM] ★ Sans ★: Death by skelefucker

[akibouken]

“Mettaton, … remember how i called you a prestigious prick? … i lied. i like you a mettaton.” and there’s a small bit of laughter between them - the robot’s voice glitches a bit and Sans chokes on the realization that again again he’s saying good bye.

from Black’s (idk if they have a tumblr, eep) amazing mettasans fic ;; though it’s the end of the world (which you should totally read if you haven’t yet~!!)

(scarf ref // neo ref // music insp)

[notllorstel]

[0076yuri]

[xamag-undertale]

mettasans for @obstructedsanity

king!Mettaton design by @mettamania

[lannasroleplaymemes]

Bad Idea Sentence Starters

“This is not a good idea.” “This will not end well.” “Whelp. That was not unexpected.” “I can’t believe you did this.” “What were you thinking?” “Oh my god, you went through with it?!” “You did it. You actually did it.” “Well, this is going on Instagram/Tumblr/Facebook/etc.” “Don’t you dare say you ‘did it for the Vine’!” “Wow. So. Uh. You’re an idiot.” “Please explain your train of thought.” “What exactly were you trying to do?” “Looks like I owe you ten dollars.” “Wowwwww. That is literally all I can say.” “You need to stop coming up with bright ideas.” “You’re never going to live this down!” “Have you even seen what you look like?!” “You need to go to the hospital!” “You are an embarrassment.” “I can’t be seen with you in public anymore.” “Please go. Just…go.”

[noboneaboutit-blog]

I’m a dumb boy I’m just gonna leave these here

[bonachica]

sans & sans

[lovey-tender-lovely]

We will meet again.

[melatolyn]

heres something i cooked up a day ago sorry for not many updates!

[teenagehipst3r]

[noboneaboutit-blog]

sans watches him rise and wants to tell him no get back down im bone tired and want to rest but he can’t even bring himself to make the pun and that how sans knows the heaviness is a little too heavy tonight. “i’ve been.” he simply answers and dodges detail, taking his brother’s hand and coming closer. closer. he’s shaken. exhausted. fatigued. he wraps his arms around papyrus and his eye is back to black and the blue is a whisper, gone, a shadow of it’s former ghost as it fades.

“oh shoot pap,” he bites out hoarsely, “im so sorry. i wasn’t here to read to you.” he panics, slapping his bony fingers against his skull in a form of mock punishment, “no wonder you’re still awake.” the guilt hits him like a train. he was supposed to be spit-shined and put together and he kept finding hairline cracks in his forearms and - “let…me do that now and we’ll both lay down together, sound good?” he plays it cool, hoping papyrus won’t question.

[famousboneguard-deactivated2016]

“Brother…” Papyrus stops him before he could do much, keeping him close, “Have you been at Grillby’s?” He asks hesitantly. It wouldn’t bother him too much in all honestly. The flame monster would take good care of Sans, he knows the, and at least then he can rest easier knowing he was safe. But he can’t find any ketchup on him so the flutter in his chest hurts too much.

Not waiting for an answer, he picks his brother up with ease and returns to the bed. He wants to talk. He desperately wants to know what’s bothering him so much that it’s turned into this. A part of him is saddened that Sans doesn’t trust him enough to tell him. Surely the other skeleton would be sad if Papyrus hid things from him so why should it be okay for him? “Please Sans, you can talk to me.”

[noboneaboutit-blog]

“y-yeah,” his voice trembles and he wishes it didn’t. it regrets the word as soon as it comes out but he keeps on pushing forward and he’s so annoyed at himself for being this weak, this - his bones are rattling as this point. Grillby had let him have far too much ketchup far too much of everything he just kept going but tonight had been a bad night - he had arrived with heavier sockets and left with them empty and tired and....

there he goes again. you can talk to me why did that hurt so bad??? why could he feel that in his nonexistent stomach? the look in Pap’s sockets hurts so fucking bad and he’s standing empty and numb, hands shaking and there’s some

guttural noise that leaves him. between a growl and a groan and he’s rubbing his face, a wheeze leaving him. he’s panicking. panicking. trembling and he feels so small, he’s falling apart - “everything feels so useless Pap....”

it’s a start.

[naw0000000]

“WHY ARE YOU CRYING?”

where gaster crosses the void only to hardly recognize his carefree assistant through all the depression and self loathing

[chocolateb0nes]

[bwmessages]

[simjsoo85]

sans at grillby’s

:(

[magnadame-deactivated20160623]

i’m understanding, misunderstanding