❝ JUDGEMENT ! JUDGEMENT ! You cry judgement, but every man knows. only GODS can cast judgement. ❞
❝ Then I suppose, I am a g o d. ❞
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❝ JUDGEMENT ! JUDGEMENT ! You cry judgement, but every man knows. only GODS can cast judgement. ❞
❝ Then I suppose, I am a g o d. ❞
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"Do you hate humans?"
The Beast Provides Wisdom
He stares down at the small child, there is a glimmer of emotion in his eyes. What is it ? Acrimony, fear, anger, hurt, betrayal, outrage. They swirl &. intertwine in a twisted dance, becoming a hideous amalgamation of feeling. It pulses &. throbs to the tune of his SOUL, shaking his ribcage with each even breath. Nice &. even, nice &. steady, he forces it to remain that way.
————— ❝ Do I hate humans? ❞
The s in humans is drawn out, ending in a low hissing sound. Though, it sounds more like a growl, coming from him. Sharp claws, sharp like knives screwed into the bone, curl in the snow. Ripping through thick layers of compacted ice &. frozen ground. The color of brown earth that hasn’t seen the artificial cave light in MILLENNIA.
Does he HATE humans ?
Seraph’s answer should be obvious. The years upon years of suffering they caused for his people- for monsterkind as a whole. The war that they waged, the chaos they sowed, the life that was pillaged from every soul they could wrap their filthy hands on.
The answer was yes, a thousand times yes. For the mourning of families, of friends lost in a fruitless effort. For the countless cries of children he heard, alone &. afraid. For the ASHES that covered the battlefield, as plentiful as the stars in the sky. For the tears that were not shed for the forgotten, for the lost. Yes. Yes.
He despised them.
Yet... he looks down at the fallen human standing by his feet. The soft smile resting on her face, the gentle rise &. fall of her chest, the flyaway hairs, the rosy cheeks, the hum of life. A pure life, a life well lived, one not ravaged by the sins of times passed... Who was he to place upon her a burden that was his to bear, &. his alone ?
————— ❝ ... No. I do not hate them. I believe the word you are looking for is tolerate. ❞
I WILL NOT ADMIT DEFEAT TO SOMEONE LIKE YOU
I want to draw GasterSans or Gaster at first but when I start to heard a mix song and draw ……WHY I DRAW THIS?!;w;WHY?!!WHERE’S MY FIRST IDEA?!
Why my emotions always controlled by songs 6w6?
Anonymous said: Hey, I know that your a huge Sans fan. So I was wondering if you ever hear of a song called “Nobody knows me” by The Weepies. For some reason it keeps reminding me of Sans.
I’ve been listening to this song on repeat and thank you, Anon, for introducing me to it. Now I can’t stop thinking of Sans when I listen to it;v ;
I wonder what he’s holding in his hand…? (audible wink and tears)
This suits him nicely :D
I can’t remember who started the conversation during an art steam about motorcycles and cars. But I hope you are happy. I can not seem to stop making these now!!
An Undertale racing game would be so amazing. *_*
It’s killing you. People keep getting hurt and you just can’t stop it.
“My first living creation! I named him Sans.”
My muse is suffering from war flashbacks. Send me “You’re safe here.” for my muse’s reaction.
Your life means jack shit to me
♘ ( sans. ) ——
Chrys stared up at the blaster that was currently giving him a displeased look. What had he done this time? He wrung his hands together, his gaze flitting around his line of sight nervously.
Really, was this really about the wedding? He almost laughed a little. He nodded to the questioning skull, a small, humored smirk on his face. But he quickly replaced the expression with a cheery smile, showing his joy for the topic clearly on his face.
———— ❛ yeah! we’re both grooms, i’m uh… i’m really excited, i never thought i’d… get this far, ever… ❜
Of course Chrys had pondered resets factoring into the relationship. He didn’t really know what would happen if either him or Jazz got reset. He hoped that they would be able to find each other again if push came to shove. Chrys was always worried about the kid coming back and finishing what they had started. He was trying his best not to think about it and just enjoy what Jazz and him had now, though.
Seraph blew air out of his nostrils, rather hard at that, a bit like a sigh. Paws crossing in front of him, the skeleton rested his head atop bony claws, staring at Chrys with a certain gleam in his eye. Though, by the way he was positioned, he almost seemed saddened. But, of course, it would be extremely unwise to call him out on such.
————— ❝ i would have appreciated it if i had been informed a bit earlier. it would have given me more time to prepare a gift or otherwise let myself get used to the information. and i would have enjoyed helping with the festivities, after all. it’s not as though i am incapable of doing so- ❞
He stops himself mid-rant, realizing that he’s coming off as incredibly childish and rather pouty. He hadn’t meant for such a thing but, as protective as he was, it was inevitable.
————— ❝ ... what i meant was... congratulations. i hope that you do good by your new husband. and if there happen to be any complications... do not hesitate to let me know. ❞
♘ ( fallen human. ) ——
Footsteps echoed throughout these hallowed halls, each a marker of progress, however unwanted the progress was. Hell, they don’t want to be here, and they’re not supposed to be here. Not yet, anyways. It’s far too early, and Chara should still have control. But the code is unforgiving, relentless, and would not bow. They are a glitch in this timeline – one that needs to follow the new script, and it commands them to walk these terror-ridden halls, rife with false gold and broken dreams, only giving halt to them upon the inquiry of the blaster. Do they not look the part? No, what a silly thought. They would not look the part as long as they are in control. Not in this timeline, not in their own. Like every guide of the Seventh, they would not belong. They had their part to play, months, years, decades ago, timelines crossing, twisting, breaking off at points where it should have knotted and ended there, no more resets to be had, even new universes and alternatives created from each word, each movement, each thought…
( though, this is the definition of a timeline, is it not? )
❛ … Move. ❜
The code isn’t happy with their interference, and their eyes remain downcast, features cut up and bruised from cutting down the monsters that made an error in approaching them, smiling, thinking that they were someone else… a Frisk that once roamed here, but not in many a reset. They had moved on, taken the King’s life in that neutral ending, the one where Undyne was crowned that merciless queen, kicking Toriel out… they know this because the code had supplied the curious thoughts with knowledge, to sate them, shock them into submission. It had worked, and now the blaster is the only thing standing between them and the ending that would transport them back to their timeline. They could feel the patch in the code just up ahead, in the Throne room, but they couldn’t move. Not until this attack relents. They have a feeling it will not relent, even in the face of imminent danger.
❛ I do not wish to harm you. I simply seek to right what is wrong. ❜
They do not say what is wrong, but simply that they know what is wrong. Frisk knows that the blaster is more than aware that they are what’s wrong – an anomaly inside an anomaly, waiting to crumble this entire timeline. Turn everything to dust and then reset and leave. Or, when they leave, reset everything to its previous state. A damaged, broken state, dust clouding the minds of the innocent until their Frisk returned once more, and right everything that’s wrong, even if one would never forget.
The single word tears an enraged growl from the beast’s throat, a deep, feral rumble loud enough to cause the very ground to tremor slightly. A long tail thumps heavily on the ground, jagged bone digging into tile flooring, making cracks web across the smooth marble. Lifting it, flecks of rubble embedded between the discs of bone trickle to the floor, pittering against mangled stone. He hadn’t any patience for this kind of behavior.
————— ❝ such impudence. what makes you believe that you reserve the right to speak to me in such a way? ❞
Though there was fury lacing his voice like poison, it still held a ring of questioning. No being who knew what he was ( even those who did not were terrified of merely his size and the way he upheld himself ) dared to speak so boldly. Now this human child who was no taller than half the height of his ulna had the audacity, had the gall, to tell him to move. Under normal circumstances they would already be dead. There was no doubt about that. But somehow, this did not seem like any normal situation.
Ah, perhaps. Perhaps? Maybe he should check, just to be sure. He takes a long draw of breath, sniffing the air, testing it. He wanted to know, wanted to make sure. Making wild assumptions never got anybody anywhere.
He nearly c h o k e s.
That overpowering stench of DETERMINATION floods his senses. Ah, how right it seemed when such a powerful aroma emanated from a monster. Now here he was with a human who had more determination than he’d seen in the entirety of the monster race. It was disgusting. But somehow, somehow it was different. The human child he had met before, the one who was merciful smelled of determination. But at least it seemed CLEAN. Now? Now it reeked of dust… and something else. It was simply not the same.
————— ❝ what is wrong? child, do not speak to me of what is right and what is wrong. i believe that we are both well aware of what is wrong. ❞
❝ JUDGEMENT ! JUDGEMENT ! You cry judgement, but every man knows. only GODS can cast judgement. ❞
❝ Then I suppose, I am a g o d. ❞
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Character questions. Expand the headcanons, or personality of your character. Tagged By: I stole it again lmao
—— what is your character’s full name? his “true name” as he calls it, has been lost to time. he remembers it, yes, but he has no interest in answering anyone if they happen to ask about it. he simply goes by the nickname that his old human friend granted to him which was “seraph.” he finds it peculiar that they named him and much of his friends and family after angels even though they are far from angelic.
—— when were they born? again, such a fact is lost. even he has forgotten his own hatching day. he’s convinced that it was sometime during the fall, but he can’t confirm it. sometimes, people bring him gifts around that time if he’s told them such information.
—— what are their parent’s names? he doesn’t know. he finds it extremely depressing that he’s forgotten. his race usually kept records of every one of their members, but these were destroyed along with everything else that were considered heirlooms after the humans attacked. he hasn’t given them even pseudonyms, feeling like that would be disrespecting their memory.
—— do they have any brothers or sisters? he had a brother and a sister. his brother was a gruff and ill-mannered child from birth. disrespectful to elders and his peers, he was not popular amongst his community. he showed great joy in picking on his siblings as well as others that he deemed were inferior or weaker than he was. this mentality carried on with him even until adulthood, he was shunned by everyone until he ended up attacking a few blasters. at that point, he was forcefully dragged in front of a council of elders, deemed guilty, and executed. seraph still feels remorse that he was never close to his brother and could not prevent his fate, but he doesn’t think that he didn’t deserve it.
his sister made it a bit further in life, the same human that gave seraph the name seraph named her thrones. thrones was a rather gentle soul, much more agreeable and amiable than most of her kind. much of her kindness was mistaken for weakness, at which point that was the last mistake anyone ever made. her judgments were harsh, she was strict, her view of justice was absolute and unwavering and if you stepped a little bit out of line, she would absolutely obliterate you. her deceased brother attacked her once and she was missing a few ribs because of this. her untimely death came during the humans vs monsters war when a cliff broke apart underneath her while she was fighting a rather large group of soldiers.
—— what kind of eyes do they have? blasters have different eye colors, it all depends but most of them have white/off-white irises that looks like circles floating around in their eye sockets. the iris is surrounded by fire ( shades vary widely ) when they use their magic. seraph’s is blue.
—— what kind of hair do they have? literally a skeleton, he has no hair, not even a little bit.
—— what is their complexion like? he’s a skeleton.
—— what body type are they? a fucking skeleton.
—— what is listening to their voice like? if you’ve ever heard smaug’s voice from the hobbit, that’s it. just less echoey, less hissing, a bit higher pitched and a bit more purr to it, i guess. either way, his voice is deep af. here’s a clip of smaug’s voice.
—— do they have a favorite quote? he likes reading books on theology, while not religious, he finds it fascinating. he’s read the bible front and back because someone brought it to him from waterfall, his favorite quote from that is either “Jesus wept.” ( John 11:35 ) or “Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.” ( John 8:7 ).
—— what sort of music do they enjoy? he’s not a big fan of music, he likes it when it’s quiet because it gives him time to think. if he had to choose on a type of music to listen to, though, he would have to go with piano/classical music or anything that seems generally calming and quiet. he also really likes hearing people sing or hum, he finds it relaxing.
—— have they ever cheated on a partner? goodness no, his kind considers themselves the most moral creatures there are to exist. they wouldn’t dream of cheating on anyone. plus, when they find mates, they’re mates for life, that’s just how it is with them. basically soulmates.
—— have they ever lost someone close to them? where to begin? he lost his parents, his sister, his mate, his pups, the entirety of his race, a human that he was once the caretaker of/best friends with, gaster, etc. etc. etc. he lost most of what he loved and he’s really resentful about it.
—— what is their favorite sound? silence. he might settle for the sound of rain, too.
—— what is their opinion on euthanasia? he thinks that it’s an awful, awful thing to do if there is nothing wrong with the person/animal/monster being put down. he’s strongly against if. if the person/animal/monster is in pain and is going to die anyway, he considers it a necessary evil though not one he is fond of or will support openly ever.
—— are they judgmental of others? judgmental, not in the conventional sense, i guess? he doesn’t judge people based on appearance or ideals or speech, nothing like that. he judges them based on character, on their soul, their actions, their LOVE. he’s not the type of make half-assed decisions on how a person is.
—— have they ever been drunk? no, seraph would want a clear head at all times if possible. besides, it wasn't considered "okay" for his kind to drink anything that had alcohol in it, usually nobody did unless it was by accident.
—— what are they like when they stay up all night? usually staying up for just one day has little to no effect on seraph. if he drags this behavior on for hours, he usually becomes less aggressive and formal, and often uses slang that he would never use in front of anyone ever. he also seems more openly affectionate and show's more animal-like characteristics more frequently like wagging his tail or barking. he's just losing a grip on the polite facade he's built for himself.
—— have they ever been arrested? nope, and he never plans on getting arrested. that would be his worst nightmare. how would you get a being of his size into a cell anyhow?
—— what color evokes strong memories for them? green ( deceased mate ), blue ( sans ), orange ( papyrus ), whatever color gaster's magic is, yellow/turquoise/purple ( pups ), red ( frisk/chara ).
—— what to they do on rainy days? mostly he’ll sit by himself and read a book or think, rainy days provide some nice background noise for seraph to just sit and ponder about things. pre-war, he used to go out in the rain and watch his pups splash about in puddles and when he himself was a tiny thing, he would do the same. now he's too old and too tired to do anything.
—— what religion are they? he's an atheist. he was agnostic prior to the war but afterward, he developed the mentality "what cruel god would allow these events to transpire" and threw away the idea of a deity ( loving/merciful or not ) altogether.
—— what word do they overuse the most? technically a phrase but he says "sans, don't do that." quite often.
—— what do they wear to bed? nothing, he’s a skeleton. it’s not like he has anything to hide.
—— do they have any tattoos or piercings? nope, nowhere to put ‘em.
—— what type of clothing are they most comfortable in? sometimes people like to give him makeovers and put clothes on him that are way too small, mostly bows and little hats that barely fit on his horns. he'll tolerate it while it's happening but he's most comfortable not wearing anything, considering he's a skeleton, that's not a bad thing.
—— what is their most disliked saying? the saying he dislikes most "and they lived happily ever after" because he believes there is no such thing as a happy ending. the saying that he says that other people dislike the most would be something along the lines of "no man is innocent, not even one."
—— do they have any enemies? probably the entirety of the human race, honestly speaking. he's committed some awful things during times of war ( he doesn't feel bad about most of them ). otherwise, he doesn't think he has many enemies in the underground but who knows, that could change.
—— what does their writing look like? it looks like half-neat writing and then it starts to become messier with ink blots all over the paper. this is mainly because he has to hold the pen with either his mouth or his tail and most of the time it's way too small for both, he ends up breaking the utensil and gets ink everywhere ( he doesn't like to use pencils as those are even more fragile ).
—— what disgusts them? most humans, unnecessarily large amounts of vulgarity/profanity, uncooked vegetables, broccoli cooked or uncooked, het hates it.
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Sans: Okay, how about this?
Sans: [starts playing loud, edgy rock music]
Seraph: I don't understand your generation and its love for screaming and death.