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{idk if anyone still follows here and is active, but much like most of my blogs, i've moved Kicks onto a mostly IC style blog over at @back-b0ne ! i do also do f2f there when requested or when i feel like it. feel free to follow if that's your cup of tea, but that's where this skeleton will be uwu }

#ooc;; 𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕠𝕗𝕗.#{i did this with like all of my blogs so if you know me from elsewhere theres a good chance my muse is alive and well somewhere still}

punderhanded

{like for a lil’ starter, maybe?}

#{👀}

*[Sometimes, it’s nice to just sit in front of a window; watch normal people pass at their leisure, faces alight with a smile or a laugh. He could even get a kick out of the the ones who looked grumpy, piecing together a “tragic” story with just the right amount of comedy layered in. The glass is cool to the touch, a crystal barrier between him and the rest of the world, but its intended transparency is soothing here. Sans doesn’t know these faces, these names, these lives.]

*[He’s never been a fan of rooms without windows; rooms with locked doors.]

*[Yet sometimes, sitting in front of the window is a fool’s pastime. Better to leave the curtains closed and mind your own damn business, in the end. The people who pass kick up snow in their wake, eyes forward and purposeful. They don’t smile, and their laughs don’t light anything but fires. The stories he dredges up for them in those times are not as entertaining, anymore; they feel like horror stories. War stories. They look like soldiers, all of them. Marching past, marching onward, marching the hell away from him if the brawler’s lucky. Those who bother to look glare right at him, and dare him to keep watching. He can see them mouth his name like a curse, and the glass has never felt this thin and thick at the same time.]

*[The skeleton keeps staring, feigning smug, but the curtain slides shut all the same. Fuck it. He was done daydreaming, anyway. And for once, he just doesn’t feel like FIGHTING.]

#ic;; 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕚𝕟' 𝕓𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤.#drabble;; 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕚𝕟' 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥.#{just have this bc i miss my son}

{like for a lil’ starter, maybe?}

#starter call;; 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕛𝕠𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕦𝕟.#{i wanna bring this boy back to life pls}

punderhanded

kicks: shit boy do i love literally living in The Pit

onehpwonder-a

STARTER. // [ this is right ] ;; @punderhanded

“ * kicks ” impact’s voice is gentle; this is a precious moment he doesn’t DARE want to bre ak his body laid against the other, the t.v. of his living room a low murmur to the easy pulsing of MAGIC between them, having slowly found a gorgeous sync with one another.

“ kicks, ” he tries again, skull tilting to look to the other, the room dim. there’s a blanket spread across them both, & shyly, does he press a nuzzle of teeth to the other’s cheekbone. all in an attempt to capture the other’s attention, no matter the now smattering of pastel navy along his skull. “ you’re sittin’ on the remote. mind handing it over? ”

punderhanded

*[An indescribable comfort, to be nestled ‘neath the blanket with someone so dear to him; a body on constant alert, always spring-loaded and pulled taught, for once rests easy as Sans’ scarred bones weigh on couch cushions. It’s no surprise that his worries melt away like butter in a hot pan-- he dozes off now and then, and is prone to a fuzzy look in the eyes.]

*[Never realize how tired you are until you’re SAFE.]

*[...That cherished voice, and then the gentlest touch of teeth to a cheekbone that colors red like rubies. The shorty hadn’t fully realized he was starting to nod off, but that certainly flushes the sleep from his system entirely. SOUL skips a beat, never able to keep a steady and predictable tempo around Impact-- that suits him fine, really, as he could dance to any rhythm.]

* “ -- am i? heh...whoops. didn’t even notice. “

*[Fishing it out from under him, Sans hands it over without complaint. Golden gaze lingers, dazzled by even the slightest affection and too sleepy to feel self-conscious of his loving looks.]

#ic;; 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕚𝕟' 𝕓𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤.#sans;; 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕖.#❤️;; 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕗.#onehpwonder #{hhhgays i love them}#{I MISSED THESE BOIS}

beautiihurts:

❛ it means GENIUS if I asked if you were hot in that jacket. We are in hotland. I was ssssiiiimply offering to take it for you. But you and your hot headed self got too angry to even think about that. Didn’t you. ❜

The large robot scoffed glancing down at him, after putting up the little pity party. ❛ Don’t flatter yourself skeleton. I honestly couldn’t care if you died down here in this heat. ❜

*[An immediate, cherry red heat colors the shorty’s cheekbones; indeed, he had jumped to conclusions and gotten riled up over something that didn’t call for such a harsh reaction. Still, the tone the idol takes with him only serves to piss the sentry off more-- voice growls from within, and irritation is the bright, golden FIRE that lights his gaze.]

* “ ...an’ ya think i care whether ya’d shed a tear or not? heh, who’s flatterin’ themselves now? “

*[Glaring up at the taller, it seems Sans isn’t about to admit he may have overreacted. Especially not when it’s being shoved in his face like this.]

* “ -- i don’t want ya fuckin’ touchin’ my jacket, anyway. “

#ic;; 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕚𝕟' 𝕓𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤.#beautiihurts #{he.....feisty.}

@scythism liked for a starter.

*[For most, looking Death in the eyes would be, at the very least, a profound moment. But for Sans, that face has no name attached; for every brush he’s had with his own fatality, as intimately as he knows the concept of it, never has the skeleton met the SOUL before him (or any others similar.) Another drag from the cigarette balanced between two phalanges, as if he can’t be bothered to address the undeniably ominous character in his presence.]

*[The piercing, golden brightness of those pupils betrays the scrapper, however; he never takes them off of this uninvited guest.]

* “ -- the fuck are ya lookin’ at? “

#ic;; 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕚𝕟' 𝕓𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤.#scythism #{aAAAA i hope this works for u??? ; u;}

@fadedribbcn liked for a starter.

* “ ...ya know, i really don’t suggest that ya just roam ‘round in the open. “

*[As he speaks, voice low and accentuated by slow steps-- deep tracks trail after that start from no destination, left by a creature born from thin air-- Sans approaches the child from behind; offering up a steady grin and a deceptively EVEN expression, the sentry stares this human down with hands nestled snugly in jacket pockets.]

*[Something lingers on the breeze, smelling faintly of sulfur; perhaps that’s simply the icy, stinging wind that BURNS for just a moment...but who’s to say for certain?]

* “ -- don’t think i need to tell ya that folks here aren’t real friendly. “

#ic;; 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕚𝕟' 𝕓𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤.#fadedribbon #{sorry for the wait!}

@sirenci liked for a starter.

* “ wh-- fuck! “

* “ d-don’t sneak up on me like that! “

*[Sockets wide, cheeks flush, and teeth bared in a humorless and razor sharp grin-- it isn’t often that Sans is caught off-guard like this, and for good reason. The shorty had come here to practice his dance moves in solitude, after all, and lost in the rhythm...]

*[...WAIT. Frenzied phalanges hurriedly swipe for the beaten and battered boombox at his feet, switching off the tunes that still carry on.]

* “ ... how much did ya see...?! “

#ic;; 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕚𝕟' 𝕓𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤.#sirenci

@irraeth liked for a starter.

* “ ...look, brat. “

* “ -- i dunno why y’here, an’ i don’t care. “

*[As Sans spits the words, carried beneath his breath like a curse, rough voice is one part venom and two parts DESOLATION. Skeletal sentry keeps his back turned to the human, and fists clench achingly at his sides.]

* “ ...i can’t help ya. “

*[GO AWAY.]

*[PLEASE.]

#ic;; 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕚𝕟' 𝕓𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤.#irraeth #{whoop s....}

punderhanded

LIKE/REBLOG for a short lil’ starter?

#{ i have classes now but i'll get to the rest of these when i get home so}#{feel free to keep liking it in the meantime haha}

ccnverging

The "You said I couldn't so I went ahead and did it" Squad

#musings;; 𝕒 𝕡𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕪

@beautiihurts liked for a starter.

* “ ...’scuse me? “

*[Looking rather angry, or perhaps more accurately insulted, it seems the very fur lining the hood of the skeleton’s jacket starts to stand on end. Puffing his chest out a bit, squaring his shoulders and straightening his spine...Sans is following in the footsteps of an animal trying to make itself look BIGGER.]

* “ -- an’ just what the fuck is that supposed ta mean? “

#ic;; 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕚𝕟' 𝕓𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤.#beautiihurts #{there he goes oh boy}#{sORRY HES GRUMPY ALWAYS}

@boncdaddy liked for a starter.

* “ heh...hey there, pal. “

*[Of course, despite the greeting itself, the tone it is spoken in is gruff and unwelcoming; each word is punctuated with a sharp annoyance, just barely contained within the syllables and sounded past a TIGHT grin. The sentry has never really been one for niceties, especially when alternates come waltzing into his timeline unannounced.]

*[...Because Sans always ends up feeling obligated to PROTECT their asses when shit inevitably goes south.]

* “ -- don’t suppose i could talk ya inta turnin’ the fuck around an’ goin’ back ta wherever it is ya came from? “

#ic;; 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕚𝕟' 𝕓𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤.#boncdaddy #{hello!!!!}

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#starter call;; 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕛𝕠𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕦𝕟.#{i have hella muse for kicks rn so DO IT UP}

starstucl-deactivated20180720

HEY Y’ALL, it’s ella, once again, with a new and IMPROVED blog for her smol, pure starchild, AZURE ! so please like/reblog this post if you’d like to roleplay with a indie, private, selective & au outertale sans !

#promo;; 𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕠𝕣 𝕕𝕚𝕖.#{AZURE IS GOOD AND I LOVE}#{AAAAA}

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