The Reaper (AP)

Semi-selective Role play blog for King Sans, from the Storyshift AU. Please read the rules before interacting!

[artfullyenigmatic]

“The King of all monsters. 

He’s…um… I don’t really know? 

He’s never left the castle for ages since something happened.”

It’s like he never leaves because he’s waiting for someone to come back…and doesn’t want to miss them.

[hoodiesncookies-blog]

A Bad Time™, Pt. 1

// Part one of a (probably) three-part story, based on a conversation between myself and @will-stab-for-chocolate. Hope y’all enjoy. //

“-haven’t checked any of the reports I’ve brought you, you’ve failed to give your staff a call to clean up the huge mess you left in the castle’s kitchen making a single hotdog, and you didn’t even get up to go visit the school!” The firm, judgmental toned rant echoed loudly in the royal throne room unopposed, no response or counter-argument beyond a light shrug on the king’s part. 

His eye sockets lazily opened, looking up at the 6′8ft tall boss monster clad in full royal guard’s armor, arms crossed and staring daggers down at him. It was an… intimidating sight admittedly, but not one he hadn’t been woken up to before. Sorta came packaged with the whole king thing. “Aw c’mon now Toriel… throw me a bone here.” He punned with a wink, hoping to get her to laugh or crack a smile like she used to; sighing when he got nothing but more stern glaring. It was worth a shot.

“If it counts for anything, I did send the kiddos candy. with a letter telling them to stay in school and stuff.” The king muttered as he shifted in the throne, pulling himself into a sitting position and stretching a bit; bones audibly shifting after their potato of a skeleton not getting up for so long. “but if ya really want me to work right now, alright. I’ll just have to try and cut down on my legally required brea-…?”

He found himself stopping mid-sentence as he felt an armored hand grip tightly onto the back of his cloak… shortly before lifting him up off the throne in a manner akin to lifting a cat by the scruff of their neck. Before he could even question it, he was set down gently onto his feet. 

He’d been lowkey expecting a beating or in the very least a threat, probably involving fireballs, it’d hardly be the first time… but just, picked up and set down? That was a first. “Uh… I could’ve gotten up on my own, but thanks?” Sans uttered with a nervous chuckle, quickly stopping when he realized Toriel wasn’t even facing his direction anymore.

“You’re welcome.” She responded bluntly, bending down and grabbing the plastic stepping stool Sans uses to actually get in the throne… which in turn caused the small skeleton to instantly leap forwards and latch onto it. “hey hey hey! what are ya doing?” 

Beads of sweat formed on his skull as he held onto one side of the stool in a vain attempt to keep her from taking it; being easily lifted into the air along with it, before letting go and falling back onto the floor right on his tail bone. “I’m ensuring that you actually follow through on your word, and don’t just read three reports before going back to sleep. I’ll bring it back tomorrow.”

With the panic showing in the king’s normally chill expression, you’d think he was face to face with a megalomaniac; when in reality he was facing the threat of a boss monster walking away with the thing that let him sleep in his throne at night (or any other time of day). 

“B-but, I’ll definitely be finished before then! What am I supposed to do afterwards?” He called at her, still sitting on the floor like an upset child. Toriel did stop her walk towards the exit, but only in order to glance back in his direction and smirk.

“Well, I’ve heard that among some monsters it’s traditional to lay on the ground and feel like garbage. That sounds like it fits you well enough, does it not?” And with that, she makes her leave; leaving the king alone on the floor, turning to look up at his luxurious and comfy throne… so close, but so far.

…

He needs to get that stool back.

[reigning-somewhere-else]

Self-Knowledge Questionnaire 

NEEDINESS

Being affirmed and nurtured by others is a central requirement for you to feel safe. This means you can be slow to warm up to other people, which is difficult because what you most need from them is their warmth. Yet you know how to be vulnerable: to let down your defenses and accept that you need another person. This lack of pretense is a valuable trait, and ultimately more endearing than the macho efforts others make to deny their childlike sides.

REVERENCE

One part of you dreams of giving yourself up – perhaps just for a while – to a hero or mentor. In the right circumstances you can flourish by letting go of your ego. In your inner life, reverence plays out as a willing submission to your own conscience. In the outside world, you might get frustrated searching for something worth believing in – a country, a person, a company – but you will always be open to feeling respect, admiration and wonder.

DEFENSIVENESS

One tendency in you – which is of course normal to the human race – is to bristle when criticized, and to defend yourself when you feel under threat from aggression or blame. Defensiveness can make you conceal your less honorable motives, from others, and from yourself. The habits once made sense: they all derive from past efforts to protect yourself. And most of the time – because we don’t get much help in loving ourselves – you still need them to feel secure.

[reigning-somewhere-else]

“I’m... 5ft?  I mean, I guess I’m still short, but in the very least I’m taller than the twelve year old girl that works for me...”

[reigning-somewhere-else]

... plop.

“... he isn’t here? Really? He never left his throne before...” The king almost always was ‘sleeping’ on his throne, waiting for someone to come in. But now of all times, when Frisk was so close to getting here, he decided to leave? 

But hey, this was hardly Flowey’s problem... a matter of fact, this was good.

“Well, if I can rush this part along, I’ll be happy to!” He said with a light cackle, his petaled face slithering out from the throne room, right into the entrance to the barrier... little black eyes gazing up at it before his vines spread across the floor; searching for the miniscule cracks where the SOUL containers were held.

He’d starting lift all six of them out slowly when he felt the distinct feeling of the shapeless clump of Determination that filled the place where a SOUL should be... turn blue.

“... oh no.” With precious little time to even say that, he felt gravity shift; letting out a high-pitched screech as he was violently thrown upwards, all his vines included, crashing face first into the ceiling.

“Hey buddy, ever consider there was some things you should just leaf alone?” The king said with surprising enthusiasm, his magic eye blazing as he snapped his fingers; bones appearing and prepared to make a flower salad.

Of course the royal trashbag was back on time; he always was, no matter the distraction. How the heck did he get around so fast? 

“Y-you...! Screw you!” Wow, sweet comeback Flowey.

In an hissy fit, the weed started flinging his pellets everywhere, knowing fully well he’d never hit the lazy skeleton. MISS after MISS after MISS, and eventually it was San’s turn...  and he felt himself get sent flying straight out of the barrier chamber, right back into the throne room.

He barely had time to plop back into the ground before a Gaster Blaster shot at him, missing by half a second. 

“... heh. Crisis averted.” Sans muttered, wiping some sweat from his brow as he walked back to the chamber... eye sockets widening when he saw the broken containers covering the floor, the SOULs all scattered.

In a rush, he called up the last empty jar... the one meant for the seventh human. Lifting all the the SOULs, he piled them into it and snapped a lid on.

“Let’s see here... cyan, orange, blue, purple, green...”

.....

“WHERE’S THE YELLOW ONE?!?”

And, with the SOUL jar tucked under his arm, he took a shortcut; intent on searching through every inch of the Underground for it.

Reblog if your Muse has a kill count of 5+

[reigning-somewhere-else]

♔

This crown weighs heavy…- Accepting

♔: First kill.

“That… was a long time ago. Before I had the crown.

Back when we were on the surface, I served as the judge… I made sure no one hostile got to the former king’s throne room, just like the kid does for me. Except, I was protecting more than just the king… I was protecting my brother.

I still remember them perfectly, when they came through the hall’s doorway... three young humans, no older than twenty each, all having varying amounts of dust on their outfits... these were soldiers on a mission.

They’d fought their way into the city and were intent on ‘cutting off the head of the snake’, as it were. LV 15, LV 12, and LV 8. Normally, I’d be required to give a warning and an explanation on what LOVE was... but not then.

This was more than a group of monster-hating dolts, this was an act of aggression during a time where monsters and humans were already on edge. I... panicked, and... and it was over so fast.

Not too longer after was when the war officially started... but this was the losses that led to them. Several dusted royal guards, and three dead young men who, otherwise, likely weren’t bad people... just close-minded.

[vezely-a]

Ask a Killer

| Heroes or Villains, Killing May Be Relative |

♔ :First kill

♕ :Last kill

♖ :A kill you regret

♗ :A kill you have been known to boast about

♘ :How you prefer to kill someone

♙ :Most malicious act tied to your name

♚ :A time when you showed mercy

♛ :A time when mercy was requested but not provided

♜ :Post-kill actions, thoughts, or emotions

♝ :Ever killed for sport?

♞ :Define a good kill

♟ :A close call to being killed yourself

* What do you feel when you are going to kill someone?

[reigning-somewhere-else]

@senseofhumerus was stumbled upon.

Well, this was something more along the lines of what he’d been expecting... granted if what the kid said was true, 99% of the other Sanses weren’t in nearly the same position he was. But hey, the less that have to deal with problems like his the better.

“Hey there, pal. Nice day today, eh?” Well, it’s as nice a greeting as any.

[wordsnquotes]

Who’s the real you? The person who did something awful, or the one who’s horrified by the awful thing you did? Is one part of you allowed to forgive the other?

Rebecca Stead, Goodbye Stranger (via wordsnquotes)

[reigning-somewhere-else]

Due to the fact that the royal cloak was made to fit King [REDACTED], it’s just a little bit large on Sans’s frame... as in, it’s length is almost twice his height and it drags across the ground everywhere he goes.

The bonus to it being so big is that it makes an excellent blanket for him while he’s sleeping on the throne. The king of the Underground, people.

[reigning-somewhere-else]

@ask-the-determined was stumbled upon.

Welp, he knew this was gonna happen eventually when he started hopping from one world to the next... the kid had told him all about all the time’s she’d met ‘herself’. Still though, it hardly helped prepare him for looking in a mirror.

At least this mirror was a full foot shorter than him, and wearing some odd little gettup... kinda like armor, but not quite on the same caliber as a guard’s.

“Uh... hey there, pal.” He greeted the other skeleton just a bit hesitantly, giving a wave and a nervous tug at his purple royal cloak... which probably made him look a bit silly, considering he was just wearing it over his blue jacket.

But oh well, it was really comfortable. “I’d tell ya I wasn’t from around here but... you can probably tell that yourself.”

[reigning-somewhere-else]

// Okay, now it’s time to work on starters. Sorry for the wait. //

[reigning-somewhere-else]

Bloodstone

Send me gemstones- Accepting!

Bloodstone: How my muse sees themselves as a part of their world.

“… heh. That’s a big question, ain’t it? If you’d have asked some of my fri-… subjects living in New Home, you’d probably hear a lot of ‘leader’, ‘hero’, and… well, ‘savior’. If you asked Toriel… she’d call me a murderer.

I can’t really say any of them are ‘wrong’ or ‘right’ because this is complicated… but, you’re asking me what I see myself as so…”

“… I’m a martyr. Just one that hasn’t died yet.”

[reigning-somewhere-else]

send me a crystal and i'll tell...

abalone: what kind of situations compromise my muse emotionally

aegerine: my muse's opinion of the supernatural

agate: how my muse calms down

blue lace agate: my muse's favorite form of communication (verbal, letters, texting, etc.)

fire agate: if my muse is brave or cowardly

moss agate: if my muse has a high or low opinion of themself

amazonite: what kind of situations call for my muse to be dishonest

amethyst: what my muse would most like to be able to shape-shift into

ammolite: how lucky or unlucky my use is

angel aura quartz: my muse's opinion of LGBT+ issues

apache tears: a sadness headcanon

apatite: a headcanon about my muse's intuition

apophyllite: my muse's religious/spiritual beliefs

aquamarine: where my muse feels most calm/relaxed

biotite: the biggest problems my muse is currently dealing with

bloodstone: how my muse sees themself as part of the world at large

calcite: my muse's social tendencies (introverted vs extroverted, parties vs one-on-one conversations, etc.)

carnelian: an art-related headcanon

celestite: how my muse deals with anxiety

chalcedony: the saddest my muse has ever been

chalcopyrite: how my muse deals with ending relationships

charoite: who my muse looks up to

chrysocolla: a money-making headcanon

copper: how I think my muse will end up when they're older

coral: how my muse views the natural world

diamond: a sex headcanon

dolomite: a sleep headcanon

emerald: how my muse tells someone they love them without words

fluorite: what my muse's room looks like

fossil: what my muse's dream job is

galena: what it's like to be in a relationship with my muse

garnet: what my muse's perfect partner would be

gold: my muse's financial situation

hematite: how squeamish my muse is

hiddenite: how much of an "inner child" my muse has

iolite: my muse's drinking habits

jade: if my muse would ever cheat on a partner

jasper: what my muse would be like as a parent

kyanite: an anger headcanon

lapis lazuli: where 'home' is to my muse

lodestone: what kind of people gravitate towards my muse

malachite: what my muse as a child thought they would be when they grew up

mica: what my muse views as their worst personality trait

moonstone: my muse's opinions on outer space

mother of pearl: if my muse tends to lift people up or bring them down

nebula stone: how good my muse's memory is

obsidian: which of the seven deadly sins my muse would be

opal: how creative my muse is

pearl: a mental health headcanon

petalite: what my muse would do if they found a wallet on the street

pyrite: a physical health headcanon

quartz: how my muse thinks other people see them

rhodonite: if my muse prefers elegance or convenience

rubellite: if my muse has any 'triggers' that inspire painful memories

ruby: a happiness headcanon

sapphire: if everyone my muse knew was hanging off a cliff and they could only choose three to save, the rest certainly dying, who they would choose

serpentine: how my muse would seduce another [alt: how my muse makes their money]

silver: if my muse prefers masculinity or femininity

tsavorite: if my muse believes in destiny or fate

ulexite: how empathetic/sympathetic/compassionate my muse is

unakite: what my muse's ideal pet would be

verdite: my muse's ethnicity/family history

zebra stone: what gets my muse excited

zoisite: does my muse believe everything's going to work out for them in the end or not?

[reigning-somewhere-else]

// Tag Dump, whoop whoop. //

[reigning-somewhere-else]

Starter Call

// Like/Reblog the post for a chance meeting with a skeleton king.

No cap, but I’ll be semi-selective as usual, and no personals please! //