#armourtale

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Burrowing her skull into the soft fox fur on the collar of her vintage coat, she began to walk unhurriedly down the mountain path. Apparently, someone would be picking her up to escort her to the skeletal residence, she hoped they liked the gift she was bringing with her. 

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——— plopped a much smaller box right on top, as if placing the finishing touch, like a sprig of parsley on top of soup, and they laughed together again. 

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Some various expressions of Corsiva! —————————————————🔶————————————————

There, standing tall, and incredibly intimidating was someone in full armour with a huge sword stuck in the ground. It was pretty much dark except for the stars, and the fire magic from the King and Queen.

Their black cape was difficult to see in the darkness, but Sans was reminded of those action figurines Papyrus liked to collect, particularly the knight ones.

And, that sword was glowing.

Sans cursed and hoped that he wouldn't have to fight, he doesn't the energy left after the climb.

"..Tell me," the voice was husky and feminine, and Sans suppressed a shiver at the tone.

"Will there be a war?"

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39318339/chapters/98392083

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Just for fun, she liked to take in a deep pull, holding it for a moment, before letting it travel through every gap in her skull. Her sockets, nasal holes, and behind her mandible were covered with waves of emerald smoke, spots of pale yellow dusting the air. 

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Little doodle

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“Oh p-pardon me! It’s just, I certainly don’t look that young do I?” She grinned, eye-lights shining with mirth.

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“ANNOUNCING HIS MAJESTY, MYLTIADES DREEMUR, AND HIS PLUS-ONE, MONOTYPE CORSIVA.”