#comiciisms

[starblazingtm-blog]

@comiciisms

He, suddenly, can feel his sins crawling down his back. There are quite a few of them, too. He wonders, for a mere split second, if Sans was being jokingly serious. He doubts it. The shadow of the house in the evening looms over him almost like it threatens to swallow him whole.

    “H... Howdy, Sans! It’s been     a while, buddy!”

Perhaps he shouldn’t’ve tried visiting.

[butterscotchcinnamom-blog]

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[Toriel hadn't even noticed the plant that was hanging up until she bumped into it.]*Oh my...*Oh dear.[It managed to catch on one of her horns and she reached up to untangle it. She never would've thought that such a small plant could be such a hassle... It was only after she was free of the mistletoe and it was rehung in its rightful place that she noticed Sans. A light blush tinted her cheeks.]*...oh dear.

[lilskeletcnpuns-blog]

“I didn’t do it!” the boy shrieked immediately when he noticed someone nearby. There was a door of a house on the ground and there was what seemed to have been the remainders of a cart laying next to the child’s feet.

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[giivemercy-blog]

“I dunno what you mean ‘I took it’.”

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[bxstimmung-blog]

◥  Comiciisms

   Upon feeling a cold, bone-y hand,    Frisk can quickly tell it is one of the brothers.    However, they can’t tell which one it is just by touch.    There is another way, though.    “Why are skeletons so calm?     Because nothing gets under their skin!”

[wlngdlngsinactive-blog]

@comiciisms

“ ï ḋø ṉøτ τhïṉќ... 

               αṉÿτhïṉģ ï ώøυlḋ ṡαÿ 

                                сøυlḋ сhαṉģε ÿøυɾ ṃïṉḋ, 

                                                               -- ώøυlḋ ïτ? “

[repulshyren-blog]

@comiciisms liked for a starter.

*   “Oh. . .   Sans!  I remember you. . .” *   “When  w-we  sang,  you  were  there!   Selling  tickets. . .”      Shyren paused, and one of her front fins wibbled in a strange way,      as if she were trying to wave at him. Oh, no, that probably looked      weird... Suddenly embarrassed, she looked downwards, trying to      hide her face with her hair. *   “I. . .   I  have  to  thank  you  though. . .   If  you  hadn’t. . .”      She trails off, not really completing her sentence. Then, she perks up,      giving him a smile. *   “Uh. . .   So. . .   How  have  you  been. . . ?”

[paciifriskarchive-blog]

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The human was not letting go, despite the insistence that the skeleton was fine. Frisk clearly did not believe them, or was not taking no for an answer.