Oct 19, 2016
sans-aster replied to your post “if you punch me in the eye socket, the goo in my skull will fart like...”
time to stick my hand in your skull.
fist me in the eye broh
make the fart magic happen
dew it.
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sans-aster replied to your post “if you punch me in the eye socket, the goo in my skull will fart like...”
time to stick my hand in your skull.
fist me in the eye broh
make the fart magic happen
dew it.
sans-aster replied to your post:(…Did anyone devise a way to tell the two...
(( i try to be sure to include “sour apple studios version” in my horrortale content. works pretty well that way. ))
(Oh, yeah, wasn’t any confusion there friend, if nothing else the character design is a pretty big give away, even with the more unique alterations.
It’s just strange having two very different AUs with the same name is all. Though they basically represent two different types of horror, so it’s certainly fitting.)
sans-aster replied to your post:⋆ holy crap that was a long day.. ⋆ screw it....
im wasted too, yaaay
⋆ heh. nice
sans-aster replied to your post:“Do y’think I should dye my white hair pink…? Like...
your skin is like, a lighter black than the clothes you usually wear though. i think it looks fine, bro.
that’s actually by design? heh... my thing right now is the whole “black skin on black line art” thing... makes it hard for uh... the mun to see
@sans-asterhorror needs disaster relief. or maybe comic relief.
------magi-nuclear apocalypse.
Boy, was it ever cold out tonight.
Sansy had packed his backpack carefully-- he’d taken everything out of it and redone it. It was more than triple his body weight now, bulky and huge and expanded to the full extent of its canvas sides. He was going to have to be ready for this one. Currently he was triple-checking his autosending text messages on his phone to make sure he’d added Sans to the list of in-case-of-soul-muffling messages. Could never be too careful.
....why on earth was he doing this?
Curiosity, maybe. The satisfaction of short-term results. A little empathy, deep down in that cyan soul of his. Or another taste of that quiet madness that captured his attention some nights, when his work was getting too distressing. Putting more stress on yourself was sure a funny way to unwind-- but hey, it worked sometimes. Made him feel like he was really living. And maybe helped people out in the process. Or maybe his suspicions were correct, and he just liked being stupid.
Either way, it was only a quick hop through the nothingness for him to land in the timeline he’d traced via Undernet signal. His eyes flicked around the brand new surroundings, arms hanging loose at his sides rather that in his pockets as usual. Was that Sans somewhere around? He didn’t really want to just wander around here... though it wouldn’t be the most dangerous place he’d wandered through. Probably.
useless vendor trash bowl picks up other useless vendor trash bowl on purpose.
⋆ guess we’ll just be useless together, eh bud?
⋆ not that i mind much. heh heh..
sans-aster replied to your post:⋆ update; made it off the floor ⋆ and onto the...
do you need/want help?
⋆ nah. think i got this..
the sun: what motivates you?
⋆ ..guess i’m not gettin’ away with ‘nothing’ here, right? heh heh…
⋆ dunno if it’s. motivation, exactly, but. any time it. feels like no one else’s gonna be able to get things done?
⋆ end up. feelin’.. i dunno. responsible. somehow? ‘cause if things go south and. i coulda stopped it..? heh..
⋆ should know better. by now..