#slackingsans

[ofhyperdeath-blog]

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Send me 🔪 to stab my muse. | accepting

   ‘ WH — why… ? ’

   she stares at him , biting hard down onto her lip to keep from crying out. the ache is starting to wound through her , blood staining part of her arm. she —

   ‘ sans ? ’

[hellspuppetmoved-blog]

          Kevin’s blood, Sam’s anger, it causes his hands to quake under the pressure he’s put upon himself. Worn down, the mark burns numb upon his arm as a somber reminder of mistakes the Winchester has made. Alcohol, it’s a provided comfort to easy his mind and escape if just for an hour or so. Bowlegs bow as callused palm presses against the bar door and he heaves. Stepping into the bar, ivory hues scan and he sees a man seated at the bar as well. Couples lazily laugh together by the pool table, two friends banter back and forth on music near the jukebox. Resting his attention on a bar stool, Dean’s footsteps echo soft under the floorboards as he’s carried. Hoisting worn limbs up, he didn’t even recognize an acquaintance beside him as fingertips lift to beckon a drink. 

                         ❝ Gimme somethin’ strong, doesn’t matter what. ❞

@slackingsans​!

[quiiestis-blog]

@slackingsans ║Starter Call

      “ I amost didn’t see you down there-- ”

   Toriel paused, looked back at the small skeleton that she    could only assume had been trying to sneak up on her,    only to slip down the ditch. She looked down, covering    her mouth as she tried her hardest not to laugh at the    other’s misfortune. 

      “ I hope you had a nice fall-- I’m sorry,            are you alright? ”

[goldcnheart-blog]

weaves a flower in between bones. 

@slackingsans!

[amalgamatcr-blog]

❤┋@slackingsans​ ✖ CALL

*sans; [ SPARE ]

* t-thank you, sans. * i’m still s-so sorry about, err... * ...him. * i d-didn’t mean for this to happen! * i’m sososorrypleaseforgiveme

[amalgamatcr-blog]

❤┋@slackingsans​ ✖ CALL

* oh, indeed. i d-do have the camera    footage around [ SNOWDIN. ] i-is     there any reason why y-you’re...    asking? if – you don’t mind, of     course.

[harvellehound-blog]

     Head bowed, she didn’t expect it to speak to her as she munched away. Call it more teething, she wasn’t chewing on the bone for some hunger or anything like that. On the contrary, the make nice toothpicks when they don’t talk to you during the process. Mia doesn’t like how the skeleton speaks to her, movement halted for a moment as she peers down at him. Releasing the bone, Mia gives a tight huff of air from her snout right into his face before turning to take a stride away. She always keeps clothing near her when she roams in hound form for occasions like this one. 

                         She’s got a bone to pick with this guy, so to speak. 

     Morphing herself back into a human, she carefully but quickly shrugs on her clothing before approaching. Mocha hues settle upon the small skeleton, brows furrowed with the expression of annoyance evident on her face. Boots click against the flooring before finally, she pipes up to address him once more. 

                ❝ Last I checked, I wasn’t your pal, Bonehead. I don’t accept squeaky toys but you certainly do great for the teeth. Like to keep the pearled whites pearly. Thank for that, I owe you one. ❞

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