#staticmania

[positivepuzzles-blog]

staticmania replied to your post:

"Yes ple-ease!"

“Oh goody! What would you like me to design for you?”

[positivepuzzles-blog]

staticmania liked your post:

“Oh! Sansy! I just noticed that you liked my post as well! Did you want me to make you an outfit too?”

[madomadotsuki]

@staticmania replied to your post: @coolestskelebro replied to your post: ...

((I feel like Sans would be too lazy to make a mess tho xD))

well of course

... hence why he uSES MAGIC TO UNDO ALL THE TIDYING U JUST MADE! THE NERVE, SNAS

[genosans-a2-blog]

staticmania

  madomadotsuki  [[MO Guess...

((Why do people do this. I don’t understand.))

((Because some people don’t understand the concept of respecting ones wishes or being a decent human being

[skelesnow]

@staticmania I see that you liked the request post and I rise you a protective Gem and a cute Fribi. Why they are here? I wanted something cool or sad and went WHY NOT BOTH?

hope you will like it  <3

[inadeepanddarkdecember]

((This sad child needs his boyfriend and little brother............. I need to make that blog..............))

[[ -TAPS MY FOOT IMPATIENTLY- ]]

[blu-screen-a]

✦ I like seeing you on my dash! ✪ You seem like a cool person!

(I’m a very dorky dork, and probably the complete opposite of cool. But thanks muchly for the kind words, friend!)

[alittleflowertoldme-a]

Sans whimpered again and hiccuped, though he wasn't quiet crying, he was on the verge of it. How did this happen? //Why// did it happen? Why did his brother become an error just like him-- //worse// than him? "Shh, Pa-aps, it's okay, eve-erything's gonna be oka-a-ay." He couldn't help the clipping and strain in his own voice. "I'm--I'm ri-ight here, I'm here..."

The sound of his brother’s distress registered in a vague way in the back of his mind. Without thinking about it, he reached out to wrap his arms around his brother, at last returning the hug. He squeezed Sans into his embrace, trying to ground himself with his brother and stop the million different directions his thoughts were racing in.

      “SA-ANS.”

Focus, focus, he had to calm down he had to think, he couldn’t let himself panic. Sans was freaking out, too, he had to get ahold of himself.

                         He could feel his body glitching out.

A tremor ran through his bones. He pressed his skull to his brother’s, desperate to think about anything but how he felt at the moment.

      “YE-E-ES. IT’S GOING TO-O BE FINE. FINE. O-OK. OK.”