#wiingdiing

[stormgazer-blog1]

@wiingdiing ;; greeter

“... You are not supposed to exist, are you? Erm, sorry, that sounded rude. What I meant was, this place... it does not accept you. Am I wrong?”

[fontesq-blog]

A small part of a S//ans//by fic I might be writing for @wiingdiing

        IT WAS JULY 4TH------ the night sky outside the store was beginning to light up with fireworks - a human tradition since America’s liberation from England hundreds of years ago. Ah yes, Sans remembers the days where the colonies were a mere thought by the explorer who had proposed it to the Queen, and he remembered when everything was going to hell because of it. The Brits driving out his friends and colleagues to claim the land. How terribly rude. But, he wasn’t about to dredge up old grudges - he’s not about that life. At least, not anymore.

He had closed up the diner for Grillby almost an hour ago, and he was just doing this today because he had mistakenly mentioned that an employee or two of his wasn’t holding up the waiter code - give a smile, be hospitable, make sure everything’s alright - and that he could do better with his eyes closed and hands bound. However, as he had began the day, he had become quite popular with the people of this city, with the local families - especially the kids. The kids most definitely took a shine to him near immediately, while he was quickly wary of them, despite not wanting to jduge all kids by one that turned rotten. When he walks up to the door to flip the sign over, his eyes catch the shaking form of a child - too small to be an adult, and an adult wouldn’t do something like that in public... not, of course, if they were in their right mind - and he can’t help but move out of the establishment and kneel in front of the child, tilting his head silently, waiting for them to speak first.

“I-I’m sorry... I’ll m-move, jus-st - please d-don’t hit me...” The child wobbles the words past their quivering lips, misty blue eyes meeting his own white irises, showing just how broken they are. Hit them? Why would they think he’d - realization sinks in and anger flares within him, and he waits for Frisk to comfort him... only to come to yet another realization. Alphys had gotten the souls out of him safely with only a minor fracture in his soul occuring in the process, and he’s been radio silent for months. Of course, he sees all the kids during the week, but it’s just not the same. 

“Hey, hey,” He keeps his voice low, soft, gentle, as to not startle them more. “M’not goin’ to hit you. In fact, I think you look absolutely famished.” A low grumble of the child’s stomach confirms this and he chuckles at their brief flicker of embarrassment underneath the sadness. “How’s about I pay for a late night meal for ya, kiddo?” A quick joke and welcoming smile later, the child is in his arms, arms wrapped around his neck semi-tightly, still shaking from the giggles the joke had gotten from them. Grillby sees this and gives a brief smile, before gesturing to the kid. “What’d’ya say to chicken, huh? That sound good?” With a stiff nod, he sets the kid down on a bar stool, taking his seat next to them with his normal smile. “So, kid,” He quips after a small, near awkward pause as he watched his boyfriend go back to the kitchen to cook. “What’s your name?”

“M-my name?”

“Yeah, what’d’ya wanna be called? And, yanno, yer pronouns.”

“...No one’s ever asked me that before...” White irises focused more on the kid, and he realizes how close-minded humans really tend to be. Still, he waits for the answer, and he’s rewarded by his patience with a bubbly grin and an answer. “Tris, and girl pronouns!” 

Sans hums softly at this, nodding thoughtfully. “Well, Tris, I’m Sans. Sans the Skeleton. S’a pleasure ta meet’cha, kiddo.” And when he ruffles her hair, his soul warms from the swell of giggles that follows. Maybe kids aren’t all bad...

[fataliism-a-blog]

@wiingdiing

Eye sockets slowly open.  First there is darkness that lasts just a second longer than it should, a second longer than Sans is comfortable with, before the shapes and colors slowly start to bleed back into view.  With the minimal effort he is willing to spare he learns that he cannot move his limbs.  His soul is trembling, head is swimming, the plated hand aches.  To the best of his ability he scans the room for any sign of “life” beside himself.  Where is Gaster?  Papyrus?

[quiiestis-blog]

@wiingdiing

      “ HALT! DO NOT TAKE EVEN ANOTHER STEP! WHAT BUSINESS DO YOU HAVE AT THE GREAT AND TERRIBLE PAPYRUS’ HOME? YOU HAD BETTER NOT BE WASTING MY VALUABLE TIME OR ELSE YOU WILL BE DUSTED! ”

      Fell stepped forward, eyes glued to the stranger as he tried to place whether he knew him or not. He knew every monster in Snowdin, so this one really shouldn’t be any different.

[repentcnt-blog]

u gotta do mine now

NOT ACCEPTING.

my opinion on;

character in general: Ah, Gaster: one of the most mysterious and yet most popular characters in the whole game because he happens to resemble Sans and Papyrus. Even though you only see him for .2 seconds, there are so many theories about him it’s almost daunting to go through his tag. It’s amazing that people can flesh out an entire backstory based on only one data entry and a few rumors whispered by his followers/assistants. And I gotta admit, I’m kinda fascinated by him as well. I love hearing what other people have to say about this mystery man.how they play them: We haven’t been following each other very long, but you’re already one of my favorite Gasters. You've created a fantastic story for him so far, and I love how you don’t play him as a nice guy. Gaster has done things that can be considered shady and unethical, which I LOVE. I’m reading your thread with Riley and just. holy fuck. I love the story you two have going.the mun: After our talk last night, I can already tell that we’re going to be great friends. 

do i;

rp with them: Not yet, no.want to rp with them: Is that even a question? Of course!ship their character with mine: Yeeeeeep. I’m trash for these sad old men. 

what is my;

overall opinion: The Gasta-blasta masta. 

[fontesq-blog]

@wiingdiing

‘ h...a hahaha. oh man, this is. wow. yikes. if it wasn’t for the fact that i don’t really care anymore, i’d be mad at you. but hey. not all voids are the same. whatever. what’s up, g? ’