A SANS-ational blog

[[Indie Sans Undertale RPblog run by SereaneBean Asks are currently OPEN. Icon art © SereaneBean]]

[hsjadhuhawdh2321312]

i’m horrible at holding back impulse. here’s cheeki, with (another) multimuse! 7+ years of roleplay experience, most of these muses i’ve had for over a year.

interested? hit that reblog button or i’ll steal your kneecaps.

[notbatboy-deactivated20210405]

“C-could you please r-reblog this to interact with a returning Undertale original character? T-thank you!” 

[thesansationalskeleton]

[[FINGERGUNS I’ve added an about page for my Snas! Hopefully it’s enough??? information?]]

[thesansationalskeleton]

[[OH man I am back for some time. I have no idea who’s even active here anymore mc heck. Thanks to you that stuck around though :’) I appreciate it! I’m gonna do a bit of an overhaul and adding on a few more pages, but I’m open for business! Sorta.

Also tag dump below]]

[thesansationalskeleton]

uhhhh can i get a.... boneless pizza

[dimensioniisms]

;;promo

DO YOU WALK IN MEADOW OF SPRING..

DO YOU TALK TO THE ANIMALS  DO YOU H O L D  T H E I R   L I V E S  F R O M   A  S T R I N G?

Indie Undertale Ocs

Select | Mun | Rules | Ask

reblog this if you wouldn’t mind rping with some undertale ocs?

[ut-rp-and-ask-blog-for-fun]

((Decided to this cause why not, reblog this to find Rindie sleeping nearby whoever you want to rp as))

[thesansationalskeleton]

OOC: Some consideration

((OOC: Hey hey, it’s me. After a lot of consideration, I... May return to this blog. But it depends if anyone would still be interested in RPing with me ;w;/ ))

[thesansationalskeleton]

((OOC: Unfortunate news))

((OOC: Hey guys, Seren here after a long unspoken Hiatus.

I’m gonna leave a long story short and say this blog is basically closed and gone. I don’t want to delete the account itself since I still have a lot of fond memories and some well-written RPs, but a certain event in my life has caused Undertale (And Sans specifically) to leave a very bad taste in my mouth. If anyone is still interested in Undertale content from me, I humbly apologize that there will be no more coming from me.

You may follow me on my main blog, @celestialseren if you want to see any content from me, be it art or whatnot... But I just can’t continue to run this blog and enjoy it like I used to.

This is seren, Signing off for the last time. Contact me via my main or via skype (ForgottonSerenity) ))

[thesansationalskeleton]

((GUESS WHO’S BACK BACK AGAIN))

[asktheimposters]

Rules to Enter!

Reblog this post!

Must be following this blog prior to this announcement

Do not request nsfw illustrations

Users will be randomly selected from the reblog list and be given a prize.

1st Prize (x1)

A 3200x2400 illustration of up to 3 characters, background included, in a style similar to these examples:

2nd Prize (x4)

A bland background/transparent and highly detailed drawing of a character, can be of any pixel dimension that you want. It will be similar to these examples:

3rd Prize (x6)

A drawing of up to 2 characters of your choosing, it will be identical in quality as the replies on this askblog. (which vary a lot like holy fuck ._. )

Results will be announced on Thursday, March 17th! Remember to reblog if you want to enter!

[odysseymarauder]

Sticks & Bones?

( @thesansationalskeleton) 

Underground became a rather hospitable and secure homestead for this weary traveler. Cap knew she overstayed her welcome and the fact she had not even once gotten a fix of income along the line showed this. By now usually Cap would have stolen a dozen of items. Her crew was beginning to wonder. Wondering if the strong and proud captain was going soft. Soft did not fit along in her category. Nor did she intend them to take such a judgment. Time to woman up. Who cares about hiding on the down low anymore.

She brought out the most boisterous weapon Cap could find. The plasma cannons on top of the deck. Aiming it into a quaint location of Snowdin. Nothing a few destroyed homes won’t fix. Time to create some chaos.

Ready to light the flame she bellowed out, “ All who dare trespass and challenge me shall walk the plank into your own fatality. If you wish to be unharmed, you will bring your priceless heirlooms at the foot of my boat. No questions asked. Heed my warning!

[thesansationalskeleton]

Being the small town it was, word spread quickly of the vessel quickly approaching Snowdin. Naturally, the first monsters to ever hear word of the incoming strangers were the sentries guarding the town. One made their way to Waterfall waiting on standby to fetch the royal guard if need be, while the other stayed to protect the town from any aggressive actions, perhaps even welcome the newcomers.

Sans could tell, however, that this ship was not docked here to make friends, or try to make nice with the local authority.

As the townspeople scrambled to collect their valuables out of fear of what might become of them, their frenzy was calmed at the sight of the short skeleton approaching the vessel. Not many people knew of his strength; all they did know is Undyne had said she made him a sentry for a reason.

“now that’s no way to go on about making friends, pal,” he greeted the other monster as he fearlessly approached. “i mean, unless you’re trying to make enemies in which, keep it up you’re doing a good job but ah.... i wouldn’t try to hurt the people here. i mean, i hear they’ve got some kind of wicked guard dog protecting the place and i’m sure they’d be more than happy to give you a bad time,”

[thesansationalskeleton]

Plague

[ask-the-great-papyrus-deactivat]

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Papyrus was the fretful sort, but he knew that his brother hated when he crowded him too much. So he just kept his hand on Sans’ back, making sure to catch him in case his brother lost balance or needed support. Was Sans’ sick? What was wrong with him? Maybe he just needed some more sleep??  The lanky skeleton hated not knowing. He didn’t know how to help in his situation. Luckily, Sans’ posture seemed to relax, whatever the episode had bad was now calmed down. That was until his older brother took his hand off of his eye.Papyrus positively recoiled on instinct, his hip thudding against the sentry stand harshly and making it wobble. He threw his hand onto the counter to support himself from the initial alarm. Cracks in his brother’s skull. There were cracks on San’s face. How. Why. Who did this. “SANS!” Papyrus barked out in fearful alarm, the shock slowly beginning to wear off and now only being replaced by overwhelming worry and concern. His knees hit the dirt and gravel ground harshly as he knelt down to get a closer look at his brother’s injury. He was so distressed he felt like crying. How did this happen? He lifted a hand up, approaching his brothers face as if to inspect the wound, but his arm hesitated just before San’s face and then faltered all together. Said arm fell back to his side limply, his mind racing trying to figure out what to do. “WE NEED TO GO HOME.” he said weakly, giving his brother a wobbly and painfully forced grin.

[thesansationalskeleton]

The comfort of just having his brother’s support helped a bit. Not in any physical sense, but he didn’t feel as frightened knowing he had his back–literally. Even through the coat, Papyrus would be able to tell he was running a high temperature –sick it was. He felt like he was burning up, and he wasn’t 100% sure which sentry station he was at. Hotland, Snowdin–still felt hellishly hot to him.

“i’m okay,” he said with a weak grin, trying to reassure his brother. “i’m sure it’s-it’s nothing… to be worried about…” Even he wasn’t fooling himself anymore. Ordinarily, he would’ve protested that he was fine, that he should stay, but he was just so so tired…

“okay,” he said weakly, pushing off the stand. “okay i’ll head home.” He swayed a bit as he started to walk, shakily putting his hands in his pockets. “we could…take a shortcut if you wanted.”

He wasn’t sure he should.

[ask-the-great-papyrus-deactivat]

“NY-NYEH HEH, YOU KNOW I’M NOT A FAN OF SHORTCUTS SANS! WE NEED ALL THE HEALTHY ACTIVITY WE CAN GET AFTER ALL! OTHERWISE WE WON’T BE ABLE TO CATCH HUMANS!” Papyrus said with a wide grin, allowing his worry and negative energy to be pushed to the back as he tried to remain positive for his poor brother.  Papyrus, thinking ahead, wasn’t even sure what to ‘do’ when they eventually would arrive home. How could he fix this situation? Cracked bones, splinters, those injuries weren’t something to joke about. Sure, it happened from time to time, but Sans’ injury…how did it even happen? It clearly wasn’t a physical one, but what sort of sickness did his brother have that internally it was so bad that cracks were spreading from his eye? His mind was racing as quick as it could, gears turning and cogs churning, but what remained constant was Papyrus’ gently hand resting on his older brother’s back, a silent support as they walked. He matched the pace with Sans, trying not to look too antsy about how slow they were walking, but he didn’t want to push his brother any more. He swallowed back his fear that bursted back into the forefront of his mind, forcing a smile indeed even though Sans wasn’t looking at him. “THE MTT EPISODE ON TONIGHT WILL BE SO GREAT I’M SURE!”

[thesansationalskeleton]

The walk home felt like it was taking forever.

Now Sans wasn’t an impatient skeleton, not ordinarily at least. But cripes, it felt like time had all but slowed to a stop; no, a painfully slow crawl more like it. It didn’t help that with every step he took, more waves of painful energy shot through his small frame. Despite this, the only indication of him still in pain was the hand he kept hovered close to his cracked eye, ready to cover and suppress it should another surge rush forth.

“heh..... yeah i guess you’re right. gotta be in tip top shape in case a human--”

He froze and grimaced, holding his hand over his eye. The mere thought of a human-- any human sent his head reeling for a brief moment or two. He caught himself and gripped his brother’s arm, staring steadily to the ground before speaking again.

“i-i’m sure you’re right papyrus... hey bro listen, i’m really not feeling the whole walking thing-- it’s taking too long. think you could give me a lift home?”

He hated having to ask for help. He was powerful enough to single-handedly keep a human at bay for a very long time if the need called for it... And yet here he was now, struggling to even stand, to even breathe.”

[thesansationalskeleton]

((OOC: Sorry for the semi-hiatus guys, life's been hell for the past couple of weeks))

[askmuffet-deactivated20160504]

closed starter~

@thesansationalskeleton

Muffet yawned, resting her head on a hand and covering her mouth with another. It was a rather dull day in the Hotlands… no one had even stepped near her bake sale in hours. Had she scared them all off already? That usually took her a bit longer…

Oh well. She’d wait out the lull for a bit longer. Someone was sure to show up eventually, right?

“Oh, I sure do hope so…” she muttered under her breath, sighing heavily. She couldn’t take much more of this.

[thesansationalskeleton]

Hotland wasn’t a favored place to travel-- for the skeleton at least, but hey, one could only take so many shortcuts before becoming exhausted. Of course, he decided to take the long way to MTT resort so he could soak in the sights for a bit. Sure, he knew the place like the back of his hand, but it had a certain charm to it he liked.

Of course, that also meant going by the Spider Bake sale Muffet was running. Sometimes he’d stop to chat, sometimes he wouldn’t, but more often than not he stopped to heckle the poor monster just for fun. Today was one of those days.

“heya,” he greeted the spider as he approached. “business slow today, huh? usually you’ve had at least... one customer to scare away.ah well, that’s just how the cookie crumbles.”

[thesansationalskeleton]

((ooc: CLAPS HANDS TOGETHER Today is D&D night time to make posts))

[thesansationalskeleton]

Fear of Fear Itself ((OOC: Open Starter!))

[six-fallen-souls]

His voice echoed in her head. His head? Reasoning with her. And she felt like she agreed? Kind of? Who…damn, who was she now? More importantly…why the hell was she trying to hurt her own brother?

Wait. That’s not right.

She was falling apart. She was furious and didn’t know why. She felt things that weren’t hers, heard words that weren’t hers. She held up one hand and watched droplets of it melt off and fall to the ground. But…she still had a goal…right? She was determined. She had to fight. Avenge.

She raised her eyes to stare at Papyrus, at the fear in his face, his injury that she didn’t remember inflicting. No… She didn’t want to kill him. She had another target. Calista reached inward, feeling the flow of magic, searching his knowledge for one particular power. She staggered one step forward, and in the next instant, they stood directly in front of the Barrier.

“I can fix everyt’ing,” she muttered, clutching her chest as she limped toward the blinding white light. “Humans did this…awful thing. Now they can set it right. We can!” Sans’s body was faltering, slowly disintegrating. It fell to one knee, Calista’s weakening soul unable to hold it upright. 

“Y-ya need seven. An’ I know just the ones. These men, Sans, they don’t deserve ta… I-it’s my job ta make sure they don’t kill anyone else!” Cyan tears spilled from her borrowed eyes, a hand reaching up shakily toward the white light. This…was useless. They weren’t gonna make it one more step, let alone to the surface. Maybe if her soul hadn’t been damaged…if she was stronger.

Killing those people wouldn’t fix her. 

“Sans,” she sobbed. “C…can ya feel this too? It’s all so p-pointless… H-how am I meant ta keep goin’? What am I supposed to do…”

[thesansationalskeleton]

He waited and bid his time and as h3 did so, he struggled, he picked, worked as damn near hard as he could to keep her from just moving. As his body teleported to the barrier, he felt his hold falter and bend. But she finally started to give in, to stop fighting.

And his body slowly, yet steadily, solidified once more. His soul filled hers with strength to hold on, if but just a little while longer.

He had to admit; it was hard as hell to ignore her desires of retribution. He knew more than anyone how satisfying it was, how tantalizingly delicious it was to see the face of one whom had wronged you irrevocably. But there was a better way to go on about this.

"it doesn't have to be just you," he said comfortingly to the soul, his own words finally forming on his mouth. "we're one in the same, cal, whether you like it or not. and we need to agree on things if we want to stick around."

He dug into his soul, both of their souls, and probed, hunted, searched for the determination, the power to reset... And found nothing. He sighed heavily and looked out to the barrier.

"...i find myself asking the same thing, kid. but listen... justice isn't just about getting revenge. justice is doing the right thing no matter what. it's protecting people and keeping them safe. i should know." He put a hand over his chest and gave a small smile.

"doing all this was my act of justice. justice for what i did."