[youreacomicsans]

i remembered seeing a notification that i was tagged so here we go

tagged by: @mrfunnybone

ONE ( name/alias ) - sans.  Mun.  whatever else anyone wants to call me.  Aniki by @pumpkaboomaniac.  Sanspai/Sans friend by @mrfunnybone. TWO ( birthday ) - every year THREE (zodiac sign ) - the one with legs FOUR ( height ) - somewhere between 2ft and 8ft FIVE ( time ) - running out SIX ( sleep ) - for the weak SEVEN ( favorite books ) - my joke book...or maybe my quantum physics book...hard to choose EIGHT ( favorite artists ) - everyone who creates NINE ( last move i watched ) - King’s Glaive TEN ( college ) - one more semester! ELEVEN ( dream job ) - mattress tester TWELVE ( the meaning behind your url ) - sans is a comic, and also comic sans *ba dum tss*

tagging: anyone who wants to do it

[youreacomicsans]

I hope you're taking it easy! I missed you!!

Aw and even though you hide your beautiful face, rest assured, that i indeed missed you as well!

And thanks!  i’ve been finding my zen and chilling with a rather interesting quad of fellows on a seemingly endless road trip (;

[kerolunaticat]

(I used to do that to my siblings)

[youreacomicsans]

*sidles in* ah, so uh…yeah… hello there. i know it’s been way longer than what seems necessary that i went MIA. Suffice it to say that i just could not get to the internet outside of work, and while at work i haven’t had the time or capability to do anything other my necessary tasks. i’m okay. i’m okay, just starting to get back to normal finally. i know it’s been a while, so please do not feel obligated to stick around if you don’t want. If you’ve moved on/lost inspiration due to the lack of activity/found another sans, Papyrus, or person in general you like writing with better that is okay and i will not be upset by it. Or even if you don’t wanna rp anymore but just wanna talk, i’m cool with that too. i mean, hell, it’ll probably take me a minute to get back into the swing of things—i haven’t done anything fan related, or fun really, since i’ve been gone and getting my muse back might not be an easy task even for me. So yeah i’ll be around, you can talk to me, yell at me, whatever you’d like. You can even remind me of our thread if you still want to pick up where we left off, and i’ll do my best to try and revive more quickly. Thanks for understanding.

[youreacomicsans]

tbh i’m probably just gonna settle in for a while; posting pics and memes, music, shitposting...i’ll probably take IC asks too, just depends on how i’m feeling.

for those of you who are already hyping me back up--don’t worry!  i’ll get started on replies in the mean time, but i’m not about to send out garbage either!  so please share with me a little bit more of your patience!

love you~!

[youreacomicsans]

*sidles in* ah, so uh…yeah… hello there. i know it’s been way longer than what seems necessary that i went MIA. Suffice it to say that i just could not get to the internet outside of work, and while at work i haven’t had the time or capability to do anything other my necessary tasks. i’m okay. i’m okay, just starting to get back to normal finally. i know it’s been a while, so please do not feel obligated to stick around if you don’t want. If you’ve moved on/lost inspiration due to the lack of activity/found another sans, Papyrus, or person in general you like writing with better that is okay and i will not be upset by it. Or even if you don’t wanna rp anymore but just wanna talk, i’m cool with that too. i mean, hell, it’ll probably take me a minute to get back into the swing of things—i haven’t done anything fan related, or fun really, since i’ve been gone and getting my muse back might not be an easy task even for me. So yeah i’ll be around, you can talk to me, yell at me, whatever you’d like. You can even remind me of our thread if you still want to pick up where we left off, and i’ll do my best to try and revive more quickly. Thanks for understanding.

[an-annoying-bird]

((*Does a sexy hip dance at. It may be slightly awkward too.* <3!!!))

[youreacomicsans]

birds can have sexy hip dances??? i feel a thousand times smarter...and awkward.

[youreacomicsans]

*sidles in* ah, so uh…yeah… hello there. i know it’s been way longer than what seems necessary that i went MIA. Suffice it to say that i just could not get to the internet outside of work, and while at work i haven’t had the time or capability to do anything other my necessary tasks. i’m okay. i’m okay, just starting to get back to normal finally. i know it’s been a while, so please do not feel obligated to stick around if you don’t want. If you’ve moved on/lost inspiration due to the lack of activity/found another sans, Papyrus, or person in general you like writing with better that is okay and i will not be upset by it. Or even if you don’t wanna rp anymore but just wanna talk, i’m cool with that too. i mean, hell, it’ll probably take me a minute to get back into the swing of things—i haven’t done anything fan related, or fun really, since i’ve been gone and getting my muse back might not be an easy task even for me. So yeah i’ll be around, you can talk to me, yell at me, whatever you’d like. You can even remind me of our thread if you still want to pick up where we left off, and i’ll do my best to try and revive more quickly. Thanks for understanding.

[redvelvetbunny-blog]

BITCH I’M STILL HERE FUCKER

[youreacomicsans]

GOOD YOU BETTER BE-- i mean-- hello sweet child i have missed you

[youreacomicsans]

*sidles in* ah, so uh…yeah… hello there. i know it’s been way longer than what seems necessary that i went MIA. Suffice it to say that i just could not get to the internet outside of work, and while at work i haven’t had the time or capability to do anything other my necessary tasks. i’m okay. i’m okay, just starting to get back to normal finally. i know it’s been a while, so please do not feel obligated to stick around if you don’t want. If you’ve moved on/lost inspiration due to the lack of activity/found another sans, Papyrus, or person in general you like writing with better that is okay and i will not be upset by it. Or even if you don't wanna rp anymore but just wanna talk, i'm cool with that too. i mean, hell, it’ll probably take me a minute to get back into the swing of things—i haven’t done anything fan related, or fun really, since i’ve been gone and getting my muse back might not be an easy task even for me. So yeah i’ll be around, you can talk to me, yell at me, whatever you’d like. You can even remind me of our thread if you still want to pick up where we left off, and i’ll do my best to try and revive more quickly. Thanks for understanding.

[youreacomicsans]

ah, so, uhm,

i’m sure most of you aren’t aware cause i don’t make info about myself pubic but i am of the EST timezone--more specifically in one of the states that is having emergency evacs and shut downs due to hurricane matthew so, ah, i am around, but juggling this on top of school assignments that are still due online (despite schools all over being shut down what) and work

lolreallythisisalljustaninconviencetomehurricanesain’tnothingthisshithappensallthetimegetouttaherewiththati’mverybusycan’tyouseethatnaturegosh

[de-termination-undertale]

The Art of Murder

[youreacomicsans]

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[youreacomicsans]

Sans’ crooked grin only grew, jagged teeth on full display.  That wispy quality of Gaster’s voice was giving him away; telltale of the scientist becoming more and more lost to the feelings Sans was forcing on him.  He could have taken that alone and ran with it, but of course the skeleton had much more to prove than the fact that he didn’t need to be the size of the (late) King of Monsters to make a monster like Gaster wanton and licentious.

“Ohh,” he practically cooed down at Gaster, curling forward slightly.  “Oh no, sweetheart, I don’t need you to beg with your voice.”  Sans shifted his free hand inward, finally brushing against the tentacle that had really been wanting his attention.  It curled around his hand, moving with him as he began stroking at painfully slower pace than his hips.

God the way Gaster looked, and the way he was looking at him, was driving him up the wall.  Unconsciously, his fingers tightened around the scientist’s throat as he began leaning back so that his bony hips could work even harder.  But he’d be damned before every admitting that aloud.  “Not with your voice,” the skeleton reiterated, gruff voice beginning to lose its previously concise tone.

[mrebellaism-blog]

“Ahaha, very funny” she snarled at him. The spark of flame, her agitation, the tell tale sign that she was at the end of her rope here.  He teleported in front of her! “Fuck, damn it!” she snapped, scrambling backwards. She leaped up to her feet, whirring of gears and metal feet smashing against the snow. She hissed angrily. 

“What is with everything here trying to kill or capture me?” she bared her teeth, brown pixie hair messy and still wet with snow, as were her shirt and shorts. She winced from the previous stings, dusting off the obvious grey DUST of her previous encounters. “Just leave me alone!” She snapped. Did this monster not know what lurked in? It obvious she was waning in strength, tired herself out. She did not stand a chance without letting the obvious seep into her veins, so she fell to her knees, wincing as the cold air burned her lungs.

@youreacomicsans

[youreacomicsans]

Sans seemed overly amused by that desperate question; which is to say a normal response would have just been to answer the girl.  Instead, his grin widened and he laughed quite loudly, one hand eventually having to hold his side and the other his forehead to quiet the rumbling sound echoing off the snow covered ground and through the leafless trees.

“Human.  Don’t know you anything?”  He asked between the dark sound of his chuckling.  “In the Underground...  It’s kill or be killed.”  A slogan really, but for most monsters it just meant you had to know how to protect yourself (and any others you cared about) or else you’d be killed without hesitation.

By the angry shouting though, Sans feigned offense.  Mockingly, he put a hand to his chest and had the audacity to look wounded by the command, “Leave you alone?  You’re the one riling up the forest with the stink of your soon-to-be-rotting flesh.”  As the words left his mouth, his grin grew wider from its default span, making it apparent that he had no such plans as listening.

“Now.  You can be a good little human and come with me.  Or you can piss me off even more by trying to run.  Your choice.”

[de-termination-undertale]

The Art of Murder

[youreacomicsans]

Sans knew that he wasn’t expecting Gaster to be afraid of him, but he at least expected the asshole to not invite being stabbed in the throat.  And while it was pretty damn tempting in the moment, the skeleton instead growled down at the scientist as he rolled his hips.  It was those tentacles that weaved around and through his ribs and neck that truly cemented his decision though.  Despite their genteel and almost loving caresses against the hard surface of his bones, Sans knew better than to let his guard down.  As pretty a picture Gaster made all splayed out beneath him, eyes rolled closed and head dropping back with each hard movement of his hips, Sans knew the doctor’s danger lied in his charm; and underhanded, reverse psychological charm like this was probably the absolute worst kind.

It was exactly that kind that had literally just gotten the King of Monsters killed after all.

Deciding to work with, rather than against, those tentacles still snaking and coiling around various parts of his body.  Vaguely he wondered if it was on purpose or if even Gaster didn’t realize what they were grabbing or where they were going sometimes.  Because right now, Gaster didn’t look like he was paying much attention to them.  “You’re such a freak,” Sans husked down at him, clearly not imparting any negative connotations by the accusation.

Slightly he began letting up the magical hold he’d thus far kept on Gaster’s soul.  Bit by agonizing bit he released the scientist so that he could fully concentrate without tiring himself out too quickly.  Next to go was his makeshift weapon despite how it looked like Gaster was quite enjoying the feeling of nearly having his neck skewered, oh but he could fix that.  As soon as he had his hands free, Sans reached down with his left and wrapped his bony fingers around the scientist’s neck--more so holding on than trying to actually choke him as the bucking of his hips grew more wild.  His other hand trailed, however, lingering between gripping Gaster’s hip and thigh and sometimes raking the sharp tips of his phalanges up the underside of Gaster’s thigh; purposefully not touching where he knew he wanted him to.

[youreacomicsans]

* okay but this one made me snort-laugh, thank you whoever you are.

[mrfunnybonearchives]

A Monster Ball

Hey there, pals! I just read about a fun little event that I guess took place on Tumblr last year (well, Discord, rather) called a “MonsterBall”. In this, all Undertale blogs get together on a pre-made Discord channel for the event, follow the tag on Tumblr, and basically have an all out interaction get together. It’ll be featuring again this year!

It seems like a very fun/cute idea and a great way to introduce you to new blogs. However, I noticed in the rules for that particular event, OC’s are only allowed to attend if their main universe is Undertale-related (or, at least, that’s what I gathered when reading them). I’m not sure why, but to each their own. 

However, as you all know, I love my OC partners in crime, even the non-main-undertale-ones (such as my darlings @lettersfromthepit and @hope-and-dreams ), and I certainly wouldn’t party it up without them! 

So that being said, I’m considering hosting a similar event for this blog, one that would be open to all. Canon, OC, other fandoms—just a big ol’ potluck of fun people looking to have a fun time! 

If this is something that would interest you, leave a like, send an ask, message, anything to let me know if you’d like to be apart of this event. So long as it seems you all are on board with it, I’ll hammer out some details, some rules, fun stuff to look forward to, all of that jazz! 

Catch ya later.   

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The Art of Murder

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[youreacomicsans]

Sans could clearly remember a timeline where he’d met a small human.  This human, shaking with terror yet still determined to befriend every monster they came across seemed to have the hardest time when facing him, however.  They seemed distraught as they questioned him with his name and even more so once asking about his personality, and his temperament.  Apparently, wherever this particular human had come from was not used to him ‘in this verse’ they had called it, and somewhere out there existed a Sans with a mild composition and a kind demeanor.

This was definitely not that Sans, though he wished he had some of the patience the human had told him about right now.

Like he’d been told, the skeleton was staying out of sight of the other two monsters, but he was never far away at any given interval.  He’d been on their heels the entire time and neither of them had even noticed, and now he was just a snow puff’s throw away from the pair shamelessly groping and grinding; taking every ounce of preservation he possessed to not just manifest a fatal bone attack to end the meaningless (to him at least) debauchery.  He settled for creating a long bone with one jagged and pointed edge, squeezing it in his hand and ready to strike at a moment’s notice.

However each gasp, each moan, each rustle, each sound was driving him more and more to the brink of absolutely losing it.  It was all part of Gaster’s plan, sure, he knew that, but that didn’t do a bit of good in easing the ugly feeling welling up in the midst of his rib cage.  He still felt like throwing the femur bone he’d fashioned into a makeshift javelin through the mighty King of Monster’s back...and probably wouldn’t have minded should the speared tip pierce Gaster as well. 

The sounds seeming to change suddenly caused Sans to pause and actually listen in again.  Those choked gasps and jolting sounds of shocked movement were anything but in lieu of a good time.  It let him know that the machine had Asgore, and this was going to be the pivotal moment between the king dying and taking Gaster with him, or just simply dying.  He moved to a better vantage point before shifting so that he could peek out and observe the situation to see if Gaster needed his ass pulled out of the fire yet or not, only to see that the fool had moved along with Asgore!  There the King was being drained of his Determination, falling away into dust, and then there was Gaster.  And that’s all Sans’ mind would let him process before he actually snapped.

So many things hit him at once that the emotionally constipated skeleton didn’t know how to properly deal with them--a gross understatement at that.  It all exploded within his chest and Gaster had barely even fifteen full seconds to bask in all his glory before Sans’ hand was out, palm facing the scientist and then suddenly forming a fist.  He waited just long enough to let the other realize what that overwhelming feeling he had to have been experiencing was before jerking his arm over and forcing Gaster back onto the ‘safe’ side.  He had made sure that Gaster hit the table and used the weight of his magic to press him hard against its surface before the skeleton was just suddenly there, kneeling and leaning over the doctor, and between his knees, with that bone still in his hand angled at his throat.  “You’re a fuckin’ imbecile,” Sans growled down at him, feeling more relieved now that Gaster wasn’t dangling over certain doom, but still seething enough with jealousy about the latter half of the other’s plan to not show it at all.

“All that fuckin’ nonsense,” he continued to utter as the bony fingers of his free hand swept down the length of Gaster’s body until he reached one slick thigh.  The motion was full of purpose, still on the move until reaching the exact spot Asgore had been abusing, but Sans merely pressed.  There was an advantage he had over fleshy beings like Asgore, however.  He didn’t need to lose clothing to have his fun, nor did he have to screw around with stupid crap like foreplay to get going.  But for the sake of ‘eye-candy’, sometimes Sans did things in a more traditional sense just to get his partner off.  Like now, for instance, he very well just could have let his magic manifest and do its thing immediately, but instead he yanked the front of his shorts down to make the reveal more dramatic as Gaster seemed to like things; stroking his thick cock with the pale hue of Gaster’s cum before just as mercilessly shoving his way inside the scientist’s body as the King had done, “All for this.”

By no means did he hold any illusions that he was as big as Asgore had been before his oh-so-tragic and recent demise, but Sans did know how to please beyond just simply pounding Gaster’s ass into the ground and that much he was confident about being able to give his partner a better orgasm than that quick and dirty little quickie he’d just subjected himself to over there.

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(sorry about repost cause i posted incomplete one:))

[kineticsquirrel]

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