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 | Am I always on the edge of quitting? Giving up and just forgetting Everything I ever stood up for, The LOVE that I have always lurked for? The lions and the lambs are fighting Waking up and reigniting But I don't wanna FIGHT their old war Give me something I can HoPe for |
| SANS THE SKELETON |
| A former resident of the monster-populated Underground, Sans is just as quick with a bad joke as he is to evade any but the most superficial questions about his past and personal life. His permanent grin, carefree laziness, and easygoing exterior make it difficult to get a read on his psyche, and he works hard to keep it that way. Sans is not a skeleton that operates on extremes. He plays everything he is, from emotions to personal history, deeply close to the chest. In his experience, forming attachments too often opens a window for oneself to become damaged when those attachments get damaged in turn and, ultimately, it is utterly psychologically exhausting to care. He arrived in Hadriel immediately following his death in one of the dustiest, most violent pathways imaginable. Having some vestigial knowledge of the world in which he lives and the values that change to adjust for certain choices the human makes, Sans became the self-appointed Judge of the human's SOUL, gauging whatever EXP or LOVE they may have accrued in their Underground journey. An implied scientific background hints that he has some temporal awareness of previous LOADs and RESETs, though much of his knowledge is based on deduction and intuition rather than hard memory. In this particular path, however, he became aware that if the human continued to kill everything in the Underground, this could trigger an anomalous event that would cause everything - space, time, spacetime, and every infinite temporal possibility - to end. Faced with this knowledge, Sans did the one thing he thought he would never have to do: take action to prevent the outcome, even if he knew that it would be useless. The human was armed with determination and limitless tries, and he couldn't keep dodging forever. Only when faced with the absolute cessation of all existence did Sans actively stand in the human's way. As he did with most things he attempted, he failed. It's time to do a little bit better. |
c r o s s - c a n o n ↴
g o d s ↴
∴ home | ღ family | ♥ friend | ₪ from elsewhere | ✂ complicated | ✔ trusted | ||
| ✘ nope | ◑ eh | ¿ uncertain | ★ acquaintance | ❖ warm acquaintance | ⚖ judgment | ||
| ⚑ afraid | ⚡ dangerous | ☞ | ø unknown | 回 roommate | ❱ avoidance |
canon.
chara.
∴ - ♥ - ✂ - ¿ - ☞
ღ?
[artist]
Why? Why'd you do that?
You shouldn't have done that
If I told you once, I told you three times
That you'll get your punishment when you
Show me your crimes
And it's not a spell or a curse you put on me
Or the way you make me smile so tenderly
How I wish it was your temper you were throwing
Damn you for being so easygoing
I thought the time would tell
My sins would provoke you
To raise, raise some hell
Not a chance
Whatever happened to fiery romance
How I wish it was your dishes you were throwing
Damn you for being so easygoing
Why? Why'd you do that?
Why'd I do what, huh?
Nothing. You get it? What? Nothing.
I thought the time would tell
My sins would provoke you
To raise, raise some hell
Don't give me that line
Don't try to tell me inaction is not a crime
Can't you see what kind of seeds you're sowing?
Damn you for being so easygoing
But they're like this for a reason. It's a long shot, but if he can do them one thing right, he's not gonna be a part of that reason any longer.
Even if it means they hate him for it.
frisk.
∴ -
❖- ¿ - ⚡ - ✂ - ❱[artist]
Is there something you should say that I don't want to know?
Trying to remain composed while asking me to go
When I scare the last away all of the fault will be my own
Why is it so hard to speak to people?
I don't know
Is it something that you learn
When constantly alone?
When did I become a man
Trapped inside a ghost?
If you could only see me now
I know I'd disappoint somehow
I'm stuck inside a fantasy
Where I could be all you would need
Will I live in shame of the things in the past
That I should have done for you?
Is it possible to forgive all the ignorant ones
If they're just too young?
Fake LOVE; you know you'll be truly missed
Fake LOVE; must be some kind of abstinence
Let's not make much more out of all of this
Let's not but we still can pretend we did
ṗ̩̗ͯ̅̊͢a̛͒᷁̒̾͢ͅp̢͖̹̣ͯ᷁̇y͙͓̬͎̗̍̔r͕̺̠ͯ̚͘͞u̢̬̣ͪ᷁ͫͣs̴͕̫
∴̶͕͠ -̧̳᷄ ღ̉͒̄ -̩͕ͪ ✂̲́̃ -̜᷂̃ ✔̸ͧ᷆
[artist]
Shut my eyes and count to ten
It goes in one ear out the other, one ear out the other
Burning bright right till the e̡͡n͟͏d
Now you'll be mi͟҉͞s̡̕s̷̢ìn̵̷g͡ from the phot̡o̵g҉rap͝h͞s҉, m͘͞͡i̵s̸s̵͢i̶̵n̸̴g̶ from the p͢h͠o̴t͟o͘g͟r͟ap͢hs
Watching through my fingers, watching through my fingers
In my thoughts yo̷u̶̷͟'re far away
And you are whistling a melody, whistling a melody
Crystallizing clear as day
I can picture y̵͔̞̻̙̥̞̤͞o̴̮̻̜̟u̕҉̯̪̩̼ so easily, picture y̷̝̫̫̣̘o̵̭̳̘̥͙͚̙͠u̸̳̼̞͎ so easily
Watching through my fingers, watching through my fingers
Caught off guard by your favorite song
I'll be d̞̳̯͙a̡̘̹̥͙̮̘̺ǹ͔ci̸͙̮n̢̤ͅg̩͠ ̶̞͍a̱̯͖̙̬̘͢t̹̤ ̞͝a̻͓̱̻̞̩ ̫̞̫͚̦f͏͈͙̜ụ̼̝̞͢ne̴ṛ̷͉͍a̲̣l̩͚̀, d͏̷̯̻͇̗͕̦́ą̴̟͉̼̳̩̠͚̻̤̠̀́n̸̶̼̠̮̗͉̗̫̠̰̱͡͞ç̵̛͙̥̟̯̝͉̙̖̤̞̭̕͢i̛̠͚̭̝̥̞̦̯̟̠͈̟̻̟͔͢n͏̸̰̖͓͖̖̤̩͔͔͓͖g̡̬̩̱̱̭͉̥͓̟̙̙͕̦͉̰̕ ̸̸͕͙͚̙̩̦̬̮͇͕͚͉͓̠ͅͅa̢̬͎͖̤͎̬̹̦̱̗͙̭͚̣͍͟ͅt҉̸͖̺͖̩̬̜̫̮̮̺̲̠͔͍̖͞ͅ ̺̦̖̣͕̖̣̻̬͉͚̬͜͝á̶͔̼̲̘̟̰̣̱͕͜͜ ̴̡̖͓̪̼̻̦̣̥̪̼̩̜̭͕͙̯͙̝̞̀f̴̧̛͔̮͚͇͎͕u̷̪͙͉̤̕͢͞n̨̡̞̻̮̳̬̹̰͟͡ẹ̡̢̛̭̘̠̗͓̰̯͜r̢̞̼͙̰͙̱̳͓̙̺͍̰̱͓̕͠a̧̨̭̗̞̪̲͙̮͙͈̕͘͠ĺ̶̮̘̠̬͚̩̘̹̗̦̕͡͞
Sleeping in the clothes you love
It's such a s͖̪̫̺̮̭͓̦͍̕ẖ͕̦͔͖̼͈̬a̙̝͕̹̦̻̮̗͠m͕̠͈͕̙͘e͉͔͙̙̦̜̗̜͢͢ͅ ̭̥̮̹͖̮̪̜̯̀w̬̞̦̠͚e̢͉͕̬̯̙͕͇͈ ̸̜̣̻̫̩͕͠h̶͚̯̻̹̗͉a̸̛͔̭̣̼̳̺d̴̤͕̦̤ ̧̖̜̻̪̭̙̘̻t̢͏̴͇̘̯͍̪ò̫͝ ̴̶̨̞̤s͇̣̀ȩ̼͍͍̫̻͎e̡̲ ̝̮̯͚̤̟͘͞t͙̠̟̩̩͇h̵̖͇́é̡̤̬̹m͈͎̞͕͇ ̝͓̯̰̪b̴̻̘̹̰͙̗ṷ̧̺̖̬͖r̨̧̞̳̀ņ̢̥̫͕̬̰̹̩̟, s͕̗̘͖̬̜̼̝̗̰̭̟͍̭͞h̸̸̶̡̞̠͚̮̺͕̀ͅá̸̴̶͎͚̫̗̬̦͇̪̩͉̠̞̻̹̯̗̩ͅm̧͍̝̼͎̼͉̞̟̺̖͉̣͉̜͈e͏̸̝̼̜̮͕̦͚̤̩̪̟̮̪̗ ̴̡̢̦̺͖̫̯͕̣̘͠w̷̢̮͈̰̻̙̳̲͟͡͝e҉̧̡̮̗̙̯̯̥̼͙̥̣͓̣̮͔̙̭̼́͢ͅͅ ̵̶̶̫̜̜̻̦̙̖͙̠̼̮̗̪̀͜ͅh̖̬͙̹̜̯̞̫̰͉̩̗̜̥̬̺͖́́ą̵̡͓͎̮͚͈̙̘̹̯̞̻͙̦͇̩̣̼͢d̶͙͚̲̦͕̗͍̮͚̫̺̮̗̕͞͠͡ͅ ̸̞̼͍̗̕t̨̨͔͎̜̣̫̱̤̗͇̩̜͍̦̱̲̤́͝͡ͅͅo͉̺̻̥͔͓̼̘̪̯̬̞̙̱͎̳͖̰̕̕ ̨̖͚͍̤͈͙̪̘̲̗̘͔̮̹̞͕̞͖͟s̢͖̯̗̻̦̱̙̳͉e̛̹͙̩̫̫̝͘͜ͅȩ̸̱̼̲̤͚̼̗̺̙̬̗͔̫̭͕̫͖̥͢ ͓̲̥̼̺̥̹̹̖̝̟̹̭̣͢ͅt̳̥͍̲̼̯͠͡h̷̤̞͕̥͝͡e͉̹̥̟̰̣͉̪̜̼̟͡ḿ̨̢͚̯̙̣̗̖̦̳̣͍̤̱͎̹͍͖̘͔̕ ̴̜̩̤͍̣͡͝͡͠b҉̸̧̛͙͉̫̠͉̳̪̬͈̻̭͔̰͙̬̗͘ͅú̵̡̱͓̙̘̣̙̟͙̣̬̩̝̭̭̟̕͡r̹͇̦̀͞n̴̡͙̺̳̲͎̜̳̲̙͎̭͞ͅͅ
What's gonna be left of the world i͏̧̛͏̢̗̪͍̬͔̰̝͎̫̣̦͚f͏̴̝̹͚̠̠͉̹͍͎͓͡͝ ̵̡̨̗̖͖̱̠̩̰̖̭͇̠͈͢͡ͅy̶̡͈͕̖͎̮͜͞ǫ͓͓̖̳̻̗̲͡ͅų̵̘̝̻̖̗̠͔̖̱̣̠͈͝͡'̰̱͈̪̬̬̼̦̼̲́̕͡r̖̠͍̳͈̀͢͡e̛̝͓͉̼͈͔̮̪̲̺̗̩̙̲͈̬͞ͅͅ ̶̠̘̣̯͓̣̰̲̠̥̘̥̲͚͢n̶͙͖̜̫̟̦̩͈͕̙̯̪͖̲̻̙̮͘͜ǫ̨̛̫̭̯̩͔͓t̸̡͚͕̦͈̖̱̦̱͜͜͡ ̴̛͙̯͔̱͔̩̻̙͉̮̘͙ͅͅi̸̢̡̛̺̖͎̖̫̻̤̖ņ̸̖̻͕͇̘̗̞͖̹͖͕̻̕ ͡͏̯͔̼̬̟̪̟̘į͟͝͏̫͍̳̺̹t̷̶̥̖͕̥̥̞̦̙͖͇͈͈́͢?̴̧̜͔̩͇̪̯̫̖͘͝ͅͅ
W̵̳̩̦͔̲̮̤̞̹͇͕͕͉͙͚̤͜͡ͅͅh͏̘̲̗͎͖͝à͉͖̲̳͡͝t̷̵̛̛͓͉̹̮͓͓͓͉̫͚̞̲̜̮̖̥̮ͅ'͏͏̵̼̝̹͕ͅş̷̺̬̬̲ ̡͕̱̦̼̟̗̰̬̺̰̲̯̬͈͍̠̭̕͜ͅg̛̀͏͍̟̠͈͓͇̬̮͚͕̖͎̭͠ó̵̴̢̭̫̼̥̥̮̥̗̘͈̻̭̪̫̪̘̝ͅͅṇ̛̠͈͎̝͔̺̫̖͚͇̟̩̰͎͜ͅṋ̨̖̯͍́ḁ̴̺̗̮̤̦̲̬́͟ ̵͝҉͍̗͕̮͕̱̘͚̘̹̩̙͉b̶̢̙̪͚̻̼̯̗́̀è̴̢̡̥̹͎̖̦̰̳͍̩̹͚͎͈͉̜̫͚͡ ̺͖̟̖̺͈̹͓͇̣̩̰͓͔̙͈͉̺͟͡͞͝l̷̡̬͇͓̞̮̭̲̗̘̳̠̺͎͍̲̼̮e͜҉͉͈̭̻͓̘͚͇̮͈̮͖͎͙̤̩͍̟̜f̨̨̛̛̥̱̼̖̞͎̘̥͙̖͞ͅt̖̘͔̠̘̣͎̻̺̩͔͍̩̭̀͘ ̵̧̭̪͎̠͠͡ơ̧̰̜̣͚͕̼͘͘ͅf̵̴͕̪̲̫̰ͅ ̸̢̧̼̠͙̹͍͈ͅt̵̨̢̮̤̭̜̫̳̝͞h̸̛̞̺̻͍͉̕̕͝ȩ͉̖̱͎̰̦̤̗̪̳̞̰̼͢͠ͅ ̲̯͓̥̘̳͟w͏̢̱̼̹͉̩̙̹̖̠͕̩̙̯͈̰̺͢ͅơ̧͚̖̱̣͖͕̪̞̘̟̜̙̠̱͟ͅr҉̛̫̳͎̗̜̰͔͓̖͘͢ĺ̶̹͔̞̮́d̡҉͔̟̺̩̲̳̞͕̺̲̮?̣̳̜̲͍͖̖͟͢͡ͅ
E͈͙̺͕͖v̢e̯͓͈̳̩͙͢r̝̻̣y̲̯̮̭̟̺ ̴̳ͅm̩͚͠ͅͅi̳̟͚̪̟̫n̨̬̭̣͍̘̻ú͚̺͓̳̭̭t̢̞̼̟̖e͉̻̟͓ ̜̣̣̩̝͖a̞̰͈̺̪͍̞n̖̳̺̦d̫̫͇̤̜͖̯ ̴̞̤̞͈̪͇̳ḛ͍͖̝̠͢v̵͖̫e҉r̰̳͎͎̫͇͈y ̤̳͠h̵o̳̪̫̘̣͚u̡r̗̗̲̘̱̥̬
I͇͎͎̰̟̰͜ ̖̺̀m̡̟̫̘̦i̘͍͙ṣ̳͔̺̻̣͘s̗̞̥͍͜ ̩̳̙̳͕̥̞̕yo͉̜̫u̼̬͕͎͎͚̠, ͙̣̥͚͚̤͠I̭̻͇͓ ̴̖̦̬̩̯m̠̳̘̪͘i̞s̪̺͉̕s ̴̲͕̟y͏͕̥̙͇ọ̘̝̯̝ṳ͇͙͓̬,͓̜͎͔ ͓͔̦͈I̡̫ ̜̪̱͉̝͙͝ͅm̥̣̥͓̭͈͉i͕s͓̣͖̟͙̠̱͘s̞̰̮͉͠ ̖̱̪͔̪͇yo̘̙̞u̡ ̱̣̞m͙̬͇̹ͅo̷̻̹r̵̥̹e̡̼
̩̲̱͇͕̝̀E̳̯̮̼̭͍̣̤v͉̤̬̟͡e͓͓̱͔r̡̦̩̭̼̠̪ỳ̡͕̝̱͚͡ ̵͘҉̠͓̮̤͉̦̣̙s̶͞҉̳t̜̹̣̝̱̲̻͜ṳ̵̡̭͚m̴̝̱̮̻̮̪͜b̻̩͈̗̼͙͟l̮̮̘̙e̡͖͙̝̜̜̗ ̨̗̮a̷҉͕̗͙̺̖̫̥͇͞ņ͏̺̥̹̘̝̠́d̸͙͕̱̻͈̀͘ ̶̗̖͕̝̕͘e̵̢̹̱ḁ̵̭c̴̘̰̖̼̘͍͍͘h̷̝̭ ̮͙̩͎͎̖ṃ̶̸͚͜i̶̸̙̭̪͎̻̝̪̺s͏̸̯͉̤̪̩͙f̛̝͚͎͙ͅi̧̳̞̣̗̯̕r̴̼͔͘͢e̩̟̹͖͍͈̞̳
̨̡͔͈̞̜̳̗I͙̤͠ ̗m̴̛̗͎̜̩͘i̵̦͔s̷̙̩̥s͏͎̀͠ ͏̝̯̜y̸̯̳̠͖͈̥͞o̢̯͔͔̮ͅu̴̢̼̺̗,̥͉̮̩́͞ ̨̨̩̱Í̴̴͓̝͖̯̩̣ ̞̩̜̯̖̺̩̰m̧̯ͅi҉͕͎͇͜s͏̧̘s̗̪͠ ̱̝̤y̢̞̥̬͢͞o̟͖̪͔̼u̵̦̙̮͇̺,̫̹͍̻̬͖͢ͅ ̰̟͞I̷̷̬̭̳̟ ̨̯̘̼̺̲m̷͓͍̤̻̝͈ͅi̵̤̜͟͢s͓͙͍͍̱̦͜s̗͚̦̤͖͎ͅ ̝̻̭͚̝͈̬y̪̜o̟̟̩̼̞͈͔̯ụ̭̱̦͓͚ ͡͏̴̯̮̭͔̻͉̟̞̘m̞̺̘̞̹̗ò҉̯̫̪r͜҉͏̰̖͇̪e̯̬̹͕̳̖͠
alphys.
∴ - 回 - ♥ - ✔ - ☞
[artist]
When all of your flaws and all of my flaws
Are laid out one by one
A wonderful part of the mess that we made
We pick ourselves undone
All of your flaws and all of my flaws
They lie there hand in hand
Ones we've inherited, ones that we learn
They pass from man to man
There's a hole in my SOUL
I can't fill it, I can't fill it
There's a hole in my SOUL
Can you fill it? Can you fill it?
All of your flaws and all of my flaws
When they have been exhumed
We'll see that we need them to be who we are
Without them we'd be doomed
When all of your flaws and all of my flaws are counted
When all of your flaws and all of my flaws are counted
You have always worn your flaws upon your sleeve
And I have always buried them deep beneath the ground
Dig them up - let's finish what we started
Dig them up - so nothing's left unturned
Maybe someday they'll both make it. Maybe not.
But at least neither of them are getting through it alone.
asgore dreemurr.
∴ - ♥ - ✔
[artist]
They shone a chlorine light on
A host of individual sins
Let's carve my aging face off
Fetch us a knife, start with my eyes
Down so the lines form a grimacing smile
Close your eyes to corral a virtue
Is this fooling anyone else?
Never worked so long and hard
To cement a failure
With burnt sage and a forest of bygones
I click my heels
Get the devils in line
A list of things I could lay the blame on
Might give me a way out
But with each turn
It's this front and center
Like a dart stuck square in your eye
Every post you can hitch your faith on
Is a pie in the sky chock full of lies
A tool we devise to make sinking stones fly
And still to come
The worst part and you know it
There is a numbness
In your heart and it's growing
Sometimes Sans figures that there isn't a SOUL Underground who's lost more than the king under the mountain. He did his best, but when you're ruling alone, forging ahead with a crusade you don't even believe in - it'll leave scars on your SOUL, whether you like it or not.
napstablook.
∴ - ★
[artist]
Get sick in the Game
Old life's SOUL is a bundle
Get sick in the Game
Old life's SOUL is a bundle of hay
Stuck in the hip but gonna sail all the knees in the Game
Beating nobody but they don't have no knees in the Game
Stuck in the hip but gonna sail all the knees
Beating nobody but they turn me out
I'm gonna lay down
Get sick in the Game, lay down
Life's SOUL is a bundle, lay down
Get sick in the Game
Life's SOUL is a bundle of hay
I'm gonna lay down
Stuck in the hip but gonna sail, lay down
Beating nobody but they don't, lay down
All the knees in the Game
Beating nobody but they turn me out
Lay down
Lay down
Not an easy life, this ghost.
mettaton.
∴ - ₪ - ★ - ✂ - ¿
[artist]
All the remains of a cadaver of days
I keep hidden away, keep them there just in case
I wanna visit that place
Blow the dust from the bones
Off a body of years that I leave all alone
Just a body of years
See the skin disappears
And the blood turns to stone
In a body of years now a pile of bones
Like a sheet of veneer
Each a piece of my SOUL
It's a body of years that I leave all alone
It's just a body of years, now a pile of bones
Old SOUL who falls down
Can't stop tripping on these
Old roads I go down
It's just a body of years that I leave all alone
It's just a body of years, now a pile of bones
Like a sheet of veneer,
Each a piece of my SOUL
Like a pile of shit I can't seem to forget
Just a body of years that I leave all alone
Tell-tale diary pages
They unveil a ghost from the ages
When bodies of years were breaking from all of the weight
Of diary pages
With Papyrus's scarf in tow.
...
Best not to think about it.