cr chart.

[skelebro]

"It ends with me." ∴ - ✘ - ⚖ - ☞ - ✂ - ø [artist]

anthem delta rae [♬] 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 a n o n ↴




c r o s s - c a n o n ↴

g o d s ↴

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	∴ home	ღ family	♥ friend	₪ from elsewhere	✂ complicated	✔ trusted
	✘ nope	◑ eh	¿ uncertain	★ acquaintance	❖ warm acquaintance	⚖ judgment
	⚑ afraid	⚡ dangerous	☞ knows	ø unknown	回 roommate	❱ avoidance

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cross-canon.

[skelebro]

pacific rim.

[skelebro]

h̽e̹r̹m̀a͓n᷆ň g̸o̗t᷆t᷁l͏i͝e͋b̢.̶

[skelebro]

"..." ₪᷈͌̕ -᷀᷉̕ ♥᷿͓͐ -̛̠͢ ✔̻̆̂ -̻ͩ̕ ☞̓ͬ̓ [artist]

c̜̹͕̿ͤ̊̚a̙̙̜͊̐̌᷆ṋ̶̡ͮͩ̀͗ ị̛̟᷊̔̉᷄ ḛ̢̙̔͂̈ͩx͇͚᷉̓̑͢͠i̲̥͎̫͌̽ͣs͚͌͏᷊̘̙͌t̟̉͌᷁ͩ͌͟ missio [♬] Home is where they say the heart is Mine's buried in the yard Hell's a place they say is for sinners I'll be the man in charge But how can I e͠xͬiͧs̤t᷁ Within the midst of this? But how can I admit That I would QUIT on you? I wrote God a simple letter Still haven't heard from him I must have really messed up this time Shit must have hit the fan But how can I e̍x͔iͧs͆t̡ Within the midst of this? But how can I admit That I would QUIT on you?

H̶̢͙ͧ́̏̆̈̋ͬ̈́̓͟͟ͅE᷊̩͍͑᷃̅᷆᷈̽͊̂̋͢͞͝R̢̟̖ͮ̓̈᷈́̓̃͐̍ͯͭ͆M̷̡̮̝̩͙̮̂̿ͥ͐͆ͨ̎͜A̧̩͖͙᷀᷾̾̀̾ͯͨ̊̀ͫ̏N͇̝͍̳͙᷆̏ͥͩ̒ͩͩ̈́̈́͏N̡̨̛͓̬ͦ͂̆᷈ͬ̆̀᷾᷾͟ Ĝ̷̡̛̯͕͔̤̩̬̰̉͋ͪ͘O̭͚̙̯᷿᷉᷁ͨ͂̓᷉́͞͞ͅṰ̼̟᷊̺̠᷊̍᷃᷆ͫ̐ͫ᷄᷾T̸̢̮͓̜̗̗͒̊̏̓̀᷀ͩ͋L̶̛̬̱͙̎̑᷾᷈͗̾᷇᷁͢͞Î̷̴̙͍̝͕̫̪᷄̒̓̎̾͜E̡᷊̰᷂̥̬̭͚̯ͣͨ̋̀̒͢B̴̲̳̬̝̏͑̋᷉̀̽̐͊̒͝

He never got to say goodbye.

n̴eͅwͧt᷆ gͯe̠i͛s̛z̡l͒e͏r̫.̩

[skelebro]

"..." ₪̶̼͓ -̮̇ͪ ♥̙̺̓ -̋͐͌ ✔̰ͧ͡ -ͣ͆͊ ☞̷̟̔ [artist]

s̹̍̽ͫ͑̐̔l̤᷁ͭ̃̊̄͠ó̴̷̷̬̱̦w͂᷇̋᷅ͤ̈́͟l̨̪͎͍ͦ̔᷇y̥̲̬᷇ͭ͐̾,̣̼̻᷿᷄᷾ͫ n̨͓᷄͑̚͏̳o᷿̩͍̹ͦ̇᷾w̶̠̦͈̗᷉̊ sleeping at last [♬] Just when we think There is a chance There is never quite enough t̾iͬm̚e̶ left To prove our beliefs To prove we are strong But the curse of opinions and their views Are promising defeat Replacing L͚O͉V́E͠ with doubt and helplessness We just need some sͩl̖e̯e᷂p͉ We just need some time to catch our breath The fear that we feel in our troubled hearts Is told to be what will make us last We'll prove that we are strong Though our lines are bleeding through We are becoming whole, slowly now We just need some s͉l̤e̢e̊p̒ To dream away these fears We just need some ṫìm͉e̲ To clear our crowded minds

Ṇ̷̷̢̙̻̬̠ͫͩ̑̔᷄̀̚E̢̼̫͆᷀̐ͭͨ̂ͬ̆ͬ᷁͘͞W̜̰̠̰͍̻᷿̻͈̓᷀ͯ᷾̌͠T̵̢̗̱̞͔̩͆ͧͨ̂̄̌̚͞ G̴̞̻̠ͥ̂̎᷄ͮ̏͐᷄ͨ͐͠E͇᷿̫̜̠͔͉̫̖̊̉᷃̏͡ͅI̴̙͓̪᷿̯͙̹᷃̈́̅̏̊͘̚S̵̱̖̘̖̬̺̯̔̾̊̒̚͘̕Z̶᷂̰̦̬᷊̮̦̍᷇̀ͤ᷉͜͜L̛̠͈̬̱᷉᷆᷾᷾ͫ͑̆̈́ͣ͑Ę̧̲̱̹͕̺᷂͖̖̎ͭ̂͜͡Ṛ̶̷͈ͪ᷄ͮ̈́᷇ͬͦ᷾̾̎͜

* don't forget.

marvel.

[skelebro]

wade wilson.

[skelebro]

"Dude, if you needed someone to babysit you coulda just asked. Much better option than gettin' your ticket punched, y'know?" ₪ - ♥ - ✔ - ¿ - ✂ [artist]

the anchor bastille [♬] Let those fools be loud, let alarms ring out 'Cause you cut through all the noise Let the days be dark, let me hate my work 'Cause you cut through all the noise Bring me some HoPe By wandering into my mind Something to hold onto Morning, noon, day, or night You were the light that is blinding me You're the anchor that I tie to my brain 'Cause when it feels like I'm lost at sea You're the song I sing again and again All the time, all the time I think of you all the time Let the parties end when we lose our friends 'Cause you cut through all the noise Let the years roll on 'till the static comes 'Cause you cut through all the noise

WADE WILSON

Sans's third housemate, and one he appreciates on several levels. They met within minutes of Sans's arrival into the city as Wade merrily shot up several giant carnivorous spiders and saved Sans's life in the process, a fairly solid summation of how their friendship has continued onward since then. Partners in punning, shitposting, mocking the gods and the city they're trapped in, and making an absolute wreck of things. By now, however, he's gotten the idea that Wade's cheerful disposition, similarly to Sans's own, masks a wealth of issues that he's only begun to dip his toes into. With the disappearance of Hermann, Newt, and Arya, it's starting to feel more and more like they're the unlucky ones. Notably, he's one of the few people whom Sans has trusted as far as Chara and Frisk are concerned. He's good to them. Both of them.

the sundering.

[skelebro]

ushahin.

[skelebro]

"Life follows a series of predictable patterns. Very little changes. One person drops out of the story and another will take their place." ₪ - ⚡ - ¿ - ✂ - ⚖ - ø - ◑ [artist]

cry for judas the mountain goats [♬] Some things you do just to see How bad they'll make you feel Sometimes you try to freeze time 'Til the slots are a blur of spinning wheels But I am just a broken machine And I do things that I don't really mean Long black night, morning frost I'm still here, but all is lost Speed up to the precipice And then slam on the brakes Some people crash two or three times And then learn from their mistakes But we are the ones who don't slow down at all And there's nobody there to catch us when we fall Sad and angry, can't learn how to behave Still won't know how in the darkness of the grave Long black night, morning frost I'm still here, but all is lost

USHAHIN

A conundrum. As someone with the ability to travel into other people's minds and dreams, Sans regards Ushahin with no small amount of wariness and perpetual judgment for the flippancy with which he regards those barriers of the neurological and psychological nature. Despite this, since learning that Ushahin can no sooner control or switch off his power than he can walk on water, Sans's previously heavy judgment on the other man's use of his powers has eased somewhat. For now, Ushahin intrigues him. He's not willing to forgive the man for trespassing upon his mind, particularly as he continues to do so despite Sans's manifold warnings that he cease and desist. But still, there are certain peculiarities that remain interesting to him, and curious cross-universal constants that seem to have Ushahin thinking they could be linked.

until dawn.

[skelebro]

hannah washington.

[skelebro]

"So this place isn't all bad." ₪ - ¿ - ★ [artist]

don't fear the reaper blue oyster cult [♬] All our times have come Here but now they're gone Seasons don't fear the reaper Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain... we can be like they are Love of two is one Here but now they're gone Came the last night of sadness And it was clear she couldn't go on Then the door was open and the wind appeared The candles blew and then disappeared The curtains flew and then he appeared... saying don't be afraid Come on baby... and she had no fear And she ran to him... then they started to fly They looked backward and said goodbye... she had become like they are She had taken his hand... she had become like they are Come on baby... don't fear the reaper

HANNAH WASHINGTON

The sister of a guy named Josh who was in the city for a little bit before he unceremoniously vanished. He's not sure what her deal is; she seems nice enough, but if Chris's vague explanation as to what kind of "messed up stuff" happened back home is any indication, things won't necessarily be pleasant for her should she vanish.

chris.

[skelebro]

"I-I mean, I remember everything from here but at the same time it feels like I was just at home..." ₪ - ✂ - ♥ [artist]

better days citizen king [♬] One foot in the hole One foot getting deeper With a broken nail and a blown out speaker I ain't got much else to lose I'm faded, flat busted Been jaded, I've been dusted I know that I've seen better days Rained on, I've been stained on Found another goat I try to put the blame on And now I'm stepping on all the cracks So I guess there ain't no use I'm bent like glass Second hand like glory Missed the bus but I'm in no hurry Molasses fast, no business born I know that I've seen better days (And the bottom drops out) I've been the star of so many plays (And the bottom drops out) I walked on the edge without a hold whole way (And the bottom drops out) 'Cause I know, I know that I've seen better, better days (And the bottom drops out)

CHRIS

One of the many people Sans would affectionately refer to as his "nerd friends." The pair of them got along about as well as a talking skeleton could with a semi-universally friendly and amiable human, but for the slight hiccups that came with Confusion's arrival into the city. Only like so many of those Sans would grow attached to, he eventually disappeared. Unlike most of them, he came back.

sonic.

[skelebro]

shadow the hedgehog.

[skelebro]

"You're the most hypocritical individual I've ever met, did you know that?" ₪ - ✂ - ¿ - ☞ - ⚡ - ❖ [artist]

wrong side of history red vox [♬] You say your mind is never shut But you've got everything locked up You've got a sentimental feeling, But you're under someone else's thumb Gonna ACT this way, gonna think this way Gonna talk this way, gonna be the same Gonna look away, gonna play this game Gotta fit this way, gotta find a way Gonna throw away all the things you say Never gonna change Gonna walk away to the next charade Now you'll play the victim from the start Show off your sacred, bleeding heart You claim to know the path to healing Empathy for all, but not for some Gonna act this way, gonna think this way Gonna talk this way, gonna be the same Gonna look away, gonna play this game Gotta fit this way, gotta find a way Gonna throw away all the things you say Gonna change your name Before you take the stage, I'm gonna walk away

SHADOW THE HEDGEHOG

Things went one way, and then they went another. Initially, Sans came across as little more than the bumbling, inept, lazy, naive monster who sleeps too much and had no real purpose. Shadow seemed to buy into the front, at least for a time. With Confusion's arrival came explosive repercussions, a sense of envy, hatred, and frustration aimed at the skeleton who injured the hedgehog on accident, but never bothered to apologize or address the situation after. The interactions between the two that followed were tumultuous at best, neither particularly eager to run into the other. And yet, Shadow happened upon a compendium of research written in some...very, very interesting pictograms, making him one of the few people in the city to come to understand the perilous story of the doctor they belonged to. It certainly wasn't intentional on either of their parts, but in enlisting Shadow's help to destroy and conceal what few remnants of the doctor that remained - for the sake of Frisk and Chara, who were planning to use said research to achieve full erasure of self - the two finally seemed to come to a sense of understanding, and reconciliation.

the wolf among us.

[skelebro]

gren.

[skelebro]

"i hate you and everything you fuckin stand for." ₪ - ¿ - ★ [artist]

everything sucks descendents [♬] Got up this morning to make some coffee. Everything sucks today. Prayed someone hired a hitman to off me. Everything sucks today. Got up on the wrong side of life this morning. Nothin' today is gonna go my way. Horoscope told me lies this morning. I don't think anything's gonna be okay. Right girl didn't call, and the wrong one's knocking. Everything sucks today. Flat tire on my car, so I guess I'm walking. Everything sucks today. Taxman came and took my money. Now, all my other bills are gonna be late. My girlfriend's moving in this morning. I don't think anything's gonna be okay. Today! Everything sucks today! Everything sucks today! Everything sucks today!

GREN

In a single (hyphenated) word? Bad-tempered. Sans has fun playfully trolling him, even if Gren can't say the same. Sans knows next to nothing about him, but it's hilariously easy to push his easily-depressible buttons.

original.

[skelebro]

carlisle longinmouth.

[skelebro]

"I don't teach." ₪ - ♥ [artist]

get out circa survive [♬] I can't get started from the part where I left off yesterday Should've spent my time a little wiser I sat alone, guilty as sin Waiting for words to come From out of my head Still making sense to anyone I can't wait to understand the reason I have yet to translate Any meaning besides It's not worth it to try Get out Lock myself up in a room without a window just to see If it was any easier to breathe (I was wrong) Never underestimate the daylight There it's so much easier to breathe I can't wait to understand the reason I have yet to translate Any meaning beside It's not worth it to try There's no meaning besides It's not worth it to try Get out

CARLISLE LONGINMOUTH

Skittish about skeletons, nervous, and often pedantic to the point of bluster. Carlisle's perspective of monsters seems to have lightened somewhat since meeting Sans, which is a positive for just about everyone. Plus, he doesn't seem to mind engaging in wordplay and witty banter, which is always a plus in Sans's book. He's agreed to teach Sans about the minutiae of glyph-crafting for the purposes of healing, a skill for which Sans thankfully has a mild affinity due to being made of magic. While appreciative of Carlisle's acquiescence in agreeing to teach him, Sans invited Frisk to join in on the lessons, much to the man's chagrin. He's pleasant enough, though not exactly what Sans would call "personable."

d. gray-man.

[skelebro]

star wars.

[skelebro]

death note.

[skelebro]

hannibal.

[skelebro]

from dusk 'till dawn.

[skelebro]

fallout.

[skelebro]

alphas.

[skelebro]

the last of us.

[skelebro]