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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 |
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carlisle longinmouth.
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[artist]
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
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."
rey.
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[artist]
In demon days, it's cold inside
You don't get nobody, people sigh
It's so bad, lasting far, but love yourself
Hiding in a hole in there
All the glasses are too big
Bring it back, got to hold it back
To let you do that yet you don't want me back
Before it fall down, falling down falling down
Falling out to go far from the soul
In these demon days
It's so cold inside
So hard for a good soul to survive
You can't even trust the air you breathe
Because mother earth wants us all to leave
When lies become reality
You numb yourself with drugs and T.V.
So pick yourself up, it's a brand new day
So turn yourself round
Don't burn yourself, turn youself
Turn yourself around
To the sun!
To the sun, to the sun...
To the sun, to the sun...
rosie.
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回- ✂ - ❱[artist]
Well I know, I miss more than hit
With a face that was launched to sink
An' I seldom feel, the bright relief
It's been the worst day since yesterday
If there's one thing I have said
Is that the dreams I once had, now lay in bed
As the four winds blow, my wits through the door
It's been the worst day since yesterday
Fallin' down to you sweet ground
Where the flowers they bloom
Well it's there I'll be found
Though these wounds have seen no wars
Except for the scars I have ignored
And this endless crutch, well it's never enough
It's been the worst day since yesterday
marian tenebris.
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[artist]
Spooky, scary skeletons
Send shivers down your spine
Shrieking skulls will shock your soul
Seal your doom tonight
We're so sorry, skeletons
You're so misunderstood
You only want to socialize
But I don't think we should
'Cause spooky, scary skeletons
Shout startling shrilly screams
They'll sneak from their sarcophagus
And just won't leave you be
Spirits supernatural
Are shy, what's all the fuss?
But bags of bones seem so unsafe
It's semi-serious
Spooky, scary skeletons
Are silly all the same
They'll smile and scrabble slowly by
And drive you so insane
She's got an affinity for numbers and a growing friendship with Alphys, and he can't begrudge her any for that. Maybe one of these days they can hold an actual conversation that's not just suspicious jabs from one or both sides.