#hehe!

if anyone has the means/wants to give me a gift, i will love u forever (this is a lie, i already love u forever <3)

Is he hurt? Has he been caught up by someone? Oh dear, what if he has to handle a problem… Percival does not mind it, but this is not his castle. He doesn’t even have access to the armory

Perhaps a dagger will do. If… if need be…

He shifts, moving slightly to feel the blade he had hidden in his clothing. It was a favorite of his. He puts a hand to the hidden pommel, pausing.

No. He wont need it. He shouldn’t need it. No reasonable prince would need a blade in case his love had gone too close to a lady, or lord, or god forbid someone truly royal. Another knight would be fine. Below him. Below everyone.

Dweller Sans is unfortunate enough, to reside within an underground hosting the amalgamation APOCALYPSE! Yaaay~

There will be more on the background at a later time ;3

For now, welcome to the underdwelling!

My swap sans variant! Teal, his au glitches and disappears, catapulting him in to an adjacent timeline much like his! Oh boy and he’s gotta blend in… as a long lost twin of the resident snas XD. It couldn’t get worse

Wants to be the center for the show, but is greatly embarrassed ~ (he just wants some attention/don’t leave him behind)

𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙽𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷:   @g1eek,   + maude.

   casper  stood  at  the  kitchen  sink  with  her  sleeves  rolled  to  her  elbows  ,  rinsing  dried  coffee  from  a  mug  that  very  obviously  did  not  belong  to  her  .  the  faucet  hissed  steadily  beneath  her  hands  while  late  sunlight  spilled  through  the  window  in  fractured  ribbons  ,  gilding  the  cluttered  countertops  until  even  the  mess  looked  softer  than  it  deserved  .  she  had  already  washed  three  plates  that  weren't  hers  ,  thrown  away  takeout  containers  abandoned  on  the  coffee  table  ,  and  wiped  down  a  counter  sticky  enough  to  glue  paper  to  stone  .

   she  reached  for  the  dish  towel  without  looking  up  .  "  if  you're  going  to  leave  your  mess  everywhere  ,  at  least  stop  pretending  someone  else  enjoys  cleaning  it  .  "  her  voice  carried  easily  through  the  house  .  level  .  calm  .  stripped  of  accusation  and  somehow  sharper  because  of  it  .  casper  had  never  learned  how  to  make  her  words  gentler  simply  because  people  disliked  hearing  them  .  the  towel  moved  methodically  over  the  ceramic  before  she  finally  glanced  toward  the  doorway  .

   "  and  before  you  tell  me  it  wasn't  yours  ⸻  it  was  .  i  watched  you  walk  away  from  it  this  morning  .  "  she  set  the  mug  down  with  deliberate  care  .  "  actually  ,  that's  becoming  a  pattern  .  "  her  gaze  lingered  only  a  second  before  drifting  back  to  the  sink  .  "  not  the  dishes  .  you  .  "  another  pause  .  "  every  conversation  i  overhear  ends  the  same  way  .  someone  leaves  looking  embarrassed  and  you  leave  looking  satisfied  .  if  that's  the  goal  ,  congratulations  .  you're  consistent  .  "