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❤ phthalo (sans) + blue + aesthetic post ❤ for @punassailable / @skulltramarine ❤

Mado’s cute but dumb drawings of y’all gremlins || ACCEPTING

          ❛ Hello, Sans. ❜

                            A slow wave.

     The greeting was followed by a different hand movement not usually found in sign language-- two fingers held up beside the elemental’s face and slowly tilted forwards alongside his head to symbolise someone sleeping. It had been a symbol Grillby had made soon after he had met the skeleton-- a personalised sign for the other’s name.

          ❛ I was closing up soon. How can I help? ❜

     He hardly minded the skeleton being here so late, really, so he made sure to allow the smaller access into the building if he wanted a drink or just company.

They didn’t like Sans.

Frisk didn’t know why, but the sight of the skeleton always set them on edge, muscles tense and shoulders drawn in tight. It wasn’t as if they’d ever been attacked by a Sans before, but they just didn’t trust him.

|| @punassailable.

She’s had enough.

Yna’s earfins flapped momentarily in an attempt to release a bit of stress (no wonder alternates seem to do it so often), a long muffled grunt escaping her lips. There seemed to be no place at all where a little bit of silence could be drawn from; no area or space to keep herself away from pointlessly noisy colleagues or--

She breathed deeply after a few more bouts of frustration, a hand running through her hair as she took a good look on where she landed; it wasn’t much change from those she had previously visited, the usual mossy greens and faint yellows, the smell of damp land and the sound of distant music the primary experience. Yna chose then to lie flat on the grass somewhere among the echoflowers, closing her eyes for a good long while. Rarely had she ever felt extreme disappointment towards anyone besides herself, so she needed to think.

 IT was so COLD compared to the comforting fire back  at Toriel’s place. The child chose this path purely out of  curiosity, wielding the frying pan as a caution. She was  warned not to leave through the basement. She should’ve  listened, but she couldn’t help it. What was so important  beyond those basement doors? She quickly learned  exactly what the moment those doors closed, and she  couldn’t get back. So ONWARD was the only choice she  had.

 SPOTTING a strange wooden stand, she approached.  Her hands were raised to lift herself up over the wooden  stand to take a peek behind, unsure of what she expected  to see.