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‘ DA’ !! ’
“ m’little flurry flake “
tagged by: @theirmercy tagging: : ))))
basics
> name: comic sans serif font > age: 200 + > species: monster | skeleton
bold what applies
drinker / smoker / done/does drugs / knows what a broken heart feels like / has committed a crime / suffers a physical disability / suffers a mental disorder / has experienced severe trauma
details
> biggest fear: to be the reason he loses everyone. whether he loses them because he is too sarcastic, too apathetic, or because they find out how damaged he honestly is and do not want to be a part of his life anymore. > recurring nightmare: unable to move, unable to run away, cruel laughter, hard hands that slowly turn soft against him and bait him because he did this. he’s the reason why this is happening, he better be quiet or else other people will know every little thing. > something they miss: his brother’s constant presence. pap’s college is very important to him and he would never, ever discourage it, but he misses pap at times. > biggest regret: getting close to the wrong monster. > pressure point: feeling useless, worthless, unclean, unwanted, dirty. > a secret: when he was with his past partner who abused him, sans started to like some of the things done to him. some of the abuse he suffered felt earned, and good.
pick one
fire or water mother or father to hurt or be hurt eerie or gory unrequited love or no love
( irradiancies )
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“ i dunno if i need any thyme when you’ve thrown so many bones my way. it’s like gyftmas up ‘n here with how much humerus pun we’re havin’. ”
MUN INFO. SHEET.
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* i don’t think you’re as apathetic as you think you are.
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“ … ya think so, kid? ”
they’re right.
not that sans wants them to know that.
he isn’t a good monster. not really. it’d take an idiot to not know that. he pushes people out, lies to them, smiles eternally (by choice) to make sure nobody forgets him, nobody takes him seriously, nobody cares what happens. because you never question why the comic relief got slapped around a bit.
you just laughed.
“ heh. noted. “
he’s got to try to stop trying so hard, huh? but he couldn’t exactly stop. he had work to do, bills to pay, and mouths to feed. whether or not the kid noticed ... well, he couldn’t help that, could he?
“ why don’t we keep that to ourselves, aye? ”
WARM AND FUZZY MEME! SEND AN EMOTICON FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION TO: 🍨 YOUR MUSE SHARING A DESSERT WITH MINE 🎂 YOUR MUSE CELEBRATING MINE’S BIRTHDAY WITH MINE ☕ YOUR MUSE BRINGING MINE A WARM DRINK 🍴 YOUR MUSE MAKING DINNER FOR MINE 👻 YOUR MUSE TELLING MINE A SPOOKY STORY BY TORCHLIGHT 💀 YOUR MUSE COMFORTING MY MUSE DURING A SCARY MOVIE 💍 YOUR MUSE PROPOSING TO MINE 👶 YOUR MUSE REVEALING THAT THEY ARE PREGNANT WITH MY MUSE’S BABY 💋 YOUR MUSE GIVING MINE A KISS (SPECIFY WHERE) 👐 YOUR MUSE GIVING MINE A HUG 🐟 YOUR MUSE TAKING MINE TO THE AQUARIUM FOR THE DAY 🐜 YOUR MUSE ‘SAVING’ MY MUSE FROM AN ‘ENORMOUS’ BUG 💐 YOUR MUSE BRINGING MY MUSE FLOWERS 🌱 YOUR MUSE AND MY MUSE PLANTING A GARDEN TOGETHER 🌛 YOUR MUSE CUDDLING MINE AS THEY SETTLE DOWN TO SLEEP 🌟 YOUR MUSE TAKING MINE STARGAZING ⛈ YOUR MUSE COMFORTING MINE DURING A THUNDERSTORM ☀ YOUR MUSE SLATHERING MY MUSE IN SUNBLOCK ☂ YOUR MUSE SHIELDING MY MUSE FROM RAIN ❄ YOUR MUSE THROWING A SNOWBALL AT MY MUSE 💧 YOUR MUSE CLIMBING INTO THE SHOWER WITH MINE 🐁 YOUR MUSE 'SAVING’ MY MUSE FROM AN 'ENORMOUS’ MOUSE 🛀 YOUR MUSE RUNNING A BUBBLE BATH FOR MINE 🎨 YOUR MUSE DRAWING/PAINTING A PORTRAIT OF MY MUSE ⚽ YOUR MUSE CHALLENGING MY MUSE TO A GAME 🎸 YOUR MUSE PLAYING MUSIC/SINGING FOR MY MUSE 💌 YOUR MUSE SENDING MINE A LOVE LETTER 🎁 YOUR MUSE GIVING MINE A GIFT 💔 YOUR MUSE COMFORTING MINE AFTER THEIR HEART IS BROKEN ❤ YOUR MUSE DECLARING LOVE FOR MINE 💕 YOUR MUSE TELLING MY MUSE THAT THEY WILL ALWAYS BE FRIENDS
flurry smooches the soft dad! ❤
@resetkid
she knows she messed up.
how does sans know she knows? she’s curled up on his back, voluntarily, in front of the other kids in her class. head tucked tightly against his neck and hoodie, and he’s sighing softly.
this morning had been a hectic thing. filled with shouts and unhappy skeletons, awkwardly scooting around the death god placed at the table as-to not accidentally bump into him while they scrambled to get out of the house on time. flurry, as usual, had tried (forcing a sniff and giving squish wide eyes) to convince the skeleton she was sick.
sans didn’t have time that morning.
he was late, and she needed to be on the bus, and death was not helping by chuckling over his coffee just sitting back in his chair and then ink just had to show up, didn’t he? and fucking drux still asleep on the goddamn couch-
everything was too much and everything was making sans twitchy. he’d shouted, loudly, jolting one sleeping skeleton and causing the rest of the household to freeze in surprise. because sans never shouted. he did his best to keep his voice level and soft and understanding. but he didn’t even say anything twice about it, instead he just told flurry to get it together, go to school, and she had, silent. barely hugging him before she’s rushing out of the house, and he’s left before death can try to psycho analyze him.
now, he’s walking with flurry on his back. the small human nestled, giving him a soft smooch to his cheekbone. gentle eye lights shift to look back at his daughter quietly before he’s looking forward again.
❛ Da’ ... ? ‘m sor- ❜
“ no yer not, squirt. wasn’t yer fault. ”
flurry’s voice hit him a bit harder than he wanted to admit. worry lacing her tone, a nervous energy building underneath the surface. he had to fix it, before she could stew on the comment more than she already had.
“ ‘m sorry. i lost my temper, i was late and i let that get ta me. ”
he should never have. but it happened, and now he lives with his consequences. gently he scoots his daughter up a bit more. he’s just barely taller than her. he won’t be able to do this much longer. fingers wrap a bit more firmly around his neck, and he can hear her. voice muffled, quiet.
sans smiles.
“ i know ... i love you too, my little flurry flake. ”
"How does Moses make coffee? Hebrews it,"
BRUM
BRUM
BRUUUUUM
don’t mind sans, he’s filling your life with incidental music.
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ANXIOUS SWEATING !! DAD NO —
#flurry vc: not again!!!
d a d
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// @theirmercy
“ badum-ts. ”
you’re welcome, sans literally gave you his sound affect. goddamn perfect.
“ really knew how ta angle that one there, huh? ”
❝Of course I trust you.❞
personality starters // @sparemercy
Trust is a fickle thing.
One that is earned from action, and so he is surprised that he’s being given that credit when he hasn’t done anything for it. ( okay, perhaps once or twice he had helped ‘rescue’ the kid, but it was never intentional, never anything he had meant to make an impact ) but it had. it had and he’s shuffling his feet and a crooked grin tipped to his teeth.
So, it’s with a sharp sucking in of breath and an awkward chuckle that it finally falls from him:
“ but … why? ”
* you don’t have to act so tough
personality starters // @theirmercy
“ eh, i know, but sometimes humans get a li’l pushy when ya don’t. ”
sans winked at his alternate, shifting to lean back more firmly against the bar, swirling a drink in his hand, a grin tipped across his teeth.
“ didn’t mean fer ya ta get caught up in that though, sorry pal. ”
Flurry, awake on a Saturday morning? Unfortunately so. The child jolted awake from a nightmare much too early with her hands clapped to her mouth, wheezing in utter panic, face melting into itself horrifically in the face of such distress. She’s glad Dad didn’t hear her. He shouldn't have to see that. Still upset, Flurry opts to seek out comfort once she's cleaned herself up. She knocks at Squish’s door softly before peeping in regardless. ❛ D-ad? Sorry, are- are y’ up? ❜
Saturday mornings were when Flurry was asleep, so Sans took advantage of it.
Scheduling in his calendar for his working days, so he could plan around what he’d need to do. When he’d have time to check homework, when he’d need to write a note for Miss Amherst requesting if she could sit with Flurry on certain topics on certain days because he was too busy, when bills needed to be paid, when movie nights started … That calendar was probably the one, single most organized thing Sans had in his life, and he always re-scheduled it on Saturday morning, in bed, with a cup of coffee on his nightstand.
So he didn’t anticipate the noise from a room over. The sound was strange, but he tried to brush it off. Flurry was never up this early —
Until she was.
The knock on the door made him know he was wrong. Door hinges creaking as she pushed them in, Flurry’s voice thick was worry and uncertainty it made Sans’ gut clench. He should have gotten up, he should have checked on her, should have seen what that noise was. ( he’s not used to being a full fledged dad, he’s not used to having so many extra responsibilities )
Smiling softly, Sans shifted to sit up a bit more fully, settling the calendar and pen down on his nightstand next to a cup of steaming coffee.
“ ‘m awake, flurry flake. ”
The nickname is said so softly, gentle hand patting the spot next to him on his bed.
“ c’mon up here, squirt. ”
And as soon as she clambered up onto the bed, Sans instinctively wrapped an arm around her and tugged the small girl into his side. Phalanges curling and carefully picking through the knotted mess of hair. Letting her rest against his side and curl up next to him without ever asking what happened. He didn’t need to know.
Flurry would tell him when she wanted to.
Personality Starters
(as requested by anon)
Starters:
❝Why do you have to be so stubborn?❞
❝I know you better than you know yourself.❞
❝You don’t have to be so rude.❞
❝You’re so dynamic, that’s what I love about you.❞
❝You need to learn to put yourself first.❞
❝Fuck love.❞
❝Well that was brutally honest.❞
❝Perfectionism only ends in disappointment.❞
❝I have to be perfect.❞
❝You don’t have to act so tough.❞
❝Why do you pretend not to care?❞
❝Don’t you believe in me?❞
❝I don’t think you’re as apathetic as you think you are.❞
❝I love your zest for life.❞
❝You’re really brave.❞
❝That took a lot of courage. Thanks.❞
❝Life really isn’t as great as you make it out to be.❞
❝Life really isn’t as bad as you make it out to be.❞
❝I don’t understand you.❞
❝You don’t understand me.❞
❝I know you’re only mean because people were mean to you but is this really what you want?❞
❝Your smile is contagious.❞
❝Why are you so self-critical?❞
❝Thanks for trusting me.❞
❝Of course I trust you.❞

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He doesn’t look like the other monsters that lurk down this pathway.
Flurry knows they all come here to linger outside the Ruins door clad in red and black. They await the arrival of their final soul. They don’t wish to repeat their last mistake. The eighth human child was fortunate enough to slip away from them before they could be hauled off to the king and they disappeared into the forest long ago; they ran, they ran away and the snowfall covered their tracks.
Every dog monster was tasked with sniffing them out and turned up absolutely nothing. The dirt streaked across Flurry’s grubby sweater masked the scent of potential prey as well as the stench of their fear. They were dismissed as nothing more than some weird runt puppy left to perish in the cold. ( None of the poor dogs seem to have particularly stellar eyesight. Or focus on the task at hand. ) They’ve hidden away ever since, cold and hungry but relatively safe in the treeline.
He wears blue like Flurry used to. Maybe that explains the strange draw they feel to this stranger? Some part of them wants to call out to him, ask if he’s okay or lost but he could be dangerous. This could be a trick. The kid contents themselves with observing – perhaps a little more obviously than is typical for them. Normally they’d watch through the foliage of a bush or within the upper branches of a tree but they peep out at him from behind a tree trunk instead.
“ . . . ? ”
another underfell timeline, huh?
sans almost sighed by how predictable this seemed to be getting. his exploration into other universes was getting cut down to specifics now. things being different only by the monsters and how their specific personality interacted rather than the universe itself. a shame, he’d been hoping for something big this time around. rubbing a gloved hand along the back of his head, he’s eyeing where he came from. the dogs’ll likely tear his bones apart in this world.
being careful would serve him well while exploring, but before he’s moving on, he’s noticed something out of the corner of his socket. movement hidden behind the trees. he knows whoever’s there is scared, gotta be.
“ suppose i’ll just be goin’ this’a way. ”
loudly does the skeleton speak, drawling out words in a deep, thrumming tone. it’s warmer, more gentle, a skeleton who knows his way around an audience, even those who were terrified of him.
so off he goes. walking listlessly to the next area before he’s vanished from thin air. short, staticy feeling of magic curling up behind the little human and there he is again. standing behind them. chummy smile and lazy sockets now looking over the peeping tom with some interest. her hair was a rats nest and there were bandages wrapped about her eye in quite a familiar pattern. sans decides, what’s best now is to hold out his gloved hand towards her with a wink and a clever grin.
“ c’mon, don’t you know how ta greet a new pal? ”
urging her with a light insistence of the gesture.
“ turn ‘round and shake my hand. ”
he doesn’t fit in here. not with his soft edges and lack-of visible pointedness, his the lights that accompany dark sockets a gentle white. the human had every right to be wary ... but there was less things to be chilled to the bone about than this short skeleton here.
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