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funnybonez · 2 years

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LONG AGO, TWO RACES RULED THE EARTH.

HUMANS…

…AND MONSTERS.

rules. | nav. | verses.

#promo ━ 🦴

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funnybonez · 2 years

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It's Raining Somewhere Else

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funnybonez · 2 years

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* sluuuuuuurp.

* don’t mind him. he’s just enjoying a nice (nearly empty) spider cider, loudly, through a straw. +24 HP.

* “sure, pal.” a pause. “also it’s sanses.”

* Still think I could fight one of each sans at one time, and come out the victor. I mean, c’mon. They’re all so weak.

Silence before a cough.

* Cross does not get to fight with the Sans. Sani? Sanses?

#ic ━ 🦴#crack ━ 🦴

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funnybonez · 2 years

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I'm taking off, you might say

semi-selective, headcanon-based roleplay blog for Kris Dreemurr of Deltarune.

AU / Crossover / OC friendly

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I'll send a postcard from the sky.

#promo ━ 🦴

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funnybonez · 2 years

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Noo dont go into coma sans yuor so sexy haha

#ooc ━ 🦴#toriel ━ 🦴#papyrus ━ 🦴#(HEKXJRJFN this is so funny)#tw coma #tw medicine #tw hospital

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funnybonez · 2 years

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* breaking the barrier and making it to the surface was a big step for monsterkind. sans could never imagine what it would feel like to have the sun warm his bones. he gave up a long time ago ever experiencing such simple pleasures. that all changed with this run’s Frisk.

* for a moment, he was hopeful. stupid. he knew what happened when he let himself get this way. the rug was always pulled out from under him. a RESET hadn’t occurred, it seemed this was their path forward permanently… but not all humans were like the fallen child.

* sans was more aware than his good-hearted brother. he caught the stares and glimpses. pretended to not hear the murmuring. ignored children pointing. overnight he’d gone from worrying about one kid killing them all to a whole world. sure, there were kind souls but the nasty ones were so much louder.

* these thoughts hung over the shorter monster like a turbulent cloud, totally tuning him out from whatever Papyrus was chatting about until he heard his name. “hm? yeah, bro?” comparisons to the underground earned a genuine grin. “maybe they can’t afford the letters– like we saw on that human tv show. jeopardy.”

* a boney hand pressed to the freezer glass as he leaned up to check out the rest of the frozen sweets. “heh. don’t know if it tastes better than ours. s'only one way to find out. we should get it.” curious sockets trailed the line-up of the colorful boxes on display. “they don’t got unisicles or bisicles, just… popsicles.”

* the skeleton glanced up to revel in this discovery together but his grin fell when he noticed Papyrus’s wandering gaze. he followed it just in time to see the humans turn away. anger flared in his skull like a struck match. it was quickly snuffed out. just ignore it. acting out would only make the fragile relations between monsters and humans worse.

* "naw,” he started, opening the freezer to lean in and grab some ‘icecream’, “-bet they’re just upset since they seem t’be outta puppydough flavor.”

@funnybonez

A red car is left in the car park. Two skeleton brothers perusing the isles of a supermarket.

Papyrus spots a familiar frozen treat stored in the freezer isle. ‘Ice cream? Look Sans, the humans have nice cream too! Only, they don’t call it nice cream.’ Why on earth would they drop the ‘n’ from ‘nice’…it certainly made the dessert sound less appealing. ‘Do you think it tastes better than ours?’ He looks to Sans in thought. Though his eyes sockets soon drift to a couple of humans just behind Sans. They’re staring. Why? Perhaps they want to make friends? Or perhaps they can offer an explanation to this icy conundrum.

Papyrus waves to said humans, but for his efforts, is rewarded with a view of their backs. ‘Hmm.’

Perhaps they were offended by his comparison between ice cream and nice cream?

‘Those humans just now looked very upset…do you think it was something I said, Sans?’

#ic ━ 🦴#popeyerus

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funnybonez · 2 years

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He felt the cold hit the side of his skull. Nice shot, Sans, he’ll give you that one. Too bad it’ll be the last one. Either way, Gaster spins on a dime, hovering effortlessly as he stares down at the frightened monster before him.

What a coincidence… ( 🕈︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ ✌︎ 👍︎⚐︎✋︎☠︎👍︎✋︎👎︎☜︎☠︎👍︎☜︎📬︎ )

There was obviously no good intentions of him here, why would he even be here if he wasn’t going to cause misfortune. Though, he was quick to reach out towards the skeleton. He opened one of his large, holed, clawed hands before placing a decently sized present on the ground.

It won’t kill you. It will not cause any physical harm. You have my word on that. ( ✋︎❄︎ 🕈︎⚐︎☠︎🕯︎❄︎ 😐︎✋︎☹︎☹︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎📬︎ ✋︎❄︎ 🕈︎✋︎☹︎☹︎ ☠︎⚐︎❄︎ 👍︎✌︎🕆︎💧︎☜︎ 🏱︎☟︎✡︎💧︎✋︎👍︎✌︎☹︎ ☟︎✌︎☼︎💣︎📬︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ ☟︎✌︎✞︎☜︎ 💣︎✡︎ 🕈︎⚐︎☼︎👎︎ ⚐︎☠︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎📬︎ )

Gaster took a couple ‘strides’ back, not for safety, but to watch the Sans’ full reaction. From head to toe. Every particle, every single inch of bone.

Go ahead and open it. You can trust me. ( ☝︎⚐︎ ✌︎☟︎☜︎✌︎👎︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ ⚐︎🏱︎☜︎☠︎ ✋︎❄︎📬︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ 👍︎✌︎☠︎ ❄︎☼︎🕆︎💧︎❄︎ 💣︎☜︎📬︎ )

* everything about xgaster was unsettling. from the smirk chiseled into jaw bone, his stark figure, and ghostly yet precise movements. an abomination from another world that didn’t belong here. freakin’ creepy, man. that smug attitude grated on what little patience sans had.

* a sinking feeling weighed down metaphorical guts at the reveal of the gift (major airquotes) with all its disclaimers. part of him wanted to dip – just run away. he was too tired for this – but he knew he couldn’t. if the other couldn’t get what he wanted from sans, he’d find it elsewhere. that wasn’t something worth risking.

* teeth gnashed together to steel resolve. pink slippers sunk into fresh snowfall as his stance shifted away from something ready to flee. fine. he’ll play. “sandy claws, you’re looking thin. bit early for giftmas.”

* it took more effort than sans would like to admit to steady his hand before slipping it from his pocket. magic encompassed twitching phalanges, an unseen force yanked the lid off as he pointed upward.

* “heh. might just be a bag o’ bones but… been lied to too many times to offer anymore trust, pal.” Especially to someone like you.

* curiosity overtook learned fear. the smaller monster shuffled in and leaned forward, interest arching dark sockets upward.

#ic ━ 🦴#overwrite-x

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funnybonez · 2 years

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“ A little bit tired of trying to care when I don't. ”

#ooc ━ 🦴#tunes ━ 🦴#musing ━ 🦴#(the tired vibez in this is very sans)

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funnybonez · 2 years

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[[ from @ricefriskytreats lord forgive me for what I'm about to do. ]]

❛ brush . work a brush / comb through my muse’s hair .

The human brushes the fluff on the hood of his coat, and after some deliberation. "Brushes" his skull as well.

// @ricefriskytreats

* letting a bored child doll you up isn’t a new concept. splashes of bold makeup smeared across lips or eyelids. hair yanked and twirled into messy braids.

* well,

* sans didn’t have those, not that any of that stopped him from agreeing to let the kid have at him anyway. sat on the floor in front of the couch in the skelebro’s living room, a chin rested in a propped up bony palm. his eyes had long drifted shut, sharing the same lazy grin as a sunbathing cat.

* brush, brush, brush

* it wasn’t his own hair but the rhythmic motion of the tool working through the fluff on his parka was relaxing. mental note: get a wig for future makeovers. heh. maybe he could drop by a salon and see what the therapeutic salon experience s’all about. definitely would pass out during the shampoo and wash.

* brush

* an eye peeked open as the bristles tickled the top of his skull. “y’think you’re real hair-larious, huh? when my luscious locks grow in i’ll be the one laughing.” a dramatic flick of his head to showcase hair he didn't have.

#ic ━ 🦴#v ?? — pending verse #(HDKXJDND PLEASE… thats so funny)

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funnybonez · 2 years

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𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 & 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 (a series of nonverbal prompts . mature themes present , ‘ my ’ muse belongs to the one who posted the meme - send “ + REVERSE ” to reverse the prompts .)

→ 𝐈 . GENERAL

❛ hush . raise a finger in a gesture to silence my muse . ❛ sit . gesture for my muse to sit down . ❛ door . hold a door open for my muse . ❛ tap . tap my muse on the shoulder to garner their attention . ❛ hunger . give my muse something to eat / drink . ❛ cook . present my muse with home - cooked food . ❛ brush . work a brush / comb through my muse’s hair . ❛ read . silently read a book alongside my muse . ❛ hand . hold out a hand for my muse to take . ❛ dressed . help my muse put on an article of clothing . ❛ note . give my muse a note saying : [ content ] . ❛ amplify . turn up the music in the car .

→ 𝐈𝐈 . ANGST

❛ patch . help my muse patch up a wound . ❛ night terrors . hold my muse after they wake up from a nightmare . ❛ company . silently sit with my muse to comfort them. ❛ hospital . my muse is told that yours is in the hospital . ❛ revelation . show my muse evidence of a lie they told . ❛ indulge . find my muse drinking to cope . ❛ downfall . find my muse collapsed on the ground . ❛ console . comfort my muse as they cry . ❛ nurse . give my muse company in the hospital .

→ 𝐈𝐈 . AFFECTIONATE

❛ wink . wink at my muse . ❛ wrap . wrap an arm around my muse’s [ shoulders / waist ] . ❛ caress . gently caress my muse’s face . ❛ tousle . mess playfully with my muse’s hair . ❛ chest . place your head on my muse’s chest . ❛ comb . comb fingers through my muse’s hair . ❛ grasp . run to my muse & jump into their arms . ❛ lean . lean on my muse’s shoulder . ❛ tender . kiss my muse on the [ forehead / cheek / nose ] . ❛ abrupt . kiss my muse out of the blue . ❛ chaste . chastely kiss my muse . ❛ good morning . kiss my muse the morning after . ❛ volumes . gaze at my muse in a way that silently says ‘i love you’ .

→ 𝐈𝐈𝐈 . VIOLENT

❛ strike . [ slap / punch ] my muse in the face . ❛ gun . wield a gun at my muse . ❛ twist . twist my muse’s arm behind their back . ❛ throttle . aggressively wrap your hands around my muse’s throat . ❛ parch . burn my muse with a hot object . ❛ take down . forcefully bring my muse to the ground . ❛ gouge . wield a sharp object at my muse . ❛ shunt . shove my muse backwards . ❛ stickup . yell at my muse to put their hands in the air. ❛ shoot . [ fatally / non-fatally ] shoot my muse . ❛ stab . stab my muse with a [ knife / other object ].

→ 𝐈𝐕 . NSFW

❛ surprise . send an unexpected nsfw image to my muse . ❛ pin . push my muse against a [ wall, table, other ] . ❛ go down . go down on my muse . ❛ choke . intimately wrap your hands around my muse’s throat . ❛ belt loops . pull my muse closer by their belt loops . ❛ skinny dipping . go skinny dipping with my muse . ❛ rip . tear a piece of clothing from my muse’s body . ❛ mark . leave a mark on my muse’s body [ specify where ] .

#ooc ━ 🦴#rp memes ━ 🦴#long post #(please ignore the nsfw section at the bottom hskxbdnd)

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funnybonez · 2 years

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There was a silence through the air, one that spoke louder than sound could. XGaster was standing idly outside the skelebro’s home, with one thing special about it. He was facing away, and it seemed that the people passing by didn’t see him.

But Sans could. He made sure of it, glancing left and right as he waited like a lion waiting for it’s prey to pass by. Though, he wasn’t here for any other reason than to get some amusement over the skeleton’s situation…

I wonder if he even cares that I’ll kill his brother. ( ✋︎ 🕈︎⚐︎☠︎👎︎☜︎☼︎ ✋︎☞︎ ☟︎☜︎ ☜︎✞︎☜︎☠︎ 👍︎✌︎☼︎☜︎💧︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ ✋︎🕯︎☹︎☹︎ 😐︎✋︎☹︎☹︎ ☟︎✋︎💧︎ 👌︎☼︎⚐︎❄︎☟︎☜︎☼︎📬︎ )

This was a threat he made, just in case Sans was in earshot- er- skullshot? Hearing distance, let’s go with that one. He needed to draw the skeleton out to mess with him. Chara’s emotions were beginning to bore him.

Like the monsters of Snowdin who couldn’t see XGaster, Sans pretended he couldn’t. What guy? Is that a new lamp post they installed on the street?

Ignore him. You’ve seen and done enough with a situation that has nothing to do with you.

A shortcut was all the skelebro needed to get inside.

He lifted the blinds in his room to peek out. Yep. Still there. Fatigue etched into his expression. Already done with whatever this was and nothing had happened yet.

He’s just standing there. Menacingly.

There was nothing left to do except go about his routine of doing nothing – with breaks to check on the looming, bonely guy loitering outside his house. Get a hobby. Touch some snow. Anything, just leave. Man, if Undyne could see him, he’d ask her to write him a ticket. S’illegal, y’know.

I wonder if he even cares that I’ll kill his brother.

Sans hadn’t realized just how thin he’d been stretched. Pushed to the edge. Fragile. Agitated. At least, not until he was suddenly outside in a literal blink, wet snow packed into a ball and thrown at the taller monster with a little more oomph than he’s used to. A shaky exhale. Fuck.

The skeleton’s quick to blink away the engulfing blue and force a lazy smile; his poker face. Hands stuff into his oversized parka to mask furious trembling.

* “ we don’t want any. scram. ”

#ic ━ 🦴#overwrite-x #(thanks for the starter its fantastic!!)

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