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so-called-ghost · 4 months

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Can you believe I've never done Farmtale Sans before? As a certified country girl? Shocking, I know. I'll rectify this issue with my latest brainrot scenario immediately

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“whoever this is, it better be real fuckin’ important,” the voice at the other end said, gruff and tired, heavy with a mix of annoyance and sleepiness.

Immediately, shame washed over you. The very small amount of steam you’d managed to muster up completely dissipated from your body as you imagined Sans’ disappointed and disbelieving reaction to your pathetic request.

This was a mistake.

“... H-hey. Uhm... I’m fine, I didn’t mean to call. Butt dial, hahah.” Your voice nearly cracked. “Sorry for waking you up.”

“... wait.” His voice instantly changed. “hey, don’t hang up-”

You didn’t hear the rest of what he said. You hung up, and put the phone down. Now you were right back to square one, sitting at the kitchen table in a freezing empty house at 2 in the morning. It had taken you almost half an hour to muster up the courage to call him- thirty minutes of sitting by the phone, wrapped up in your coat, shaking and holding back tears. You started plotting places you were going to sleep. Maybe if you put more wood in the kitchen stove, you could just sleep at the table until morning.

... You inherited this place from your grandmother. It was a ‘rustic’ house that hadn’t seen human company for over a decade, in the middle of the deep countryside, cut off from almost everything. Spooky, draughty, on nights like tonight sitting in the kitchen was like sitting in a fridge. You had moved out of necessity- your landlord in the city had evicted you from your beloved apartment to jack up his prices, and you couldn’t find anywhere else to live except this middle-of-nowhere house left in your name.

You had lived in the city your whole life. You weren’t used to being in the country, not at all. The month you’d spent here had only reinforced that fact to you, over and over.

Something made a noise outside. An animal, maybe. You curled your coat tighter around you.

The only upside so far had been meeting the monsters that made up the tight-knit community you had been unceremoniously dropped into. Papyrus and Sans, especially, had been so wonderful and helpful. Sans had told you to call if you needed anything.

... Which was exactly why you didn’t have the heart to tell him why you were really calling. You didn’t want him to think any worse of you than he probably already did. A stuck-up city girl who doesn’t know what she’s doing.

You were scared.

...

The phone rang. The sound made you jump, it felt so loud in the silence. Despite your increasing shame, and the desire to just let it ring... you picked up.

“c’mon, don’t be like that.” He sounded much softer than when he had first answered. “what’s wrong? something happen?”

“N-no.” Hearing someone else’s voice was so comforting. You felt so alone, far away from everyone. “It’s nothing.”

You obviously weren’t very convincing. “doesn’t seem like nothing. you sound terrified.”

“I’m just cold.”

“didja kill someone? do i need to come over and help hide a body?”

You couldn’t help it, that made you giggle a little.

...

It just came. You didn’t entirely know why. Probably because it was two, and you hadn’t slept since six the previous morning. Unable to help yourself, you just... burst into tears.

“hey. s’ok, you’re gonna be ok. i’m on the way.”

“N-no, no, please,” You pressed your sleeve against your eyes The shame was absolutely overwhelming. “Please don’t come,”

“too late. already outta bed, it’s serious business. you gonna tell me what’s got you all shaken up?”

You pulled your knees up to your face. Well, no hiding it now, huh? He’d heard you sobbing over the phone. Your voice crumpled under a mixture of tears, fear, immense fatigue and shame. You felt like such a baby.

“Th-there’s a huge spider on my bed,” you finally admitted, feebly. “I-I’m... I don’t know what to do.”

“aw jeez. why didn’t you just say?”

You could suddenly barely talk through the crying. Hours of stress, all coming out in one mess. He probably thought you were pathetic.

“hey. knock knock.”

As he said that, you heard two soft knocks on your side door. You jumped up, what the hell? Was that Sans? You dropped the phone and rushed to the door to let him in, almost tripping over yourself.

You opened the door, the air was full of the sound of wind and crickets. Sans stood in the darkness outside of the house, dressed in a thick knitted sweater, blue and white striped pyjama bottoms, big heavy boots, and a coat over the top of it all. He had the phone in one hand, and his smile widened when he saw you.

Shocked, you scrubbed at your eyes and nose again, self consciously trying to wipe off the tears and snot. He lived half an hour's drive from you. “H-how... how did you get here so fast?”

“shortcut.” He winked, those lovely emerald green eyelights glimmering in the low light. “can i come in?”

You nodded, not trusting your voice, stepping to the side. Maybe he knew roads your map apps didn't. Sans eagerly came into the light, kicking off his shoes and closing the door behind him.

“this way?” he asked.

... You showed him to the bedroom, but cowered in the doorway.

“I-it’s under the sheet.”

Sans didn’t even hesitate. He approached the bed and flipped back the sheet. The spider hadn’t moved since you last saw it scurry under your bedclothes, still sitting right there, with its fat hairy body and sharp legs. It was probably the biggest spider you had ever seen in your entire life. You felt a horrible chill pass over you.

“dang. he is big. look at the size of that gangly fucker.”

Having said that, Sans just... grabbed it. He picked the spider up before it could run and held it in his enclosed fist like he was scooping up a penny he had dropped on the floor. Just like that, he moved across the room and pulled back the curtain, cracked the window open, stuck his arm out, and threw the spider out into the darkness.

He closed the window again. The air felt less heavy. He even tugged the handle to make sure the window was all properly sealed up, pulling the curtains closed again.

It took him all of fifteen seconds.

“all good.” He turned to you, grinning and showing you his open palms. No spider. “successfully evicted.”

...

You started crying again.

Sans mumbled a soft ‘aw jeez’. He didn’t hesitate to cross the room, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into a warm hug, ignoring your babbled apologies.

“he really spooked ya, huh?” A gentle hand smoothed over your hair. He smelled like sweet hay, hours of sunshine, and something slightly musky. “how long were you tryna drum up the courage?”

“T-two hours,” you sobbed, muffled in his sweater.

You’d expected him to laugh at you. But he didn’t. He just held you, letting you cry out all the stress that had been building up over the course of the night. You were pretty sure this was the first time you had been hugged since before you left the city.

Eventually, you calmed yourself down, reducing to just hiccups. Sans didn’t let go until you did, allowing you to pull away, but keeping a steadying hand on your arm.

“easy, pet.” His voice was so warm and soothing. “you’re all good.”

“Fucking... I’m just such a baby.” Your sleeves were damp from all of the tear wiping you were doing. You made an unattractive sniffling sound. “You didn’t even hesitate.”

“cus i’m used to ‘em. also, i’m a skeleton, so i don’t gotta worry about being bitten. no shame in bein’ scared of the big ones.”

Your voice was hoarse. “I’m sorry you came out all this way.”

“... did you think i’d be mad at you?” he asked, softly.

“M-mhm.”

“i really don’t mind bein’ yer bug removing hero." He patted his nonexistent bicep. "tell ya what, it makes me feel very big an’ tough.”

He had you giggling again. He always did. He seemed proud of himself- his presence was balm to your Soul right now.

“I just... I get so scared at night.” Your cheeks were hot. “It’s so quiet, and dark. I feel like I’m the only person around for miles. I don’t know why I thought I could do this.”

"this?"

"Living out here."

“hey, i beg to differ. yer already doin’ so much better than most who move to these parts.”

You looked up at him. Why did that tiny bit of praise make your heart swell so much? You didn’t feel like you were doing ‘better’. You’d just called your nearest neighbour at 2 in the morning to come save you from a spider. “But I’m always asking for help.”

“exactly. you’re askin’. that’s the important part.” His eyelights were so warm. “that’s how we make it work, out here. we help each other.”

Goddamnit. You were gonna cry again. You just about managed to choke it down.

“... the animal noises also probably freak you out too, huh?”

“Y-yeah, hah.”

“if you don’t know what yer hearin’, it can be pretty scary.”

... You sniffled.

...

“... you’re shaking. d’ya want me to stay?”

How did he know? He always just seemed to know. You nodded, meekly. You didn’t want to be alone right now, and you knew the house would feel even colder and emptier once you’d known how it felt while you had company.

“Will Papyrus be worried?”

“he knew i was headin’ out to help ya. he’ll be fine.”

... You didn’t need to say out loud where you wanted Sans to sleep. Both of you knew.

The two of you finally took off your coats, and Sans turned off the lights. His forest-coloured eyelights were the only illumination in the room. As soon as he shuffled into bed beside you, you gratefully curled up against him, he was so calming and so warm. He reciprocated, wrapping his big arms around you, his comforting smell soothing your shot nerves.

“... Thank you.” Your voice was almost a whisper.

“yer really warm.” he hummed. “just so you know, i’m a bit of a snorer.”

You probably should’ve been more concerned, sharing a bed in a very secluded location with a guy you barely knew. But you didn’t have the energy for it. For the first time in a long time, you were warm, didn’t feel lonely, and weren’t worried at all about bugs.

“I don’t mind.”

... It was the best night’s sleep you’d ever had.

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so-called-ghost · 5 months

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#polls #ghostbabbles

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so-called-ghost · 8 months

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At some point, Boysen will have an altercation with the Queen about how he's becoming "distracted". His work is always at top game, but the Queen notices subtle changes and she is not pleased in the slightest.

It struck a cord with Boysen. He has never been one for distractions or waning from his duties. He's never been soft.

After getting reprimanded, he is in his office seething. His mind running a mile a minute and knowing exactly the cause for his poor performance. That damn human, he thinks. Motti is obviously just pretending to be nice. Softening him up so when he least expects it, she'll hurt him or worst, his brother.

He gets up and paces around his office with a deep scowl. Motti is very good at manipulation, he convinces himself. She's not good nature at all. Definitely not some selfless and sweet person she appears to be.

She's just a leech in his home, a glorified maid. He should have done away with her in the beginning. Not let his brother get his way, again, and brought her straight to the Queen. Crust would have eventually gotten over it.

With a hard resolve, he decides to leave early and make his way home to finally deal with a pest.

His soul has never been more resolute. He hates himself for how weak he became. He hates himself that he gave her a damn collar. His reputation and all his hard work will all be for not because of some human vermin.

He storms into his home and paces through honing in on his target. Motti is sitting at the kitchen island fiddling with something.

He will finally do away with her.

How easy it will be.

He will end this farce once and for all.

His hand raises as Motti looks up with a beaming smile and holds something up.

"Oh!! Perfect timing! Look what I made you!"

In her hands is a braided leather choker with a purple labradorite stone. Simple. Elegant.

His hand is hovering in mid-air as he takes it in. Motti cheeks flush a little, "I know it's not as fancy as the one you given me, but I wanted to return the gesture."

Damn.

His arm lowers and his body sags.

Damn it.

She's looking up at him as if he's her world and giving him a collar, not at all realizing the symbolic gesture.

Damn you.

His forehead makes contact with her shoulder while she calls out his name puzzled.

He hates he is nothing but putty in her hands.

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so-called-ghost · 10 months

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😳

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so-called-ghost · 10 months

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Idk if I should even post risque things on Tumblr cuz now isn't Tumblr just filled with minors?? Sure I'd be blurring out the genitals but 99% of the time that's not the problematic part of my art.

The part I'm worried about is minors accidentally normalizing heinous behavior because they see enough "SFW" art that depicts it. Like yandere stuff for example.

You can make sfw yandere material but the idea of yandere in general is harmful and as a kid you may not understand that it's a toxic relationship, no matter how obvious it may seem to adults.

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so-called-ghost · 1 year

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Happy (belated) Birthday Ink! :D

This's a doodle I started for Error's birthday, but I thought it'd fit for Ink's too. :> (I was planning on attempting to do a lineless doodle of Ink along with this, and I might still do that, but I have too many projects rn, so we'll see.)

(This was loosely inspired by this drawing of Ink trying to sneak a party hat on Error.)

(Plz don't tag as ship.)

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so-called-ghost · 1 year

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TWO BIG DISCLAIMERS HERE:

1! Ofc you can draw him, but please do research on Tourette's before attempting to depict his Tourette's!

This is in order to avoid stereotypes and misconceptions.

2! Please don't ship him with other Sanses!

Sorry, this is just a personal comfort thing. You can ship that stuff in your head or in private spaces with friends, just not in public please, and don't let me know about it. ^^; (Plz it would make me very uncomfortable.)

Now that that's out of the way, look! It's him! :D I'm so exited to share this. I love him sm already. ;v; I've wanted to post this so bad the last couple of days, but I had to finish it first lol.

For anyone who doesn't know, I have Tourette's. Most of the tics I give him are ones I have or have had before. (Any others are one's I've heard of/seen from other ppl.) :> Btw, he's Tourette's Awareness color coded, and the ribbon embroidered on his jacket is the Tourette Syndrome ribbon. :D (Never realized before that my theme colors that I use everywhere are so close to the Tourette's Awareness color and that makes me very happy.)

I hope ppl like my silly lil neurospicy Sans. (Especially anyone else who might also have Tourette's.) ;v;

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so-called-ghost · 1 year

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What does Sans do when he feels way more anxious than usual? Does he have a coping mechanism?

sorry if this is not understandable, english isn't my main language XP

papyrus is close to sans almost all of the time

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so-called-ghost · 1 year

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did u have a crush on someone-

(btw show all the canon ships in this au, if u don't mind)

I personally like the ccino x anx ship but....... he's canonically aroace :p

anyway, you know, imagination can do anything real.... 7u7

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so-called-ghost · 1 year

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I just notice some errors but anyways... I'll be gone the rest of this year because I'm going to travel and things so....

Until next year! Have a great new year ^^!!

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so-called-ghost · 1 year

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SANS AU TUMBLR SEXYMAN REMATCH [MASTERPOST]

(Updates every day)

Each poll has its own post. After Round 1 all matchups will be randomized. One round = 24 hours. In the masterpost above you’ll find all the polls

ROUND ONE:

Swap (UnderSwap by p0pcornPr1nce) vs Outer (OuterTale by 2mi127) WINNER: Swap

Ink (_____Tale by Comyet) vs Fresh!Ink by Comyet WINNER: Ink

Fell (UnderFell by Fella/Vic) vs BlueBerror by CrayonQueen WINNER: Fell

G!Sans (EchoTale by Borurou) vs Lust (UnderLust by NSFWshamecave) WINNER: Lust

FellSwap (FellSwap Gold by Blackgum) vs SwapFell by Nishimori38 WINNER: FellSwap

BirdTale Sans by Greyscales vs Science (ScienceTale by TalkingSoup) WINNER: Science

Seraphim Sans (The Thought by TratserEnoyreve) vs Insans (Alive by tatatale) WINNER: Seraphim Sans

Color (OtherTale by Super Youmna) vs Fatal!Error by Xedramon WINNER: Fatal!Error

Ganz (GZTale by NixenSiBrat) vs Dream (DreamTale by Jokublog) WINNER: Dream

Horror (HorrorTale by Sour-Apple-Studios) vs Nightmare (DreamTale by Jokublog) WINNER: Nightmare

Cross (XTale by Jael Peñaloza) vs Epic (EpicTale by yugogeer12) WINNER: Cross

Killer by Rahafwabas vs Murder Sans (DustTale by ask-dusttale) WINNER: Killer

Error by CrayonQueen vs Fresh by CrayonQueen WINNER: Error

Geno (AfterTale by CrayonQueen) vs Reaper (ReaperTale by Ren) WINNER: Geno

Wiki Sans by paintedhen vs Last Breath Sans by Zerjox WINNER: Wiki Sans

MafiaFell Sans (Sooner or Later You’re Gonna be Mine by Melikas) vs DanceTale Sans by Teandstars WINNER: DanceTale Sans

ROUND 2:

All matchups are randomized.

Swap (UnderSwap by p0pcornPr1nce) vs Lust (UnderLust by NSFWshamecave) WINNER: Swap

Dream (DreamTale by Jokublog) vs Killer by Rahafwabas WINNER: Killer

FellSwap (FellSwap Gold by Blackgum) vs Ink (_____Tale by Comyet) WINNER: Ink

Geno (AfterTale by CrayonQueen) vs Fatal!Error by Xedramon WINNER: Geno

DanceTale Sans by Teandstars vs Nightmare (DreamTale by Jokublog) WINNER: Nightmare

Fell (UnderFell by Fella/Vic) vs Cross (XTale by Jael Peñaloza) WINNER: Cross

Error by CrayonQueen vs Science (ScienceTale by TalkingSoup) WINNER: Error

Wiki Sans by paintedhen vs Seraphim Sans (The Thought by TratserEnoyreve) WINNER: Seraphim

ROUND 3:

Swap (UnderSwap by p0pcornPr1nce) vs Killer by Rahafwabas WINNER:

Ink (_____Tale by Comyet) vs Geno (AfterTale by CrayonQueen) WINNER:

Nightmare (DreamTale by Jokublog) vs Cross (XTale by Jael Peñaloza) WINNER:

Error by CrayonQueen vs Seraphim Sans (The Thought by TratserEnoyreve) WINNER:

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