Today, I just I don't wanna smile.

Another art piece for @mischief-rei Once I've been working on for quite a while and just finished. They’re a cute couple ok.

Spectre design concept, This design may change. You know, depending on whether or not that face kills my hands to draw the next time I do.

Soft for someone

A lot of things are annoying, you can't go through life without something annoying you not once, not twice, but at least thrice a day. When you’re a certain easily annoyed skeleton that number tends to double. That's on good days. Everyone annoyed him, People he didn't know annoy him, people he DID know where even more so. Something about knowing someone always made it even more aggravating when they start to open their mouth and the bullshit began to spew out. Maybe its because he knew they weren’t that stupid. The large, lanky, Skelton leaned over him wasn’t that stupid. Spitting up insults so sharp its a surprise no blood or dust was following. Each conveying their disgust of his appearance. Twisting of his bone features showed it just as vividly but what was family, other than your harshest of critics?  Ones you are never good enough for. For every critic of you, there is a fan as well, and his fan was the cheerful floating specter who came to greet him. “Hey, sweetheart.” Words jumbled and forming bubbles in his water cup. Parched from the trip, each drop soothed the dry sponge that was his tongue. Suddenly with his niece there, the world was ghost quiet, criticisms mute, and the only light he saw was in those lashed pearls you’d call eyes. A ghost of bubblegum color that darkened to more of a grape shade.  She always appeared so timid, the section of her head that fell much like bangs covering her left eye and the unique shape, so much wider towards the front and extending into lush lashes. curving together and meeting outside into a single point. “Hi, uncle grin.” She happily sung hovering just above the resting skeletons face,  the cool breeze that naturally carried brushed over him, like opening a freezer during a hot day, it wasn't unwelcome. Setting aside to glass to wrap an arm around her somewhat translucent body. The magic around it bending and curving with the gesture. Like holding a bag of hold air. A giggling, and a squirming bag of cold air.  “Watch it, sweetpea, gonna get all dirty rubbing up on my.” her little eyes blinked and the way she wrapped both arms around him regardless, either not hearing or caring always melted his heart. “- or don’t your call.” maybe coming as was wasn’t the smartest move in all reality but when your niece calls and tells you about what an awesome day she had and then turns it one you by saying ‘ it would have been better if you came too’ you get over there yesterday fast. With the little monster rubbing her skull plated face into the worn fabric of his bow, Head pounding or not he attempted standing the movement making the little monster rear back, and swap the neck for his arm instead. So much for asking if he could take them out tonight. instead he was being dragged towards her room. “I caught a fish today. it was swimming close to the shore so I caught it in my sand bucket.” ah. yes, the tadpole he had heard about, or as Spectre referred to it ‘little fish with legs’ “I didn't even need my fishing pole-’ The tree branch she tied a shoelace to “So I put a worm in there for him to eat but he won't eat it. I'm gonna take him to the vet.” By taking him to the vet that means the would be the one taking it because his uncle would oh so kindly recommend her having the ‘best uncle’ trusted with such a duty. For anyone else, he’d say no, release it into the wild when given it or worse depending on who it was but for Spectre, when she looked up at him with all this admieration you just don't see when it came to people like him. He had a soft spot.

15, 16, 52, 90

15. Can you name 5 personality traits they have?

Hm, that’s a hard one. Well let’s see

Papyrus: Brutally honest, somewhat overcritical, secretive, loyal, Amendful (He accepts his faults in the past and learns from them, couldn’t think of a word for it)

Sans: Authenticity, confidence, pride, entertaining, narcissistic- granted that’s more faked narcissism but I’ll still count it.

Rial: Energetic, authoritative, awkward, stubborn and I guess Humility

Pentagrin: Truculent, perseverance, Machiavellian, Toxic, and Reliability. Hes an odd case. 

16. How did they become a character?

I’ll be honest, With Rial, I barely remember anymore, I honestly think my story has changed a few times the rare times I was asked in the past. All I remember vividly was I draw her first, made the blog way later, then she was fleshed out as a character. Trust me. Her back then is and always will be worse than she is now.  I was an edgy fuck and did some embarrassing things with her character that have since been retconned for a lot of reasons.

As for Pap, He was added simply cus I used to ship with a blog and I played him for fun in a thread, they liked how I played him and shipped him with her frisk, we cut contacts and he just kinda stayed. Sans started as being a now and then ask character cus world building, then, yet again I liked playing him so he stayed.

Pentagrin was a ship child I drew and loved, his personal blog wasn’t doing so hot so I moved him here, all the BG ones were just added as the universe grew and arent typically frequent characters thus I only have them up with basic information. You don’t need to know much about them because they mainly just show ups in threads, Maybe an ask or two. Asides from Maggy who- Well is Sans daughter thus she kinda- you know. Lives there.

52. Are they more emotional or logical?

Papyrus is a mix between them leaning more on the logical side hs not really in tune with his emotions, Both Rial and Sans are more emotional and Pentagrin is a major Emotional guy I mean- he has logic just a very messed up logic.

90. What is their occupation?

Sans works as a police officer, he started more as a traffic guard but convinced Alphys he was good enough to be more than that, however, he’s still supervised because as an officer you can’t just- befriend someone and let them go.

Papyrus has a few occupations, mainly being a vendor during the summer, and making blueprints for multiple companies and building industries. Despite having high education and being able to create great machinery and a pass occupation as a scientist.

Rial babysits, literally all she does.

Pentagrin has no occupation. He’s a murder with well off inheritance from his parents and with his low-cost living doesn’t use it up much. even if he did, as a murder he could literally just take cash from them.

Forgotten

 A quick drabble of sorts. Idk, I’ll try and tag it appropriately but to be safe- read with cautious there maybe some touchy stuff in it.

Any other night Pentagrin would have snuggled in bed, listening to the sounds and letting it carry him away into dreamland but not now. None of it, nothing could calm the storm brewing. wanting to drench the world in gas and light it up, let it burn. Wanting to fall apart, hold the nearest person and crush it against his ribs and pour out his emotions and frustrations till there was nothing left. Wanting to sit down, run away, punch a wall, cry out for help that would never come. “Why did I think I could do this again?” those words, so quiet and meek, A pin against the street would have been louder, and something he could have heard over the scraping of his phalanges against the dirty white of his skull. Suddenly he couldn't see, everything was like a dream,  in the distance the outline across the street in the dark, illuminated only by the dim and flickering night of a streetlamp. Stout and cloaked in black with a tan coat trim all too familiar. Glairing from the shadows with judging eyes, but what did he know? What gave him a right to judge, what makes them so perfect, in a situation that's complete hell? A situation he wasn’t here for?

“STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT!” The world went silent as if Penta had been thinking he may have wondered if it was due to the world its self or if his hearing had hyperfocused on his own words. “YOU don’t get to look at me like that, you don't get to judge me like that!” Not once did the gaze falter or the stance so defensive give way to the shouting, Not a flinch, not a reaction.  It made him wonder if this was even real, or if he'd given in and collapsed under the stress all riding on their shoulders. Maybe hed given in to his spectator's genetics that ran through him, Gotten drunk on the ride and was now laying dust on the ground and this was his purgatory. ‘Hehe, how fitting.’ he thought ‘Guess violence isn't the only way to get back at someone in hell.’ the rage subsided the more he stared into those eyes. it was suffocating him, choking him with his own emotions. Pentagrin had no idea when he hit the ground, why the tears started to stream and burn at the cracks in their skull while they ran down. Like a cork on a champagne bottle, all care flew away and every thought he’d ever had came pouring out into the dead of night. Every tear he never shed, every tongue he bit when laying in bed. “You don’t know what it's like. To look into the eyes of a genius, someone who was so smart that made your life worth living.  Looking at you and this person who woulda died for you, woulda gave or taken someone's life for you, reshaped the world for you now they don't even fucking know you!” Sitting there in that chair, with a smile so dead, lost in a world he couldn't breakthrough. He should have been there more often, helping with their recovery not hiding like a toddler because he couldn't stand the situation of being forgotten. “I wanted to scream and tell him how I’m not any of these names, I don't know this person or that but I do know they aren't here by your bedside. every time you call me another name  I’m fucking dying on the inside. Even when you do remember me, you don’t really.” letting out a shout as the clenched fist, fingers that had been curling into the cloth of Pentagrins shorts, came down like a hammer against the wet sidewalk. Splashing up the puddle below and splattered the filthy water across himself not that he cared. “No one else cares, No one else answers the letters. I do, and I was standing right next to him and he didn't recognize me. I tried to tell him I'm right here and he started to scream, hitting at everything and yelling at me. He didn't understand and I wanna help him understand, but I can’t help him understand.” He didn't want to go back and face them, face what was left of them. What with damage eating away their magic to the point of being near bedridden. With their mind starting to go and soon what has left would too? it was the sound of a horn that snapped him to his senses again, a passerby calling to him from the sidelines about calling the police and if he was ok. No, He wasn’t. The vision of Fox was gone and so was all energy to even pretend he was. He didn't answer and while it resulted in a few- well words. Walking away like he did, must have thought they were on something. Everyone else in this fucked up timeline he was born into was.