The Unexpected Audience: starter for Celestesoul

celesteliberosis:

stickfingercorps

Sans nodded, “Yeah it really is a bummer. Thalessa, huh? That’s a reely… Well… Lovely name. Reminds of Greek mythology for some reason.”

Well that sounded weird, good going sans. He thanked his lucky stars that skeletons couldn’t blush. What was with the forwardness? Lovely? Since when did he openly admit stuff like that? I mean, not that there really was any other word to capture it. He was probably just pleased with the swell pun. And it HAD been a while since he made a new, new friend. Yeah. That was it.

And then she did the thing.
Nobody had instinctively done the thing before.

He was rattled. He hated to admit it, but she had, so to speak, the upper hand on him in this situation. Considering how the encounter had started, that was even more surprising.

Sans steadied himself and ignored the aching in his ribs as he extended his hand. He hoped she couldn’t see it trembling.

Maybe… maybe since she had instigated it… maybe they would actually-

touch.

No.

The cold, invisible pane was as smooth and immovable as always against his palm. Sans had been stupid to think it would be any different. Not even Papyrus could… aw to hell with it. This was enough. It had to be.

He grinned up a Thalessa.

“Heh, guess I’m not the touchy feely type.”

His compliment took her off guard, it also sparked a glimmer in her dark eyes. He knew of Greek Mythology? Not bad. Actually, it was kind of nice, not a lot of monsters seemed to take interest in it? Not that she knew of anyways, but regardless it was still neat to hear. Her expression softened and she chuckled quietly at his pun. “hey, thanks. not a lot of people have said that. you’re pretty spot on though as far about her origins at least. buuut -pacifically- speaking, thalassa was the primordial greek goddess of the sea, she also created ocean life I think."

Thalessa paused, realizing that maybe that might’ve not been interesting to hear. Then again, why was she questioning that? She could be as uninteresting as she pleased, she wasn’t here to impress him. …Since, y’know, it was her house after all. Even though he was a pretty nice guy. Maybe she just needed to chill out.

Thalessa carefully watched his lightly quivering movements. Was there something wrong…? Maybe she shouldn’t have done that?

“aw don’t sweat it.” She murmured, tilting her head slightly. “it was probably dumb of me to think something like that would remotely work even a little bit. y’know though, i’m actually starting to wonder if you’re made of sugar instead of ivory, heh.” Well THAT wasn’t forward at all. :’) The comment was meant to be playful though, even if only slightly genuine. “b-but uh hey, are you alright sans…?”

“Thalassa… hey that’s pretty neat. You’ve got a powerful namesake then, and I sea the resemblance. I’ll have to sea if I can pick up a new book on mythos… kinda miss reading it.”

Sans saw Thalessa’s face fill with concern, and he took a deep steadying inhale and smiled bigger.

“Nah, that wasn’t dumb. Kinda caught me off guard a little. Most people I meet shatter the mirror before they even think of trying contact. So, thanks for that.”

Her worry also caught him off guard. He clunched his phalanges and softened his expression best he could. She really was a kind soul.

“Got me there. Guess it’s good we can’t touch cuz this sugar skull would definitely dissolve in a tall drink of water like you. An’ don’t worry about me. I probably haven’t had enough to eat. Makes me easier to rattle.”

Yeah. ‘Probably.’

BOLD all that applies to your muse!

for MIRROR SANS

(WARNING: MAY CONTAIN SENSITIVE, TRIGGERING AND UNSETTLING TOPICS. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!)

(please repost this, not reblog!)

tagged by: @celesteliberosis

I tag @vivatriestowrite for whoever you want.

The Unexpected Audience: starter for Celestesoul

@celestesoul

There was a casual amount of chatter from the mirrors as Sans made his rounds through the impossibly vast gallery. Nothing surprising. Nothing particularly interesting, either.

Sans had split off from his home gallery earlier than usual that morning. He had a feeling that Papyrus would chew him out later for not checking in, but at the moment Sans craved a change of scene. It might be a few days before he returned, to be honest. That last reset had been heavy.

Wandering about absentmindedly, he let the muffled sounds of other universes pass him by. He would have usually stopped to listen, but not today. As he continued deeper into the unmarked zones, a quiet fell over the gallery. He guessed that it might be night in this particular universe. He sat
down.

After a little while, an unfamiliar voice drifted to him from over his head. Someone was singing. He stood and peered through the mirror to find a fish monster singing with her back to him. He leaned his elbows on the mirror ledge and listened. When she finished, he couldn’t help himself.
“Nice voice, pal”.

☠🔪 (let’s fookin go this is gonna end stupidly… or awfully)

errorsansrp:

stickfingercorps:

errorsansrp:

Send “☠🔪” for my muse to wake up in your muses basement, torture equipment around them

Error awoke slowly, feeling like he’d been hit by a truck. He opened his eyes, sitting up.

W͘h͡a̠t̪ t͏ḣe͇ h̆e̋l̔l̒ h᷅a̲p͝p̣e͌n͏e͜dͯ?᷿

He groaned, looking around the room. It was dim, but familiar. He couldn’t place it, but he knew this place.

Rubbing his skull, he attempted to stand, but only succeeded in making himself dizzy. He sat back down, grumbling quietly.

Ḧ͏̒e̺͆᷃l̔̕͢l̿̆͂ơ̍͛?̴ͪ̃

@stickfingercorps

“well i guess that gives us a time reference, huh? you’ve “visited” my universe here 3 times since then from my point of view. isn’t that interesting? oh, by the way, pal,”

Sans strolled out of view and manifested in a small hand mirror, close to Error on his left

“i might have lied a little about the whole “trapped” thing.”

Error growled at him, smashing his hand down on the small mirror. He knew it wouldn’t make a difference, but he was still pissed.

Î͎͈ d̯͑͗ò͕̌n̲̊̓’͈͍̾t̠̠᷉ l̺̘᷉i̢ͪ᷾k̛̼͜ë̛͘ l̴̡̯i̢̦͞a̩᷿᷀r᷃͗͘s̢̀̚,̷ͤ͢ a̡͆ͣn͗̓͊d̶ͪ̑ I̢͌̓ d͍̥ͅo͇̿ͭn͈͖̐’᷿̓ͬtͫ͋͋ l̘̟ͅi͓͋̓ķ̺᷆e̓ͯ͝ b̨̪᷃e̠͕ͯi̵ͤ͆n̖̣̭ǧ᷉̽ t̮̓᷃o̙͚᷇y̐͂᷁e̳͍͢d̠̓̽ w̤̞᷅i̧᷆̕t̷̖͐h̶̵ͨ.͉̆ͨ

A small pain in his hand sparked the pain in his head more and he cringed, grabbing his skull again.

W̡̠̓h᷅͒ͨạ̸᷀t̶᷿̺ t̘̥᷃h͔͖̀ĕ̜̈́ h̓᷄͞e̘᷈᷅l͚ͣ᷆l̛̎͡ h̶͓͗a̫̦̤p᷊̪ͭp̧̰̟e᷾̈́ͤn̪ͯ̋ë̗᷀d̷̋͝ â᷿̩n̉͆ͪy̛͚ͦw̸̞᷇a͍͐͑y̙̙͐?̼̗͛

“wow, rude”

He manifested in a mirror on the wall right above Error’s head.

“y’know, i don’t like liars any more than you but after 26 times of having everything you love ripped from existence? lying seams like the smart course of action. and after 29?” his pupils vanished and his grin hardened, “well 29′s relatively forgivable but 30′s just a little excessive, don’t you think? so i, heh, pulled some strings and finally caught the itsy bitsy error.”

Mirror felt his heart pounding and turned away. He was in control here. He was in control. He didn’t want to- no. It didn’t matter. What Error didn’t know was that, just before his appearance, this universe had reset. After a genocide run. A run that the Chara had quit for a very long time. Sans had just gotten his brother back. He had everything to lose again.

Mirror took a deep breath and turned around, right eye glowing “so the question now is-” the shards of broken mirror and broken bottles began to quake and melt into a slithering mass, “how big of a patch do i need to fix the bug?”

☠🔪 (let’s fookin go this is gonna end stupidly… or awfully)

errorsansrp:

stickfingercorps:

errorsansrp:

Send “☠🔪” for my muse to wake up in your muses basement, torture equipment around them

Error awoke slowly, feeling like he’d been hit by a truck. He opened his eyes, sitting up.

W͘h͡a̠t̪ t͏ḣe͇ h̆e̋l̔l̒ h᷅a̲p͝p̣e͌n͏e͜dͯ?᷿

He groaned, looking around the room. It was dim, but familiar. He couldn’t place it, but he knew this place.

Rubbing his skull, he attempted to stand, but only succeeded in making himself dizzy. He sat back down, grumbling quietly.

Ḧ͏̒e̺͆᷃l̔̕͢l̿̆͂ơ̍͛?̴ͪ̃

@stickfingercorps

“well, look who’s alive after all. howdy sleeping beauty”

The full length mirror stood between the bars of Papyrus’ ill built cell wall. Sans stood as though he were leaning against the right bar, looking off to the left instead of at Error. Various small mirrors and broken bottles surrounded the glitch where he lay. Papyrus had, grudgingly, tied Error up with some rope from his human trap. Sans doubted it would take his prisoner long to free himself.

He glared at Mirror very suspiciously. He didn’t like the look of this guy. He leaned back against the wall, still rubbing his skull. What the hell had happened?

His eyes narrowed as he looked closer at Mirror. Something about him was… familiar. He sat silent for a few moments, trying to remember where he had seen him before. Then it clicked.

W̑ăi͝t̮ a̤ s̜e͍ćôǹdͧ.͝ Î t̙h᷉o̜ūg͓h̫tͫ y̴o̞u͗ w̟e͘r̠e̔ t͂r͡a͎p̡pͮeͧd͐ i̜ṉ t͘h̵e̗ m̄i̅r̶r̽o̖r̆ ǐn͞ t͒h̝e᷾ a͏b͐y̧s͡s̮?ͭ

“well i guess that gives us a time reference, huh? you’ve “visited” my universe here 3 times since then from my point of view. isn’t that interesting? oh, by the way, pal,”

Sans strolled out of view and manifested in a small hand mirror, close to Error on his left

“i might have lied a little about the whole “trapped” thing.”

yo everybody take a break from unpopular opinions and make ur muse a fox

errorsansrp:

ask-gendertale-sans:

midnight8dragon:

ribdiculous:

Aaaaand here we have Lucifer:

And then Lucifer with the skull mask:

Here have a sansy Fox

[Website wouldn’t work for me so here. Have an Error fox]

Mirror!Sans. this is a cute game.

yo everybody take a break from unpopular opinions and make ur muse a fox

☠🔪 (let’s fookin go this is gonna end stupidly… or awfully)

errorsansrp:

Send “☠🔪” for my muse to wake up in your muses basement, torture equipment around them

Error awoke slowly, feeling like he’d been hit by a truck. He opened his eyes, sitting up.

W͘h͡a̠t̪ t͏ḣe͇ h̆e̋l̔l̒ h᷅a̲p͝p̣e͌n͏e͜dͯ?᷿

He groaned, looking around the room. It was dim, but familiar. He couldn’t place it, but he knew this place.

Rubbing his skull, he attempted to stand, but only succeeded in making himself dizzy. He sat back down, grumbling quietly.

Ḧ͏̒e̺͆᷃l̔̕͢l̿̆͂ơ̍͛?̴ͪ̃

@stickfingercorps

“well, look who’s alive after all. howdy sleeping beauty”

The full length mirror stood between the bars of Papyrus’ ill built cell wall. Sans stood as though he were leaning against the right bar, looking off to the left instead of at Error. Various small mirrors and broken bottles surrounded the glitch where he lay. Papyrus had, grudgingly, tied Error up with some rope from his human trap. Sans doubted it would take his prisoner long to free himself.

“looking through the mirror” Mirror Sans cautiously peeked over the bottom rim of the mirror to see if he could see out intot he antivoid. He’d heard some strange voices talking about height and people eating children and was curious.

errorsansrp:

Error had strung up the mirror near his collection, the face of it pointing outward. He currently had an anon strung in front of him, his threads almost black and he was holding a dark orb. If the anon said anything else stupid it would not end well.

“well that doesn’t look diddly darn good no siree,” he murmured.

He wondered what timeframe he was in compared to when Error first took the mirror but shrugged.

“hey buddy maybe don’t do… whatever it is you’re about to do?”

errorsansrp:

stickfingercorps:

It was a bit surprising being thrown, and Mirror balanced on the gallery ledge, wobbling to keep up the act. He straightened when the mirror landed and answered Error, despite not being in an angle where he could see him.

“nothing interesting believe me. I’m not like the fruit loops 90s prick, promise. i can’t even leave the mirror,” he hesitated,” i just come from a splinter timeline off the alpha… like these guys.” he gestured at the room and tensed in preparation for Error’s reaction.

He glared, stepping forward. He was more curious than murdery right now. Scooping up the mirror, he tapped it with his finger, fascinated.

I̙f̹ y͇o᷈uͭ’̠r᷉e̻ aͨ ĉh̖i͒p᷀ ōf᷁f̑ t̚hͬe͠ a̲l͘p͖h͍a̅.̑.ͬ.̕ I̩’͠m̬ t́ḁk̫i̢nͪg̊ y̹ŏu᷀ w͑iͨt̻h̫ m͗eͨ.̜ Y͘ǫu᷆ c͜a̽ń’ͮt̿ g̹o̙ a̾n̐ȳw̑h̭e̲r᷀eͦ a̿s̜ f͙a̎r̝ a͏s̈ I̬ c᷊ãn̊ t᷃e̓l᷂l᷆,̂ t̛r̡a̞p̭ṗe̱d͍ iͦnͥ t᷈h͖e͓ m̹įr̗r̆o̺r͠,͜ s̱o͛ iͭt̳ m᷂a͌k͕ȇs̶ m᷈y͜ j͉oͦb̭ e̲ąs̼i̳eͧr̙.̉

He slipped the mirror with a grin into his pocket. He opened a rift into the Abyss, stepping in, humming to himself.

I᷅’̄mͅ g᷂o̫ṅn̔aͣ k̊ḛe͒p͢ ỷōu᷃.̚ He mused.

Not hearing the last part, Mirror released his breath and was careful to step back into his gallery before bursting into laughter.

“man am i a richard,” he snorted.

Mirror then pulled out a red post-it note and stuck it to the mirror’s edge. Hopefully Error would assume he was hiding and ignoring him, but even if he didn’t, Mirror now had a peephole into the anti-void. He straightened up and strolled away, whistling back to his home gallery.

Hey Error, you were at Muffet’s ball, right? pulls out bag I think I saw you carrying this mirror around. Sorry it’s shattered; I think a Chara threw a rock at it.

errorsansrp:

He takes the mirror.

M̪iͅr̼r᷇oͭr̡ S᷂a᷾n͛s͌?̜ I̴sͣ h̸e̐ o᷄k᷊a͜y̋?̻

*muffled sounds from the bag that translate to “i’m peachy don’t worry yourself, my guy”