#judgehund

[tibiahoncst]

@judgehund​

   "────what? never seen a guy tryna enjoy a smoke before? get lost.“

x

“ heh. honestly pal, ya judge too quickly. ”

Sans didn’t have duties tonight, so he’d gone out. Drank a little. Didn’t anticipate this though. A finger tugs free a cigarette from an inner pocket in his coat.

“ c’mon, throw me a bone here, don’t get lots of fella’s out here this time’a night. ”

There’s a little more digging, and an annoyed tick comes from this Alternate.

“ fergot it, ‘course i did. “ his lighter was on his nightstand, “ got a light? ”

[kxndncss]

(baby bones) "--so dad," he sits down on the couch, wiping ketchup from his cheek, "--seeings as assy - um, asgore, is royal and everythin', i thought i should tell ya," a dramatic pause, "--when he an' i get married, i'm gonna be the next king o' the underground." a blink, "--or will i be queen? either way-" a grin, "--'yer gonna be takin' orders from me!" (im losing my shit over assy he doesnt even know that's a swear help him right now)

           Oh, his smile bloomed warm and bubbling with humor as he reached down to take the smaller monster into his arms. It ached, HE ached, and it was a welcome sensation.

* “Oh? Is that so?              You are going to marry our beloved king?”

He affords Sans a gentle boop to his forehead, one which urged a buoyant chuckle to rise from the depths of his very core.

   * “It would mean you can be whatever you want to be, Sans.

          Though--does this mean I can finally                                          get a vacation?”

[somefellbros-archived]

@judgehund || continued from here

[There are zero complaints as Sans snuggles up to him, the grin he had on his face turning softer—and perhaps a little sleepier too as those large arms wrap around him. It usually took him not a lot of time to knock out whenever he was cuddling with someone like this... He uses his own arms to press the Judge’s arms closer to him and closed his sockets.]

“...god damn, yer a good cuddler.”

[deplxydog-blog]

"--'yer important to me."

different ways to say ‘i love you’.  @judgehund

AD was napping on Sans’ chest when his ears flicked towards the sound of the skeleton’s voice. He heard the words, AD made a chuff as he army crawled his way up Sans to his skull and gave his mandible some licks.

‘As you are to me.’

[numb-skull]

happy valentines, sweetheart.

* almost accidentally blocked you instead of responding to this whoops

* happy valentine’s day to you too you big gay

[warvigilante]

"--yanno," he starts off, "--i don't think i've given you a proper tour of the place, have i?"

    And they almost tell him — i already know this place.   Almost the human tells him of the many times they have endured lands of heat and walked river’s edge.  How grand core’s humming sang them to sleep and majesty’s garden was a beauty to behold.  There linger many tales of exploration within specter’s past, threatening to spill from its depths not in rejection but excitement.  Lovely it would be to once more share stories and recount memories from decades past.

   But in truth, how long has it been?  Silhouettes painted by near silent chime of hidden necklace, it is all so very unknown, and reborn guardian does not know if this is the work of time or misplaced universe.  If— when they find home, will it paint the same picture?  Will ground beneath their feet feel the same and winds gracing their skin be as gentle?  This is not where they belong — so what has become of home? 

     Most simple of questions and kindest offer implicated, still they hesitate, knowing not whether to speak the words that linger on their tongue.  With umber hair and blindfold leaving only scarred lips and subtle motion to express the many thoughts ‘pon their visage, ambiguous is lack of smile.  It is not a frown — not meant to be cold, reigned only by uncertainty as head is lifted to accommodate skeleton’s towering height as if it would make a difference for them.  As if more than an act for the world. 

     But the vigilante was none to dwell on gloomy thoughts for long.  Not with company so benign towards strangest of visitor, setting at ease an anxious mind and heavy heart despite certain dread creeping.  There was no denying their deep love for Monsterkind.  Yet a human they are, with weakness most severe, near a creature much taller — much stronger.  Oldest instinct wishes they would run, leave behind potential danger. 

     Perhaps that is why dear knight remains.  When beside lion you are permitted to stay, waste not this privilege.  And ultimately, genuine is the bright smile they offer in delayed response, ever filled with enthusiasm.  A forlorn ghost as full of life as any living creature.  ❛ You haven’t, ❜  stated matter-of-fact and lined with friendly humor, nervous hand seeks to gingerly grasp his own.  ❛ I would be very Fortunate if you did ! ❜

[execvtionr-blog]

Just kind of rolls over and pulls the other closer. He delivers gentle kisses to his jaw and down his neck, purring as fingers draw circles in the Red's shirt, "--merry gyftmas.~"

almost like some sort of cat he gently kneads his palms and claws against sans’ chest, relaxed and content.  kisses the crown of his skull.

❛ merry shitscram. ❜

[spiderspeaks]

Continued from X with @judgehund

The spider’s brows only further knit in frustration. He’s lucky she cannot reach his face, lest she wag her finger in his face. A low breath of resignation left the arachnid woman. 

> You getting into fights shouldn’t be something normal, you know. >It’s reckless and harmful to you!

[numb-skull-archive]

judgehund replied to your photo “well, at least i got to keep all of my teeth this time.”

[NiceSkeleton21 Replied]: please be careful

oh shit it’s fine it just looks worse than it really is cuz i’m a bleeder

[corpseknife-blog]

  @judgehund

   They’re cackling, laughing, booming-- clearly amused at the sore attempts to try and hurt them when they’re thrown back into the air and slammed against the wall. Chara can feel it, the underlying hatred and spite dwindling within each blow that sends a shock wave of something lamentably untamable as he goes about ripping each soul that remains in their fragile little body, letting it happen instead of fighting back because they know the whiplash of it will only exert more energy than needed, than necessary as another ligament pierces through their chest cavity and spills a bright shade of red against the wall’s surface. 

    They don’t want to go home anymore, not after this.

 “ I LOST EVERYTHING TOO, Y’KNOW. WE’RE ONE IN THE--- SAME ! ” They bark, managing to slip out the last few words with a bated breath and coughed up liquids that had preemptively shot against his skull and stained it. That smile, they want to keep seeing the anger felt for them. They want to hurt.

[punmentionable]

* “ came all this way just to tell me to scram, i bet. “

* “ -- bummer. “

*[Oddly dim pupils trail the form of his much larger alternate, dying batteries that hardly even light up hollow sockets as Sans takes a long, slow drag from the cigarette perched in his grasp. Movements are lazy, unhurried, and something just beyond that gaze runs a little numb; a little GONE.]

*[...Used to being unwanted; same shit, different place. Ashen breath is exhaled into the air between, remnants of smoke escaping through the EMPTY of his eyes. The skeleton watches as it dissipates, captivated by the sight.]

* “ ... tell you what. you let me finish my cigarette, and i’ll fuck right off. ”

* “ -- sound like a deal? “

@judgehund​// liked for a STARTER.

[scicncescales-blog]

@judgehund

“Did you know there’s an “I” in Science?  So get the fuck out of my lab.”

[kxndncss]

GIVES A BIG OL' SMOOCH TO HIS FOREHEAD!!

           The gesture drew Gaster from his well-loved book back to the soft sun, and untidy array of papers strewn about his desk. Back to the impressive shadow and jaws which had so gently pecked his forehead. Gaster SMILED and set his book aside. Yes, finally. It was about THAT TIME.

 It was time to BOOP THAT SON.

* ☝⚐⚐👎 ☜✞☜☠✋☠☝📪 👎☜✌☼📬

        [GOOD EVENING, DEAR.]

[wrathbinded-blog]

judgehund replied to your post: fidget spins that dick fam

delete your blog

                   fidget spins on that skeleton dick

[deplxydog-blog]

judgehund replied to your post:"--hey," a pause, as the two of them sit together....

AAAAAA

//the feels man! the fEELS!

[numb-skull]

judgehund replied to your post: * ding dong

a squirting chungus, if you will

* hmmmmmmmmm nope!  don’t like this!