Churning, Twisting, Coiling To The Breath Of The Void.
Churning, twisting, coiling to the breath of the void.
A ripple of discomfort, an intruder-
Like a thorn in its side.
Tendrils crept along the darkness, curling in agitation to the sound of the light speaking. Annoying, annoying-
It couldn't voice its own thoughts though, a soft, timid buzz echoed instead, "L-lovely d-day, lov-vely day. A-are yo-u-u lost?"
The tendrils lifted from the murk, exposing thorns and slightly distorting into a pale, viscous goop. The source slid out of hiding, finally able to gaze better up at the light that pierced through the darkness. It was only a few feet tall, wilted, crooked, oozing akin to an amalgamate, with a singular eye studying her intently. From the shape and layers of its face, perhaps it was a flower at some point.
...
It twitched and peeled back the layers, exposing rows of teeth in rings around the beak in the center, twin lights gazing from within. The ever-so-pleasant buzzing voice echoed again, however the creature's malicious intent finally seeped through. "I am too."
The vines snaking across the ground swept forward, first aiming for Mara's feet in hopes of snaring them.
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The moment the temperature drops, she knows she’s hit a new section of the void. It’s the best way to find new places, meet new people!
Unfortunately, its also the best way to find trouble. Mara glances around warily, shouldering her pack as she continues on her way. She’s done this before time and time again, but the unease never truly leaves.
Something slinks out of the corner of her eye, and she remains still, unwilling to tip off any possible pursuers. Gods, she hates the dark. She hums a simple crackling tune, one hand silently slinking to the aetherspace where she stores her sword.
“̷S̶u̴r̷e̸ ̷i̸s̴ ̵a̶ ̶f̵i̵n̸e̵ ̶d̴a̶y̴ ̴f̷o̶r̴ ̴a̴ ̴s̶t̷r̵o̷l̷l̸,̵ ̶i̷s̸n̴’̸t̴ ̸i̵t̶?̴”̷
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Hiya!
Interested in the misadventures of a dork of a Gaster and his cantankerous doggo brother? Please take a gander! It’s an easy-going ask/rp blog that’s OC/Canon/Duplicate/Crossover friendly.
//Sorry again for no activity. Seasonal (?) depression is royally kicking my arse right now, as well as it's a busier time of year. Hopefully in January things will ease up...
//Been searching for a job and getting settled in irl ahhhh
totes wanna do stuff here, just busy atm!
What Are You the God of
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Tatters:
patron of amends
it is not the most gratifying of works, but someone must oversee it. making amends is a tricky, slippery thing: they require sincerity and devotion, open ears and naked hearts. you cannot guarantee acceptance, only the sliver of time in which they can be seen and heard and attempt repentance. think of a festering wound and the healer that must clean and close it, plagued by the thought of underlying infection, amputation, certain death. consider of the likelihood of those terrors, but also: think of the injured at rest, then nursed back to full health and continuing to live a fruitful life. you are the god of tenderness and volatility, of intimate vulnerability and deep breaths, of searching for a safe place to land. god of misty eyes, god of the strength to still shaking hands, god of realizing wrongdoings and personal failures. defender of the prideful who are working towards humbleness, of sinners that will never again be entirely righteous. the one who blesses those fighting to make things right, falling onto swords and walking through fire if it can afford even just the smallest chance at forgiveness. the planter of the seed of closure, that will grow only when nurtured.
Webdings:
patron of tough love
let it be known: you do not stand by and approve of those who actively seek to hurt the ones they claim to love. but just because it is love, does not mean that it will always be soft. think of how a pack of wolves operate: strategic, deliberate, protective, entirely capable of ripping out throats and still raising their young with a burning love. think of the promise of safety in such a group, but also the devastation, should you betray its loyalty and upheave the order in place. you are the god of temperance, of caretakers, and of all those who must carry the weight of responsibility, even when it threatens to crush them dead. god of bending and enforcing rules, god of fair trial and punishment, god of breaking vicious cycles. protector of older siblings and of soft things needing thicker skin. deliverer of hard-fought clarity in a fit of rage, weaver of reason into discipline. you teach them how to be strong, to be consistent, in a world that demands them to choose cruelty. the grantor of armistice at the end of a long war, the one who blesses the hardened and makes them rest.
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Maybe tackling a goop/skeleton monster isn’t a good idea...
(You also may have accidentally taken part of his spine and whatever was left of his pelvis.)
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Indie - Semi-selective - OC/Multifandom friendly - Ask/rp blog for the heavily-headcanoned Gaster known as "Tatters" and his older brother, Webdings.
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