//oh Jebus Help Me Decide

//New job is taking a lot of energy out of me, but please have some sketches and tidbits of info/thoughts on the bois set back when they were in the Monster/Human War!

#1  Tatters = puppy in Web’s brain.  Gotta keep the smol safe and if that requires picking him up to move him, he will.

#2  Skeleton constructs were originally created to just go until they couldn’t anymore, but turns out monster food (magic) can replenish their energy.  So Web is making a Stinky Face(tm) because eating food??  That's weird yo. But Tats loves trying all the things, even if it’s just a dry bar of rations!  He even cried a little the first time he tried something because it was a whole new sensation that was surprisingly pleasant?  And that’s not a common thing in the war.  I wanted to add to this with a sketch of Web offering bone instead because that's how he heals/regains mass, buuuut that's a warhound thing so it doesn't fly with Tatters.  He shall remain forever smol to Web's disappointment.

#3  During this time, Web is very aggressive and mostly feral, but he will not purposefully hurt Tatters, even if he puts himself in harms way.  Tatters knows this, but it’s still terrifying to try keeping an angry warhound from ripping some new ones.  Also, the armor is a tiny incentive to keep Web in his smaller form, but there were a few times when he popped out of it anyway.  There’s a whole thing behind the armor I might sketch out stuff later for that too.

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//Been searching for a job and getting settled in irl ahhhh

totes wanna do stuff here, just busy atm!

I forgot to post here that I participated in an Echo Gaster tribute a group made!  :>  It premieres in like 5 hours!

I can’t seem to imbed the video and I have to run to work, but here’s a link:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iruWvaW-73g&ab_channel=NatsuneNuko

//that moment when your brain is currently locked onto the wrong muse or onto a muse that has nothing to do with your blog

if you're transgender you have to live.

Hiya!

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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.)

@void-bound-souls

Cue 300 of bat-ass tackling his skeleton husband

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.

starter for @void-bound-souls

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?̴”̷

//I may have dropped this blog, but Undertale still has a home in my heart. Happy 8th Anniversary, and here's to many more alongside Deltarune as well.