//Tag List?

//Tag List?

Oh boy gimme a bit to get used to using Tumblr again.  I might make them fancy later but for now sweet and simple sounds good to me.

//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.

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.

Tagged by: @bcrnt-petcls

Tagging: @bow-tie-bartender @windingdongs @pangobat annnnd whomever else would like to do it!

bcrnt-petcls​:

“ I͞'̀m al҉wáy̶s҉ ͘wh̶erę ̀I̸'̷m ͜m͘eant́ ̡t̛o͝ ͟b̴e͠.” 

With little hesitation, Mara draws out her blade, the immediate area surging with light and heat, an attempt to stun her pursuer. However, it clearly seems undeterred, even as… corrupted as it seems. Her Dao blade, curved and glowing with a white flame, arcs gracefully through the voidspace, leaving behind a trail of plasma that lingers long after. The elemental grimaces, reading her stance, eyeing the monster warily. Were they a flower once? A snake? Either way, she just wants to move on, and hopefully avoid a conflict. 

“ Fo͢r no͡w,͡ I͘'m̶ pa͟ss̴ing ͜th̴ŕo͜ug̕h.͟ W̵h҉y ̡d͏oņ'́t͟ y̡ou͞-͏ HRR̵K̨-”

Her words cut off as the monster lunges, and she swings her sabre with a forceful huff, only to miss. Growling, she tries to leap back, only for one foot to be ensnared after the other, knocking her off balance. Fear surges in her throat, clamping it down as she tumbles back with a loud, crackling yelp. 

Wordless disgust lingers in the back of her mind, a war veteran, a murderer of hundreds, reduced to this.

Slashing once more, she cuts off the vines, scrambling to her feet and panting heavily. 

“ L͜e͠á́͜v̨e͜҉̶ ̨͞m͏̛e͡ ͟B͜͝͝E.̨”

Oh, the light was sharp in more than just a visual way.

A small cackle of glee escaped the creature when the first swing missed, however it shifted into a hiss when the second made contact.  The severed vines flailed wildly until they lost their shape and melded back into the void.  It stung, it stung.

The vines withdrew, only to reform and lash out again tenfold in an downward sweep from above.  The light proved to be a dangerous intruder, yes, it needed to be snuffed out.

Shudders and trembles not noticeable to the other in the void indicated to it that there were two other presences, both closing in at different speeds.  Might be good, might be bad, but it had time.

“Mother says don’t be long, she’s making dinner~” the soft voice chirped again, the glowing orbs within the crooked beak forming crescents in delight.

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

//I should probably make an official post or something saying I'm on an indefinite hiatus huh.

I'm so sorry, between having little to no energy outside of work and stress with other life things, I cant seem to focus here. I thought starting fresh would help, but... I can't even draw anymore.

I'll try to be back sometime. Idk, I love and miss my babies/rping with people too much to just drop it.