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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//Sorry Again For No Activity. Seasonal (?) Depression Is Royally Kicking My Arse Right Now, As Well
//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...
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0bcrnt-petcls:
Already off balance from her swing, and frankly, out of practice, Mara lets loose a howl as she’s grappled and lashed by the void tendrils she cannot dodge. As each grasps on her bare skin, her face, her neck, her hands, the purple flame flares a brilliant white as the scent of burning charcoal fills the air.
Gods, it’s so dark again and she’s melting and screaming- no, she will NOT GO BACK-
In desperation, her entire body lets loose an explosion of flame, the heat swallowed whole by the nothingness around it. However, it should be -plenty- bright for the tendrils, which she tears away from ferociously. She doesn’t even register the other presences, and sense of utter panic gripping her limbs as she sprints in any direction besides here. Not again, never again.
“Well your mother can go have a lovely meal without me!” She yells, aching and weary.
A squawk escaped the creature. How dare it, how dare it!
What remained of the tendrils thrashed and vanished once again into the murk. Pain radiated through it, but it wasn’t going to stop now. No, not when it felt that help was rapidly approaching.
Two points of contact against the Void’s surface.
A wicked grin curled on its beak.
Two points of contact became four...
The grin faltered-
Heavy thuds of skeletal paws announced the other’s presence several seconds before a massive, horned canine charged into view. Eyelights flaring orange magic glanced at the fleeing source of violet flames only briefly before locking on target.
The void monster had begun flailing backwards the moment it realized its situation, but he barreled forward, swiping a paw at it while beginning to enter into a tumble. His claws snagged onto its gooey frame, a shriek escaping it as the bones warped and bent into fingers that then gripped it tightly. The skeleton’s massive form shrunk rapidly, fluidly, as he rolled and jumped back up on his feet, clutching a now rather terrified creature.
“Picking on someone again, Doctor?”
It refused to speak at all. Only grunts and whimpers came from it as tendrils shakily tried to pry itself out of his grasp. The orange magic in his eyelights faded back to white rings as he looked to see if he would also need to chase down the visitor or not. He even hesitated for a moment, realizing that for once, they weren’t a Gaster.
A quick glance would tell that he was currently a humanoid skeleton clad in bronze armor, however a tail ending in scythe-shaped bone trailed from him, as well as a closer inspection would show that he was...questionably solid. Armor and bone shouldn’t mix together in areas like they were made of putty.
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
Which Undertale song are you?
Tatters:
memory
if you were a movie, you’d be a romcom that starts with two people bumping into each other in a bookstore. i don’t know why or how, but. you would
Webdings
an ending
it’s not what you expected. not what you wanted. you tried your best, you reached a goal, but are you really satisfied? are you really happy? (or maybe youre just as upset with the idea of undying dying as i am)
Tagged by: @bcrnt-petcls
Tagging: Anyone who would like to do it!
A starter for @bow-tie-bartender
The chatter around the camp was considerably energetic today. News spread that there was a cluster of new recruits joining their particular group, which eventually reached the two skeletons that also inhabited the campsite. The smaller of the two, Wingdings, nervously tugged at the sleeves of his cloak, hoping that the royal monster crest on his chest was noticeable enough in the mild chaos in case a memo wasn’t passed along of his...recruitment. A quick glance upwards showed that the sun was still fresh in the sky... He wasn't sure when he would be summoned back to the medic tents, but for now, it might be worth viewing who was new in case.
Would there be more like him? Probably not... A busy monster accidentally grazed his arm passing by, causing a small flinch before he regained his composure and clutched at a sleeve tighter. He wished Aki was around, but she was needed for something important she said... She would comment that this would be good social experience for him, wouldn't she?
It was more out of curiosity than anything, for a flurry of questions bogged his mind. Aki may have tried explaining how many have come from far and wide to aid in the war, but he just couldn't quite fathom it. The main question he had...
Was why.
Wingdings' bright eyelights grew lost in thought, his once purposeful pace dwindling to an absent-minded wander. The bustling monsters, the earth and dust tossed up into the air, the chatter...it began to fade away. An anxious pang in his soul scolded him for it, but at times, he just couldn't help it.
At least there was a cautious eye keeping tabs on him. The larger of the two, Webdings, was stationed near the entrance of the recruitment tent, watching as monsters passed by. Reluctantly, he was in his smaller form as to not startle any of the newcomers. It was a little bit of a scuffle between him and Wingdings to get the helmet on though...his skull itched.
Occasional sniffs of the air also accustomed him to the new scents, the new monsters...therefor less unusual scents to investigate on patrols. Anyone thinking of approaching him however was met with an intense glare. He was there to assist in case there was a human hidden amongst the rabble, or in case one scuffled with another...or if the pup got himself into trouble. Otherwise...he couldn’t care less.
