A Starter For @bow-tie-bartender
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.
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SHATTERED ACROSS TIME & SPACE
Ask/RP/Art blog for a heavily headcanon based version of W.D. Gaster from Undertale | Deltarune
OC & Multi-muse Friendly
Crossovers welcomed/encouraged
Multi-ship | Open to all kinds of relationships!
Mutuals Only but very loosely selective
18+/NSFW Themes may be present | Minors Do Not Interact
[ some pages may be out of date/need to be updated ]
[ * CHECK ] [ * ACT ] [ * ITEM ] [ * MERCY ]
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?̴”̷
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.
Tatters: Th-the test results came in. I'm sorry...y-you are diagnosed...with Furry.
Web:
Web: ...What's a furry?
//And Followed!
//I’ve gone over my list of blogs I followed on my old blog (ATatteredSoul) and re-followed here! If you’re an rp/ask blog, the reason is obvious lol.
If you’re an art blog/personal, ahhhh I’m sorry I don’t have a personal nor feel like making a personal and juggling multiple blogs, I love seeing your art on my dash tooooo I hope ya’ll don’t mind!
WE’RE STARTING FRESH FAM.
-Feather
//Tatters has a laser pointer in his inventory. Even if it's for someone else, dont doubt for a second that he will use it on Web.
Not even he can resist the quick purple dot and he hates it.
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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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