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Send “⏬” to see my muse in a low point of their life || No longer accepting

Stan sat against the apartment wall, the room filling with the gloom he’d been felt since evacuating from Ponchella. His bones ached with loneliness and longing for the friends he’d left behind. But what else could he do? He couldn’t let the Plague get to them too. He wouldn’t. He liked them too much to let that kind of nightmare happen to them. 

There was a soft purring mrow as a semi-short haired cat sauntered up and climbed into his lap. She purred and nuzzled him, seeking attention while also seeking to comfort. The ploy worked and soon the cat was wrapped in the man’s arms and being scritched with gentle fingers.

“Heya Don,” Stan mumbled stroking his cat’s noggin. “How’s my girl?” 

The cat purred loudly, adoring the attention as he scratched her back and forehead. As he did so, Steak’s voice drifted through his head, sending pangs of grief radiating through his bones. 

‘You got a problem with Whiskers?’ Steak had asked before introducing him to the cat. Other voices began to pile in, each one seeking to remind him of a friend he’d left behind. Sansy, Dove, Smoke, Gorey, Tori, Humerus, Gigi… that grumpy bespectacled skeleton scientist whose mug he still had in storage… So many precious people in his life and most of them not even residents of his own world. 

“Aw, Whiskers,” Stanley mumbled as his fleshy facade fell. “I wonder if they know how much I miss them?”

So since I was in a really awful emotional state yesterday, I went to one of my archived blogs and reread some of the interactions there between my favorite duo, Bonely from @pawnshopsouls and Steak from @bigmisteak . So have some cutes of Bonely busking with Steak!

Salem Bonachard || Pt 2

Mmmm.

See into my muses past! Send 🔮 and I will write a drabble of a memory that your muse gets to see into.

Bonely sat at a table much too large for him as a round-ribbed skeleton in a green striped shirt and a cabby hat snickered at him. He glared, the furrow of his eye ridges being one of the few imperfections on his otherwise perfectly round skull.

“Not a word Steak,” the pinstriped skeleton growled, sounding nothing like himself and more like a Sans impersonation of him. The cabby-hatted skeleton lost it. His snorts of laughter could be heard across the street, making the now 3-ish foot tall skeleton in pinstripes wish he were back in that garbage can.

“Oh, boy, I knew you were short on help but ya didn’t say you were this short!” Steak laughed clasping a hand to his head to keep his hat from falling off.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up cough drop,“ Bonely grumbled and picked up his menu. From the looks of his sleeves, black and purple pinstripes were still his thing, but the hands at the end of the sleeves… looked just Sans’. As if it were him in this weird memory instead of Bonely.

Finally, Steak regained his composure. “Heheheh, so—heh-how long’ll this last?”

Bonely huffed and shrugged. “Well, it ain’t worn off yet, so it’ll be fer however long it takes me teh figure out how teh undo it. Because I dunno about you, but I’m not too keen on bein’ stuck at almost half my normal size ‘n ‘sittin’ in a high-chair the rest a’ my life.”

‘Once I get my hands on that picture-singin’ vanisher, I’ll wring his phantomy neck!’

Bonely’s thoughts were almost interrupted by his green-clad buddy when a slender feminine skeleton in a poodle skirt uniform strolled to them.

“Here’s your menu sir,” she said cheerfully, handing Steak his menu. “And one for the junior.~”

What Face? by @bigmisteak

Going through my phone and uploading my photos, I ran into this little gem and smiled. This is Bonely as a hognose snake talking to his buddy Steak (played by my friend Maunder who also made this wonderful piece) and honestly, it just brightened my day. 

It reminded me of how much I love Bonely and Steak’s hard-love, best friend relationship and that’s honestly one of the reasons closing Bonely’s blog was so hard. I mean, Bonely wasn’t just a character to me. He was the medium I used to connect with people, to break the ice because I’m seriously not very good at talking with folks. I’m a recluse and a hermit, so I don’t usually say something outside of “Hey, how are things? Anything I can help with?” when first talking with someone because that’s literally how I open conversations in real life since helping someone with something usually opens to doors to further conversation. But you can’t really do that online, so you need another conversation starter.

But when you have a character interacting with another, that’s an instant conduit for making friends and one of my favorite people with whom I connected with was Maunder.