#nullaesthetics

The pun, explained, though it's rather obvious: since he's partly a Ghast on his father's side - yeah I'm not going to bother spelling it out it's just like. Right there.

Wights in his world refer to "undead of mixed origin" - his mother's side had enough skeleton for him to look exactly like one until just before the monster equivalent of puberty kicked in.

The apothecary he used to study under was a human dude in the little mixed human-monster village he and his family lived in. The guy liked to joke that he was an honorary human because "he has a skeleton inside him, too :)" (Gaster stopped trying to point out that the 'skin' was growing from/into/dissolving/otherwise removing the 'skeletal' part of him after a while; old guy thought it was funny).

His parents were in charge of funerary ritual for both monsters and humans until the war and unrest reached their village. It began with a human priest deciding to set up shop and sow suspicion among the people living there.

The Royal Archivist was a fluffy old crow, looked kind of like the lovechild of a honchkrow and Pokiehl. They met during some ceremony or another, became good friends, and then had a falling out over something stupid.

He ceased incorporating feathers into his wardrobe because it was due to a couple of them getting sucked into an experimental machine that caused it to explode. This explosion had two significant results: 1. he ended up injured to a degree that he could not physically nor metaphysically nor mentally heal from, and 2. a lab tech he had been working with that day died. Until his jump he maintained (even if only to himself) that he should have been the one to die that day, since it had been his fault.

That incident led him on a downward spiral which, combined with a few other life events that occurred afterward (like submitting his fallen mother to the DT trials run by Alphys) and some external coaxing by what he assumed at the time to be a hallucinatory influence caused by his own guilt, led him to try killing himself via the CORE. He thought it would be poetic to die via his greatest achievement. Obviously it did not work out.

Editing to add a doodle of the Archivist,

Fig. x Yuno Gasai meme pose parody of a particularly fluffy iteration of W.D. Gaster.

Since it's Valentine's Day, also known as an excuse to doodle another blorbo from my shows in the funny meme pose...

This bad egg is obsessive malewife material. Will spoil the fuck out of you but also make asinine excuses to be around you every. Waking. Hour. Of the day, night, and otherwise. Especially now, since he has no responsibilities to his name anymore.