Notes: As of November 20th, it'll be 1 year since Underverse 0.8 part 1 comes out!! Huzzah!! Wishing Jakei well!! (And hoping her wrist gets better soon and her surgery goes well!!)
Did a good 'ol rewatch of 0.8 part 1 and did a silly lil drawging of it. My style doesn't really fit well for genuine and good pieces as opposed to silly doodles, but I wanted to do something for the occasion :))
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became a witch, within his labyrinth he would present his original self as a conductor, waving his hands through the air. With each motion, one of his creations would come to life around him in the scarily perfect way he had imagined his world.
But every time he noticed even the slightest imperfection in his work, he would start over again and again, growing more frustrated and enraged with every reset.
The people who enter at first would believe they are in the original universe they once knew, only to eventually discover XGaster conducting new creations before them. The world around them would begin glitching and twisting, reality becoming increasingly distorted as he endlessly restarts his creations over and over again in pursuit of perfection.
The more irritated he becomes with the way his creations unfold, the more his "original self" within the labyrinth begins to resemble his corrupted self. What angers him even further is having his progress interrupted. He will send his creations after the attacker, using them to remove whatever stands in the way of his work.
If he witnesses his creations being defeated, or acting in ways he does not approve of, he becomes increasingly frustrated by the fact that they are not behaving as he intended.
With every flaw, every mistake, and every tiny detail he notices that does not meet his standards, his anger continues to build. As his frustration reaches its peak, he gradually transforms further and further, until, like a larva becoming a butterfly, he blossoms from a cocoon and emerges in his true witch form.
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Day 3 of Gaster appreciation week! I figured that Wednesday was a good intersection of the week, so here’s X-Tale Gaster, and UnderVerse Gaster, too, I guess. This is one of my favorite Gaster concepts, and it’s just sooooo unique!
X-Tale and Underverse belong to @jakei95 and @xtaleunderverse (Although they’re kinda the same person. X) )
Might make this one digital, too, once I have some more time. :)
Notes: I've been wanting to do this for a while, maybe a full animatic, but I don't have the time, skill, or motivation for that. ...yet. So have this for now.
Pleasemake this a thing or a DTIYS because I think that would be soooo funnyyyy!! Draw different lyrics, switch who's Elphaba and Glinda, give them silly lil outfits. Please it would be sooooo funnnnyyyyyy
Sidenote: they are deceivingly hard to draw (for me at least) XGaster is so... shape. He's- like- a shape. Gurl has the body of a Tumblr sexyman with that skinny waist, broad shoulders, hourglass figure type shi he on. And fam definitely has a bondage kink but you didn't hear it from me-
And Epic!tale Gaster is like- just some dude. Just some strong, muscular guy which is- kinda weird because he's a skeleton but- to each their own ig. (Also, I didn't know which design to use so I hope this one is ok)
Week 47 - The Birthdays That Could’ve Been (and Maybe Were)
Creator: me:))
word count: 822
notes:
(Almost) HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO CROSS!
(Almost) HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO CROSS!!
(Almost) HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO CROOOOOOOOOOOSS!!!!!
(Almost) HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO CROSS!
yeah- this is a Cross birthday special for his birthday on the 10th.
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Sans sighed, closing the door shut.
It was a rough patrol today, the kid kept running off, people kept pestering him, he was home loads later than normal.
His armor was heavy, he was hot, he was tired, his feet ached. He just wanted to collapse, maybe take a shower, and do nothing for the rest of the day.
The house was dark, which wasn’t abnormal, especially seeing as he was home later than usual, but he had been trained to notice everything.
Slipping a dagger from his sleeve into his hand, he eyed the room carefully as he switched on the lights.
Maybe Papyrus was at a friend's house. His father was in his lab thinking. Maybe they went out for a walk. Maybe they went out looking for him. Maybe they went out for dinner. Maybe the-
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!”
He flinched lifting up the dagger in defense, but he dropped his arm as he saw a crowd of people in his house.
“What…” Sans dissipated the dagger, his hands flying to cover his mouth in disbelief, tears pooling at his eyes.
“Happy birthday, brother!” Papyrus stepped out of the crowd, taking ahold of his brother and lifting him up like a ragdoll.
He looked to everyone, Gaster, the humans, Undyne, Alphys, The King, Queen, and Prince, Mettaton, even Muffet. They were all here.
“It’s your big day, boneheaded!” Undyne was next to step out as he was lifted by his brother and spun around.
“Papyrus!!” He cried, holding tightly onto the others hands for stability.
“Oh come, Dearie, no need to be so surprised. It only happens every year.” Muffet spoke up, giggling with a cake in her hands, the phrase “Happy Birthday Sans” written in pretty font and icing atop the cake. “Isn’t that right, Frisk?”
Said human smiles, giving a thumbs up, standing next to Muffet and holding one of her hands. Chara sighed, rolling his eyes as he went to stand next to his brother.
“Yeah, stop crying “Royal Guard” it’s just a birthday.” Chara groaned, teasing him.
“Shut up, Kid.” Sans responded as his brother set him down, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand.
“Watch your words, son.” They looked to Gaster, crossed arms and narrowed eyes.
Sans smiled sheepishly before coughing, a cold, metallic hand slapped into his back. He looked up to see Mettaton mirroring Frisk, giving a stiff thumbs up.
“Now now all,” the deep, soothing voice of Asgore got heads turning. “Let’s not overwhelm him.”
“Happy birthday, my child.” Toriel smiled sweetly, putting a soft hand on his shoulder and giving a kind smile.
There was a warm feeling inside of him, fuzzy and nice. Surrounded by people that cared enough to throw him a party. Homemade cake, over the top decorations, heartfelt gifts, enjoyable activities.
He didn’t cry often, and he didn’t cry a lot that day either. There was no sobbing, no breaking down. Just smiles and laughs, inside jokes and a memorable evening. Though, he would lie if he said there weren’t happy tears when they sang him happy birthday, when he saw the sentimental presents, when they waved goodbye and all of a sudden he was left with a fizzling feeling of warmth and belonging fading from his soul as the commotion and noise and people and activity and everything silenced.
Laying in the bed, the party happened just downstairs. Everyone else asleep and content in their rooms. Cross still sniffled, forever unused to a celebration just for him.
Maybe a memory, maybe a hopeless fantasy, as the celebration continued, his mind wandered to a time. A time before it all. A time back then. A time he couldn’t tell was real or not. Was it part of a timeline? Was it just a dream? Was that a moment a past him had lived? Was that a time his mind made up to cope? He didn’t know.
He was grateful when the Bad Guys threw him that surprise party after his solo mission, he was grateful they handmade the cake despite no one but Horror knowing how to bake, he was grateful they put so much thought into the gifts they got just for him. He was grateful they set up moments where his mind could forget how in another life, this celebration would’ve never been a thing that crossed his mind. How in another life, a scene exactly like this played out. How those other lives were trapped perfectly pristine in his mind and yet he couldn’t differentiate what was real and what were his mind playing tricks on him.
He enjoyed the surprise, he enjoyed the celebration, he enjoyed the cake, he enjoyed the laughter, he enjoyed the gifts, he enjoyed the moment. He enjoyed it, he really did.
But lying awake, still grappling with the fact this was his reality, his mind wandered to the birthdays that could’ve been, or maybe were.
