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What Are You the God of

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Tatters:

patron of amends

it is not the most gratifying of works, but someone must oversee it. making amends is a tricky, slippery thing: they require sincerity and devotion, open ears and naked hearts. you cannot guarantee acceptance, only the sliver of time in which they can be seen and heard and attempt repentance. think of a festering wound and the healer that must clean and close it, plagued by the thought of underlying infection, amputation, certain death. consider of the likelihood of those terrors, but also: think of the injured at rest, then nursed back to full health and continuing to live a fruitful life. you are the god of tenderness and volatility, of intimate vulnerability and deep breaths, of searching for a safe place to land. god of misty eyes, god of the strength to still shaking hands, god of realizing wrongdoings and personal failures. defender of the prideful who are working towards humbleness, of sinners that will never again be entirely righteous. the one who blesses those fighting to make things right, falling onto swords and walking through fire if it can afford even just the smallest chance at forgiveness. the planter of the seed of closure, that will grow only when nurtured.

Webdings:

patron of tough love

let it be known: you do not stand by and approve of those who actively seek to hurt the ones they claim to love. but just because it is love, does not mean that it will always be soft. think of how a pack of wolves operate: strategic, deliberate, protective, entirely capable of ripping out throats and still raising their young with a burning love. think of the promise of safety in such a group, but also the devastation, should you betray its loyalty and upheave the order in place. you are the god of temperance, of caretakers, and of all those who must carry the weight of responsibility, even when it threatens to crush them dead. god of bending and enforcing rules, god of fair trial and punishment, god of breaking vicious cycles. protector of older siblings and of soft things needing thicker skin. deliverer of hard-fought clarity in a fit of rage, weaver of reason into discipline. you teach them how to be strong, to be consistent, in a world that demands them to choose cruelty. the grantor of armistice at the end of a long war, the one who blesses the hardened and makes them rest.

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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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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

//Apologies for the lack of activity, this month has been quite busy. @.@"

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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

Hiya!

Interested in the misadventures of a dork of a Gaster and his cantankerous doggo brother?  Please take a gander!  It’s an easy-going ask/rp blog that’s OC/Canon/Duplicate/Crossover friendly.

//JK the previous answer I couldn’t help it

Cue delighted skeleton noises!  Stars he missed him.

@void-bound-souls

Cue 300 of bat-ass tackling his skeleton husband