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finally completed chapter 5 of deltarune

it got way better after beating the light blue girl

rating: 6/10 The middle and End is peak, the beginning needs to be a lil more unique and fun

[spoilers!] Flowery was a fun challenge, didn't find the secret boss tho

#deltarune #deltarune chapter 5 #chapter 5 #chapter 5 deltarune #chapter 5 spoilers #deltarune chapter 5 spoilers

the fact that fandom gaster has changed from “uwu edgy scientist man who created sans and papyrus and is the most powerful” to “FUCK YOU HES GREEN NOW AND ALSO A PIRATE” will never not be hilarious

like how are these the same character

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now i can't help but picture a kid handplates gaster pretending to be a pirate

like a stick for a sword and all

#undertale #deltarune #gaster #undertale gaster #deltarune gaster #handplates

Gaster Gang Dream Planets!

WD: Derse Swap: Prospit Fell: Derse Stars: Prospit B: Derse Swapfell: Prospit Maestro: Prospit

#gaster gang #gaster #wingding #swap!gaster #fell!gaster #stars!gaster #b!gaster #swapfell!gaster #swapfell #swapfell gaster #maestro!gaster #prospit dreamer #derse dreamer #homestuck #also i headcanon that Kin would have the same hiveswap true sign as B's dad

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Your words have no meaning

That's why you’re screaming so loud

My headcanons about the 3 dads (Stars' Dad, B's Dad, WD's Grandpa)

WD's Grandpa: Prospit, Seer of Time. Dead in his universe due to old age. An anomaly called him 'Popeye' once.

B's Dad: Derse, Sylph of Doom. Dead in his universe due to the war, and old age. Holds his pinky finger up when using a spoon.

Stars' Dad: Derse, Mage of Void. Dead in his universe due to a horrible accident involving a herd of cows. Got extremely offended by an anomaly calling him a mushroom once.

General: There's a part of the void EXTREMELY far away from the Gasters where they ended up after they died. They get along 'fine'.

#gaster gang #wd's grandpa #blindy's dad #stars' dad #headcanons

My (Bad) Gaster Gang Headcanons

General:

The void has a small lake with (very undrinkable) water and mysterious fungi. Who knows where it came from

it rains sometimes, though it is so cold that often it's snow.

Wingding:

Before the void, would only make himself black coffee. He still makes coffees that way whilst in the void, but whenever the others make him coffee, they at least add a bit of milk.

Sometimes scratches the table he sits at with his non-dominant hand. It makes a horrible noise and annoys everyone who witnesses.

Does not like eating fish.

Would be a Derse dreamer.

Swap:

There were points in his life where he had more than two 'personalities'. Sometimes, there are a few minutes where no personalities are controlling him. He becomes still and unresponsive when like this.

Cannot talk and measure stuff at the same time. He learnt this the hard way

Blue side talks constantly -- he talks to move his mouth, not to talk to you.

Orange side often ends up crossing peoples boundaries, and upsetting them. Thus, he usually leaves the Blue side for the people stuff, and really comes out when things get "serious"

Would be a Prospit dreamer.

Fell:

Has a mark where Swapfell bit him once. The mark stayed because B bit him in the exact same spot a few days later

Whenever there is a horror movie on, he just stares with a blank look on his face.

Has walked the furthest away from the house out of the main 5

Does not say slurs

Has very heavy footsteps, and grips cups strongly. As a result he does not and cannot sneak up on people.

Would be a Derse dreamer.

Stars:

Takes up the most amount of couch. by pure positioning alone.

Does not eat mushrooms (his father's head looks kinda like a mushroom)

considers sporulation to be slightly taboo (don't ask him why)

Does not know much slang or 'normal' metaphors.

Falls asleep in the bath, so showers instead

Would be a Prospit dreamer.

Has a mound of clothes that do not fit him on the floor. He lays on top of them from time to time.

When he walks, he puts one foot directly in front of the other and has the posture of a posh person

Whenever he dances with someone, their hips WILL be touching in some way. no exceptions.

Once wore a dress in front of the others. He apparently looked really good in it.

Would be a Derse dreamer.

Swapfell:

Bites people and things

Enjoys the concept of weird anatomy and weird lifeforms, and thus one of his favourite animals is the platypus.

Likes to draw, even if his drawing tends to be nothing more than scribbles vaguely resembling something.

Eats the weird void fungi and drinks the void water

Stole broken headphones from the house. He wears them from time-to-time.

His biggest fear is being in a small space. He likes spreading out and taking up a lot of space for this very reason.

Would be a Prospit dreamer.

Maestro:

Gets called every variation of 'music boy' imaginable. It has gotten to the point where he once got called 'beetroot'. beetroot.

Occasionally drinks bleach.

After a while of the Gasters being stuck in the void, he stopped visiting as often because he kept nearly getting stuck in there too.

accidentally formed a desire path along with Fell and B due to walking in the exact same direction to the house.

Hard to understand due to the Shakespearean grammar he uses, and that he has the vowel sounds of Shakespearean English as well

Would be a Prospit dreamer.

#gaster gang #gaster #wingding #swap!gaster #fell!gaster #stars!gaster #b!gaster #swapfell!gaster #swapfell #swapfell gaster #maestro!gaster #headcanons

Swapfell in the style of the Roaring Knight

i originally didn't want to give him bendable limbs, but that would've been too difficult to pose

#swapfell!gaster #gaster #gaster gang #roaring knight #the roaring knight #made in mspaint #my art #art #upscaled in piskel #the large sharp object in the lightworld would be a bit of glass or smth

Open Your Heart, It's Gonna Be Alright -- A Gaster Gang Fanfic

Swapfell - Summer ?

Another day out here in the dark. Literally. I can't even see my own shadow. And don't get me started on the cold. Yeah I don't like it, but eh, that's what I deserve anyways. At least there's that abandoned building that can keep me shelter and stuff.

I just stare at the house from afar. I'm not going back there anytime soon. Or ever — which wouldn't be surprising, seeing as they all hate me now. I'm sure of it. What I did cannot be easily forgiven; I shouldn't be anyway.

I don't deserve mercy. I don't deserve help. I don't deserve anything.

Yet they've still tried… And I'll never know why because you know what I did, how I'd react, and that I'm too far gone. It's easier to chalk it up to stupidity than to think about it. Kinda gets on my nerves sometimes.

I can see Fell clearing up the anomalies in my area. He's good at it, I'll give him that. Though it's kind of inconvenient for me because I use them to do my chores, for a lack of better words.

Those anomalies, they're "Powerful, evil beings borne from the resets of timelines," according to Wingding. I'm surprised they didn't kill me when they got the chance — the anomalies, I mean. I'm not gonna jinx it; I doubt it'd be too pleasant to die that way.

So anyways, "Why is he writing down stuff if nobody's gonna read it?", one may ask. It's simple, really. I heard (and definitely not from Maestro) that writing things down in a diary or journal or something can help 'self-reflect' and stuff. So yeah, that's why.

But yet my hands feel like something is twitching and convulsing on it like the dark tendrils of my soul are seeping liquid control over my consciousness and my body. It is beginning to convince me that the only solution to this is to snap my palm into two. To just let my entire being cry out in agony, like it deserves to be. (I need to snap out of this I felt content for a while)

I grab my pen with pure, unadulterated panic, then I begin to draw the outcome, with hasty and messy scribbles being the star of this insanity-induced portrait. The nerves soon fade, and the writhing stops too, but now my hands are killing me.

I need to stop making this so dark before I go too far.

I take refuge in the warmth of my jacket. It's my favourite one, having gotten it many, many years prior to my fall into the void, somewhere I cannot remember. It's fluffy. It smells like me.

Fell has noticed me curled up in a ball, judging by how he is slowly walking up to me. His friendly walk keeps a hold of my attention until he is right next to me. I look up, not noticing that he has gotten down onto my level. There are words being said to me, but I do not listen. My haphazardly-drawn art gets picked up by him, and he looks at me, then back at the scribble.

Over and over and over until I finally react and make some nasty comment telling him to go away. The words he throws about become aggressive, and I just put on a nervous smile as he berates me for my rudeness when he is showing "genuine concern."

And then I apologise.

His tone instantly becomes much calmer and less aggressive. Who knew that owning up to your own actions actually helps?

His voice is always rough, like sand or it's paper form. Yet from sand creates glass — a transparent material that allows people to see through to what any other material, in it's place, would be blocking. Sand comes from rock — a hard substance that is largely unmoving, only becoming sand from it being whittled down by the environment around it. The void has turned him from a harsh and unmoving wall, into a gritty, yet open individual. I think.

I make another one of my 'classic' comments, though nothing nasty, and say that he can visit later if he wants. I'm gonna go to sleep right here and most likely not now.

--END--

#gaster #gaster gang #swapfell!gaster #fell!gaster #not a ship #fanfic #first ever fic #may be ooc #swapfell #swapfell gaster #maestro!gaster #wingding #(mentioned)

sketch of swapfell

he is my favourite

#swapfell!gaster #gaster gang #gaster #my art #traditional art #sketch #the shoulder parts of the cloak look like dog ears on him XD

he be slurpin' on dat SPAGET

drawn in mspaint, upscaled with piskel. im not good at digital art, i'm used to drawing with pencil and paper

TEXT: Fell: You shouldn't be using a straw. Swapfell: I know, I know, it's bad for the environment and stuff... Fell: Yeah, but I mean... it's a weird way to eat spaghetti. Swapfell: *sluurp*

#swapfell!gaster #fell!gaster #gaster gang #gaster #my art #art #digital art #ms paint

More Incorrect Gaster Gang Quotes

Fell: I've met a lot of pricks in my time, but you, Swapfell, are a fucking cactus.

Swap: Are you guys bringing anything to the party? Fell: Yeah, an empty stomach. Stars: My sparkling personality. Swapfell: A flagrant disregard for common decency. Wingding: … Wingding: Chips.

Fell: You shouldn't be using a straw. Swapfell: I know, I know, it's bad for the environment and stuff. Fell: Yeah, but I mean… it's a weird way to eat spaghetti.

Swapfell: I have no respect for Santa. Don’t sneak in through the chimney and undermine my authority by bringing my family presents. Walk in through the front door and fight me like a man.

Fell: What if mayonnaise came in cans? Swapfell: Well, that would suck because you can't microwave metal. Swap: Good morning to everyone except these two people.

Swapfell: People always shoot down my ideas and I’m sick of it. Two sentences in and everyone’s always shouting “what the fuck? that’s illegal!” and “you can’t do that!”. Like, c'mon, let me talk!

Blindy: Can I have some? Swapfell, mouth full of cheesecake: It's really spicy, you wouldn't like it.

Swapfell, at the slightest provocation: I came into this earth screaming and covered in someone else's blood and and I'm not afraid to leave the same way.

Blindy: I know where you live. Swap: Where? Blindy: In a house.

Swapfell: Did you miss me while I was gone? Blindy: You were gone?

#wingding #swapfell!gaster #swap!gaster #fell!gaster #b!gaster #stars!gaster #gaster gang #gaster

classpecting the gasters for no reason

Wingding: Heir of Light Swap: Bard of Breath Fell: Knight of Blood Stars: Witch of Space B: Thief of Heart Swapfell: Rogue of Life Maestro: Maid of Mind

i have no reason for these other than vibes

#gaster gang #gaster #swapfell!gaster #wingding #maestro!gaster #swap!gaster #fell!gaster #homestuck #classpecting #b!gaster #stars!gaster

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"The self-reflection on the Introspection." & "Childish to the heart"

|| inner healing part 1 ||

"I wasn't so surprised that swap was being nice to me, I'm surprised on that he wants to be friends with me after what I have done. What's worse is that he walked in on me, doing self-therapy in my notes and papers. he hugged me and told me he was so proud of me. And he just...cried, he cried so hard. I have never in my whole life been so embarrassed and cringed by my own self. I don't like being vulnerable, it's reasonable. I just don't wanna be taken advantage of. And swap? He blindly risks it all by simply being fucking nice to them! Sometimes I'm wonder if he has...and if he did. why did he continues to be nice to people? I won't ever understand optimistic people. Sometimes I secretly worry for him, as a person whose been in their head alot, for years. It isn't fun, it's painful, torture process to crawl out of. I can tell, he's recently doing the same. There is no other reason for him to talk to me, unless he wants to know through my experience and advice. Because to him, I'm a "bad boy" who knows alot and dealt with alot of bullshit. I'm like the worst version of him, his the best version of me. I'm not a idoit and either he is. But honestly, I could give a shit less, I got free pizza from him and now we're watching the X-files. I'll. . .appreciate him more. For being here at least."

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I stand outside in the cold snow, the snow was piling up onto my shoulders and coat. It was getting dark as the sunsets to dawn. I was waiting for the red light just to cross down the street, I looked in glass of the window and see my own self-reflection that didn't belong to me. It's a shadow of me, of someone toxic and abusive I used to be. a monster beyond redemption. noone understands me better then I do, I won't understand why people wanted to be friends with me. being trapped in this body and have a brain that is strongly against me is already insufferable and suffocating. I know something is wrong me and there's more. But I'm fine. I'm okay, it's all in my head. I'm in a safe place, I'm not in danger.

Why am I panicking over nothing again?

There's nothing to fight for.

..Five. I see a trash can, window, snowman, a red car, and a tree. Four...I'm a holding a bag, I can feel plastic, I feel my jacket against my bones..its warm. Fuck, I don't know what else. Okay okay okay so I'm...swapfell and it's 2013, December 9th.10:45 pm.

I'm safe, I'm fine. I see the colors of red, white, blue sky , and green. I see Christmas lights...I'm safe, just stop looking in the reflection. It's just a Hallucination, I'm fine.

I am okay. I'm here today.

I'm gonna walk across the street now.

I am safe.

Just bringing dounts to my friends.

I'm just. . . .annoyed and exhausted with myself today. I can't even FUCKING handle my own mood swings! NO... no.

Just bring the dounts to our friends and shut the fuck up...

Why do they even like me?

{{It's kinda vent/but not really since I was planning to kidnapped sfg and make a story about mental health issues. But I am kinda projecting onto him and Fluttershy 👹but you won't know. If it's me or the character, OR THE LYRICS HA THATS RIGHT. Anyways I was aggressively inspired by "bit of a monster" by vylet pony. This drawing was supposed to be experimental with a new brush, and such. I felt so comfortable and brave enough with it, I honestly feel like I can draw any pose in it♡ so I'm sorry if anything is off with the pose and such, this was supposed to be a fun drawing I WAS AGGRESSIVELY INSPIRED BY VYLET PONY SO MEANING FULL SHIT SO HA}}

i saw the designs for the fem!gasters in the Gaster gang and i'm very confused. i may be overthinking this far, far too much, but how and why did their species evolve for only the women to have hair/head fur, like what were the reasons for that adaptation??? and how on earth are they mammals (or i think they are depicting them as such), because they are made of magic, would a magical species have the same incentives to be mammals as physical beings?

sorry if this is a bit of an... odd curiosity

#gaster gang #fem!gasters #its a stupid question #but it's always confused me #are their designs just anthropomorhphic or smth?#god this is a weird and pointless question