Hey guys, you noticed that I posted a countdown a few days ago, but didn't update as soon as possible. There's been a lot of things were said an hour before it reached zero. To get to the point, I left a lot of things behind because despite months of troubled times, I did my best to keep up the pace.
And during the countdown, I realized that despite some efforts to stay strong with some things that were slowly killing me, I went to a point of almost breaking down at work. I asked my good friend to help me out, and he helped me let out my frustrations. And in those frustrations were disappointments in life that I was never ready for. Despite all that, I decided to leave the last thing I loved behind an hour earlier than usual. And when the countdown hit 0, I just stopped crying.
I'm thankful for the friends who understood and supported me during tough times, and one of them is a developer named @dzahndragon who is making a project. It hurts to go but hey, I'll support him and the devs from the sidelines. Other than that, now that I'm off to a fresh start... It's time I get back to where I left off with #SeedOfFlowey
Beautiful animation. On a side note, she seems to be the kind to be the b word isn’t it? I don’t like those type of villains but damn thy’re good at making us hate them with their powerfull charisma!
Undertale: You Don’t See Me
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Lineart and Shading by: @smieska-draws
Story and Coloring by: Nathan Weaver
Based on the fanfic: Undertale: Long Road
In Asriel’s attempt to go around and out of the castle grounds, he ends up in South City. In his current adult form, he can simply cloak himself and travel by himself. But despite the possibility, he fears that while he ponders to himself, he might end up cancelling his cloaking magic. He also can’t put anyone who encounters them to sleep, as the unusual situation might get reported to the royal guards.
“Hey…!” I young boy calls from afar. The goat prince looks to where the voice originated from, and notices that he’s the one being referred to. “Over here, quick!” his voice is loud enough to alert anyone, but for some reason he’s being ignored. The young boy had short white hair, and a green shirt with cartoony armor designs. Asriel notices that something’s wrong, but with all other options he could think of are risks, he follows the child.
After a few zigzags and routes followed, they stop for a moment to breathe in and out. The young boy looks at the side, making sure that the area is clear from the guards. In a moment, Asriel accidentally transforms back into his child form. The child reacts in awe with his hands on his face. “Wow, you can transform!” the goat child immediately puts his hand over the other’s mouth, “Shhh! The guards might hear us!” he looks around in caution. It’s not every day for anyone to see someone transform into a younger version, even more to encounter a goat monster roaming the human city without being scarred for life.
“Hey, are you an angel?” The child asks with a cheery curiosity? “Uhhhh.” Asriel doesn’t know how to respond to that. “It’s like you can fly, and you’re white! Papa told me that Angels are flying white creatures with wings!” Chara gives a weird thought. “But I didn’t have wings…” he replies with a weird taunting face. “Duh! Angels hide their wings, don’t they?” Asriel felt dumbfounded by the human child’s interaction, as he runs out of the alley. “Follow me~! Everything should be clear now!”
I kinda forgot to update you guys here in Tumblr, but I’m here right now informing you that a new chapter of Seed of Flowey has been posted. I’m already working on the next chapter as well, since I have a LOT to catch up.
Hey guys. Ro-kun is still kicking (almost barely). It's been a while since I last posted something here that doesn't have a teaser. I've been meaning to say, thanks for sticking even through my inactivity in posting something. And also... I apologize for not fulfilling my promised next chapter update in a timely manner.
Just when I was ready to face the music, things happened. Work became more stressful, a loss of a companion, and mostly downed. But that doesn't mean that I'm going to give up on the story. It's just that time and mood aren't on my side. Even if you see me play, reply, submit, or any activity outside, it's almost a hollow version of me.
Even at this state of despair... I won't give up. I've been to this state long before I decided to write the story. And yet, I'm still alive. I may not be able to promise updates in a timely manner, but bear with me. I'm still fighting to get that spark of me back. And when I do come back with a smile similar to Asriel's, I will be more than revved up. It's not just a matter of Determination anymore. It's a matter of breaking past Despair.
It’s been a while since I last posted a teaser. Don’t worry, guys! I’m not dead, and so is the story.
It was never the first time the two went separate ways, as the gun man doesn’t seem to mind. He knows that Dianne can cover more ground than he could. With her speed, she can solo the search for Papyrus, but why is he included? He scratches his head for a moment, just before he hits his own goggles by accident. He feels lucky enough to have been a residence of the city, otherwise he would have been another person who is as lost as the tall skeleton.
The city lights go behind him slowly go dark behind him, one-by-one the darkness chase him. He feels an ominous presence in that darkness, and ran towards the trail of city lamps without question. It was a familiar feeling, similar to the vibe he got when his apartment was attacked by the man who speaks in hands. There was no question about it, it was Gaster reaching towards him. He could fight him again, but what chance does he have if he confronts the same enemy that took him down easily? A flash of image appears in his head.
An image of the tall skeleton, standing at the end of the pier, looking at the sea. Even at the flash, he didn’t stop running. Seven shook his head, and in turn he clashed towards one of the lamp posts. His right leg and arms extended, while his body is still feeling the cold pain of the metal shaft. It took him a moment before he becomes unstuck, as his scream of pain echoed throughout the neighborhood. He muffled himself shortly after, while feeling that his nose might have broken.
“ARRRGHHH!” he tries his best to muffle his cries with his hand, as he forces himself to run in the direction where the pier is. Coincidentally, all the street lights lead to it. It didn’t cross his mind about [certain suspicious elements] around him. He just ran towards that direction. Blood drops from his nose. Rolling over on solid concrete, he still continues to muffle himself. It didn’t take long before a familiar face appears before him. His sense of pain stopped, as fear takes over. “No….”
With eyes widen, he felt a strange sensation. Gaster stands before him, extending his hands toward his face. “No….!” the sensation of being taken to a weird place, his fear and confusion intensifies. “No. No. No!” he takes his left revolver and aims it at the abductor’s cracked eye. “I don’t want to be taken, again…!” A flashback of Dianne desperately reaching out for him, when he was being taken by Gaster appears.
He pulls the trigger in haste, at the man who speaks in hands. With the use of his silver revolver, all his attacks are focused on direct firepower. Without thinking, he continues to fire all seven rounds in panic. All bullets went through the abductor. It didn’t take long before it disappeared, all while Seven was frozen on the ground still pointing his gun to where Gaster was standing. “Heh heh heh…” He feels like he's slowly losing it. The gun man starts to chuckle with eyes trembling.
That chuckle turns to laughter; he laughed while his eyes tremble. He drops his hand with the gun on the sidewalk, all while realizing that he felt shooting at an empty space. He asks himself in his mind, ‘was it all a hallucination?’ his chuckles didn’t last long, as it breaks into tears. The fear of being succumb by shadows, all while being blinded by it made it feel like he’s a puppet ready to be used by the mastermind. “No more.....no...more...”
“….hey, are you alright…?” a familiar tone of voice was heard.
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