#1230am

[connorundertale]

autodesk is great if you like the traditional look (nice job past me for buying the pro version that one time)

[connorundertale]

I’m not good at writing action or anything remotely compelling but here’s my attempt with some plot (magical boy)

“They force the Husks to work?” Whitney’s voice sounded disgusted and possibly even worried as he noticed the thousand-yard stare the cashier had.

“It’s legal. They” (1230am wasn’t sure who ‘they’ was, to be honest.) “say it helps more than keeping them at their house. Or a home or a Husk center.” 1230am said quietly. He register beeped as the cashier scanned the water bottles. Bagged them. Like a machine, or a puppet. Even as a kid, it unnerved him.

“2.50.” The Husk’s voice sounded like an attic. Creaky, musty, filled with cobwebs. He gave the change and said in the same tone, “come back soon.”

“His name’s Hector. He was in my English class in high school.” 1230am explained as they walked out of the convenient store. Maybe it was a risky idea, what with the dark of the night, but it was part of the job either way. “His soul’s been gone since last year... I don’t think it’s coming back.” he sighed heavily.

“And what does this city do with the Soulless Husks?” Whitney asked. “A year is, unfortunately, too long for the soul to go on.”

“Depends on the family,” 1230 shrugged. The concrete of the sidewalk was jagged, annoying to walk on. “a lot of people keep it. They hope and beg for someone to find the soul... But they can have it killed or sent to a home.” The mere presence of those homes made him shake. “I found some souls-- the car salesman at Toyota, a little girl, a teacher, and a sales person who were almost Gone. I was super lucky the Angel didn’t digest them...”

His sentence trailed off as the ambient silence of the night was filled with a shrill chorus, like nails on a chalkboard. And before Whitney could issue and order, 1230 was gone in a puff of smoke, a path of flowers following as he ran into the sky, lunging at the two descending Angels. Whitney immediately vaulted after and snapped him out of the sky and pulled him to the nearest roof.

“What in Nova’s name was that?!” Whitney demanded. “That’s how Magi get killed!”

“I always do that! Am I just supposed to let them land and fucking eat everyone? The Angels get distracted by me and don’t go off toward them.”

“Strike from the shadows, 1230.” And with that, he leapt from the roof-- and vanished. Then in a blink, appeared behind the Angels and sliced them open. A handful of souls rained down, and 1230 quickly went to catch them with his net before any other Angels showed up. After all, the singing wasn’t over.

“Show off.” 1230 scoffed as Whitney gathered the last of the souls, lingering on one before stuffing it in his bag.

“The key is to never charge into their faces. You can strike from above, below, behind.” he stuck the bag back on his belt loop. “Show me how you do it on that one.” There was one next to the convenient store they were just at. A scrawny one, too.

1230 scoffed and ran off the roof, flower path rising again as he charged head on. Ugh. Lifted his net and caught it over the Angel’s head-- its claws, inky and sharp as a scalpel, reached eagerly for his soul.

Whitney got in position to strike, if needed.

But it screeched as 1230 pushed the net further and further down, engulfing its struggling body-- until it vanished into about three souls.

The doll Magi touched back down and emptied the souls from his bug net into his pouch.

“It’s the easiest way. And this net, is like, meant for soul catching I think. They just stay in there until I move ‘em out.”

[this is getting too long there’s more but i dont feel like typing anymore lmao]

[connorundertale]

mostly just me looking for 1230's color scheme (for his hair)

[connorundertale]

1230: uhhh does anyone else see that huuuge shadow? Pancake: unfortunately / also i know shadows and lighting dont work that way but ive always sucked shit at art and always will so really who gives a fuck.

[churrosxsalsa]

quiero estar a solas.

quiero paz.

quiero dejar de sentirme triste.

no quiero caer en depresión de nuevo (ya lo estoy).

me retiré el peso de encima y volviste a colocarlo con tu falta de madurez.

[imadeoutwithmikeywayonwarpedtour]

i want to spray moritz seider's hair with no tears detangler and watch as the tears stream down his face as i brush out all of the knots in his hair

[red-swarm]

got a lot of sleep last night i guess. might end up being a late one....should probably..use this time wisely...

[lhmprradio]

Author Erica Roberts @2DaMaxRecords speaks with Oliver "OT" Thomas on WBOK