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I did another AU, maybe one I will keep working on XD
It's right here: http://descendenceau.tumblr.com/ The AU is basically a story about the time that Asgore, Toriel etc etc etc were still on the surface, before the war. I have already writting the whole story-arc, but I just need to get everything to paper, which is the hardest part of writing. XD
So, yeah. That. -TheGravyNator
in failure, there’s opportunity.
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here have my disabled flame child with weird lighting idk just take it
Ian's show has a very popular AU called the Descendance AU. In it, during the final battle with the Bill-like big bad who's name I can't remember, Alcor and Stella defeat him, but Alcor's demonhood gets ripped away in the process and he ends up a child Stella's age. He ends up becoming kind of like her brother, and their story, although the canon is somewhat loose, extends for thousands of years as they keep being reincarnated close to one another and getting into hijinks.
WHYYYYYYYYY?
//I REALLY WANNA DRAW LUC RIGHT NOW BUT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH I'M SO BAD AT DRAWING GUYS OTHER THAN WHEATLEY
WHYYYYYYYYYYYYY
WHY DESCENDENCE
WHY ARE YOU SO HARD
AAAAAAAAAAH
// *is still failing at making Descendence things* *flops over dramatically* graaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.
//AYYY I GOT MY SCANNER BACK HAVE A TEST SCAN
Daelin. Descendence. copyright ME.
time spent: 15 minute drawing in the car, this past July.
Wooooo
On Ancestry
I find concepts of descendence very interesting, and it's always been a prominent theme in my poetry. Perhaps this is where my fascination with Eve originates, especially since she is not the original (Lillith is) yet she is the first. Created to be more docile, more obedient, and yet the mother of destruction (the birth of the end.)
To bring descendence to the more real and actual level that it enmeshes; I've always been fascinated with how truly and actually I am a highly specific accumulation of inheritance--my father's chin, my mother's eyes, my mother's love of poetry, my grandmother's iron-set compassion, my dad's humor, etc. and yet the greatest antithesis to them. I sometimes forget how close I am in likeness and character to my ancestors because of how different I am from them, just as I forget how distant we are when I look in the mirror (hate myself for saying 'when I look in the mirror'. Please forgive.)
When I passionately talk to my mom about social injustice, she always asks, "but how will that raise my taxes? how will that lower my property value?" type questions and it makes me so ill I could put my palm up against the stucco and retch. Not because I don't know these questions, know them like they were etched down my arm, but because they come from her, because I have her eyes, does that make sense? Does that mean that in some small part of me, some ancestral atom, I too have these questions?
Perhaps we do not only have to be the entirety of what is within us, but we are the choices that we make. I saw the red shaking of my hand once (my dad's hand) but I knew that I was gentle and angry and that I could be gentle in my anger, even if I have never seen that red shaking hand used that way. I never mentioned this in my Sociology of the Body class but I thought about it so much I stood in the shower until I pruned, because if there is anything I love about the body I inhabit, it is the learning (everyday) the way its independent parts gifted to me from other bodies, habits, and behaviors can live in ways they have never lived before. The smallest part of me believes that in stilling those angry fingers, in enlivening the eyes that tend toward the glazed, I change the nature of their very root. Maybe, just maybe, my father/mother/Eve might inherit their inheritance back.