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Gamps sketch for the soul)) Gasty/Wybie @truelabsafterdark

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Happy Valentines Day! Have some gamps! Wyibe @truelabsafterdark

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Affections

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Though not currently visible, his soul pulsed behind his ribs, thrummed with the pulsing of his magic through his weary bones, running along and in the marrow. Such gentleness and care going into every touch brought such a soothing warmth to his soul. Such soft caresses; never harsh or punishing, not even firm. A pleased sigh left him. Even the kiss held such sweetness and sent his soul aflutter.

Alarm hit him at the sight of tears and then the confusion, washing over him in a wave as the other pushing away. Fear was next to come, the salt in the sea of confusion. Had he done something wrong? Said something? A pang of guilt hit his soul, but he was speaking before he’d even found words.

‘Why was he saying this?’ Why would he not? He was one of the very reasons he still got up in the morning; what brightened his days; what brought such joy, such happiness, such love to a sad old man who had too many regrets, who had seen too much; he was the one who brought such warmth to his broken body and soul.

How could he even voice that, that he was his, body and soul? How could he ever find the words? This small fragment, once just a boy he had simply given a push in the right direction, was just about his everything. He truly was the light of his life. Through all that he’d done; through the experiments, the dust, the blood; through the war, the loss; the entrapment; the torture; the abuse; his fall; this skeleton was his shining beacon; his hope alongside his sons and grandchildren.

His hands oh so carefully and gently came up to the sides of the other skeleton’s shoulders as he curled up. “My love...” What was wrong? ‘He’s not’? Gaster gently brought him to his chest again. “But you are. You are the stars and sky to this broken old man.”

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Affections

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A moment like this was one he cherished, almost as much as the one he was spending it with. He was snuggled up with his small sweetheart, half draped in a blanket as the other reclined on him, head pressed to his sternum while he laid back on a slope of pillows.

One arm cradled the smaller as aged phalanges slowly ran along his side, the other hand petting at and rubbing the base of his skull, thumb caressing his cheekbone.

“You are so wonderful, my dear boy; so good to me.” He mummered against the other’s skull with a kiss. “I want you to take better care of yourself however, as much as you show care for me. I don’t want you wasting away on me, now..or ever for that matter.” He chuckled. The hand previously on the other fragment’s side moved to grasp the smaller one, thumb rubbing around the punched hole.

“I love you.”

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Reunion (live, little monster sequel)

@truelabsafterdark His mind was wondering, drifting in a sea of thoughts, ideas, memories. It went to the war, to the many lost during it, before settling on a single face. A face not belonging to his time, a face that shared his name. What had become of the small fragment he had met a couple years ago? The boy that had been thrust in the midst of war, that didn't even know how to handle a spear? He found himself traversing the blackness of the void, searching for that single timeline, but needing a different place in time. It took a good long while, likely days, possibly weeks, but what was time in the void? He was soon stepping through a tear and into a well lit, occupied version of the true lab.

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