#gritt

[yourstruly-utau]

I had 3 goals for this:

Synch up Glory Day and Present Spamton's personalities so they act like the same person. (I headcanon that Spamton'scorruptedpersonality is an exhaggeration of his normal personality minus the coherence.)

2) Make Yours Truly Spamton's design more distinct as an AU design. - i dont think i really managed to do this

3) explore Different puppet mechanisms, make his body refence real string puppets.

The two humans have been a part of the story for a while but they kinda just appeared on the page? :'D

But since they're there, Some info: Gritt and Kindle are the dark-blue and green SOULs.

Gritt never meets Tenna and Kindle never meets Spamton.

[landslideahead]

[artfilmfan]

Birgitte Larsen in "Gritt"

[guildwuff2]

commission for @rata-whitz of a cute lil rp scene we did, in which Gritt met a whole scratch of skritt in the cave systems beneath LA (and got his ear cuff stolen for his trouble)

[shadowofthehost]

Astor tilted his head to look at the imp, testing to see if his had worn off. A day in love with Gritt wouldn't kill either of them but he didn't feel anything new for the other. "Hmm...well, I'm not feeling in love with you so, I guess mine did too?" He muttered then eyed the other for a moment, recalling that one if his shadows had mentioned imps are warm. Gritt specifically but he assumed that went for all imps.

"Can I pick you up and use you as a heat lamp for a bit?" He was too cold to wait for the other to respond and scooped up the other, hugging him close to his chest while resting his chin between his horns. "I've never been cold before, erm well, I have never felt the cold before. I am always cold." He explained as he hummed against the heat of the tiny body.

@hannah-the-small

[jthepearlord]

Undertale Deltarune Fallen children doodle dump

every now and then I come back to this

it fun

yes Pat and Avery phisically mirror sans and Papyrus and are siblings, but thats just how design works baby

[lust-sinner]

The sin finally leaves his office, walking through the corridors of his club, everything completely silent, only the sound if his boots could be heard through the entire building. Once Asmodeus reaches the balcony overlooking his club, he sees most of his employees already sleeping, the aftermath of the party looking as dead as the pride ring right now.

"At least someone is having fun." Said the Sin to himself as he slowly makes his way downstairs.

The club was closed, as soon as midnight stroke Asmodeus kicked anyone who didn't work for him and closed the door. He didn't check that the sign outside was still on with Open blinking in neon.

@hannah-the-small

[a-hazbin-spider]

“Anybody know what happened wit’ Angel, Dusty er Phi? Left some shit out for em’, n’ tried sendin’ a few thin’s but… kinda weirdin’ me out. Hopefully nothin’ like- seriously happened.”

Ahem- ignore his earnestness there. Ah well, he’s on in like two minutes. Someone’s gotta cover for this and that… and then some.

Who’s ready for nonstop party?