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[null-siren]

// merr crisis my brain doesn't want to word but I did doodle the century egg looking festive so here's that

[null-siren]

// Made some lineups of my calciyums and my eggs for shits and giggles 🫡

From Left to Right Null Siren (you are currently here) Sci Cult (he's also here as a Secondary Option) Crash (technically part of this blog too, but his info isn't here... oops) Reboot (same as Crash) Those four are branches from the same AU 'cluster' wherein they went wildly different ways after the laboratory incident that injured them and killed a labtech. Reboot's the only one that didn't go through that because of Crash's meddling. Somewhat similarly, Siren's CORE is the only one that gained sentience.

Bunny (found here) [✁︎✁︎✁︎] (found as request-only here) Fear (also found as request-only here)

From Left to Right Siren's Sans (you're currently here, if your character visits Gaster's origin AU) Sci Cult's Sans (same as above, if your character visits Sci Cult's AU) Those two are in the same boat as the eggs in that they're branches from the same AU 'cluster.' One had a markedly better relationship with his boss than the other. Crash and Reboot don't have calciyum :( maybe one day...

Fuse (found here) Whats (found here) 'Code' (also found here)

[null-siren]

CHARACTER INTERVIEW

▌real name: W.D. Gaster

▌single or taken: Technically single, still infatuated with his world's Sans.

▌abilities or powers: If he is unobserved he can be anywhere. The void-goo can take any shape, not that he gets creative with it. He can have up to ten hands in play before their speed and accuracy begin to diminish. Near-perfect memory retention.

▌eye color: White.

▌hair color: n/a

▌family members: Father (deceased); Mother (amalgamate)

▌pets: n/a

▌something they don’t like: That, compared to many he has met, he is rather existentially nonthreatening.

▌hobbies/activities: Cooking up new ways to make a universe non-viable; seeing how persons that catch his interest react to x or y occurrence; testing the quirks of his own non-existence; getting lost on memory lane.

▌ever hurt anyone before: Yes, both accidentally and on purpose.

▌ever killed anyone before: Yes, both accidentally (lab tech) and on purpose (human children, entire worlds worth of humans & monsters on the rare occasion he manages to successfully destroy one).

▌worst habits: Self-sabotage. Though that's also kind of a good thing?

▌role models: No.

▌sexual orientation: Minsexual.

▌thoughts on marriage/kids: General disinterest, although in offsite shenanigans he has adopted/been adopted by a Sans variant so adoption is apparently on the table.

▌fears: The destruction of his origin universe before he can find a way to return to and stay there.

▌style preferences: Black black black and some white and darker colors, comfortable and warm, occasionally oversized. Robes, long coats, formal, and fancy-wear--back when he still had the entirety of his body. Now when he takes proper shape it almost always resembles what he wore before he jumped (fur-trimmed, fluffy coat; pony boots; black trousers; scarf).

▌someone they love: Not that he's capable of feeling this particular emotion in full anymore, but his world's Sans.

▌approach to friendships: They aren't his goal and it's probably only possible if the other party does not belong to a world, but he will easily 'befriend' people with the express purpose of using it against them.

▌thoughts on pie: Neutral. He still remembers how to bake a pie. Toriel's were always better, though, allegedly, but his taste-tester (Asgore) was obviously biased ('Some things are better when done with love than science,' sentimental old goat).

▌favorite drink: Anything with caffeine.

▌favorite place to spend time at: There is currently no such place that he can access with any certainty.

▌swim in the lake or in the ocean: Lake, if he had to.

▌their type: Smol huggable skellington.

▌camping or indoors: Indoors. Laboratory settings specifically; they're cozy. Tagged by: I yoinked this off'a someone Tagging: Yoink it off'a me

[null-siren]

Decided to finally get around to doodling an illustrated guide to this malcontent's life and changes throughout 😪 feat. my chicken scratch that I'm too lazy to transcribe. Below the readmore are just some silly additions.

The pun, explained, though it's rather obvious: since he's partly a Ghast on his father's side - yeah I'm not going to bother spelling it out it's just like. Right there.

Wights in his world refer to "undead of mixed origin" - his mother's side had enough skeleton for him to look exactly like one until just before the monster equivalent of puberty kicked in.

The apothecary he used to study under was a human dude in the little mixed human-monster village he and his family lived in. The guy liked to joke that he was an honorary human because "he has a skeleton inside him, too :)" (Gaster stopped trying to point out that the 'skin' was growing from/into/dissolving/otherwise removing the 'skeletal' part of him after a while; old guy thought it was funny).

His parents were in charge of funerary ritual for both monsters and humans until the war and unrest reached their village. It began with a human priest deciding to set up shop and sow suspicion among the people living there.

The Royal Archivist was a fluffy old crow, looked kind of like the lovechild of a honchkrow and Pokiehl. They met during some ceremony or another, became good friends, and then had a falling out over something stupid.

He ceased incorporating feathers into his wardrobe because it was due to a couple of them getting sucked into an experimental machine that caused it to explode. This explosion had two significant results: 1. he ended up injured to a degree that he could not physically nor metaphysically nor mentally heal from, and 2. a lab tech he had been working with that day died. Until his jump he maintained (even if only to himself) that he should have been the one to die that day, since it had been his fault.

That incident led him on a downward spiral which, combined with a few other life events that occurred afterward (like submitting his fallen mother to the DT trials run by Alphys) and some external coaxing by what he assumed at the time to be a hallucinatory influence caused by his own guilt, led him to try killing himself via the CORE. He thought it would be poetic to die via his greatest achievement. Obviously it did not work out.

Editing to add a doodle of the Archivist,

Muses can encounter him similarly to the COREsprite (via visiting the world this blog's drippy guy originates from).

[alurkingdisaster]

What horror trope are you? 

the final girl you're very tired, aren't you? thrashing and fighting and trying to survive– it has taken its toll, but that has not stopped you. you'll continue to gnaw and scream and bare teeth until you can free yourself from this mess, even if it means being the last one left. there is rest at the end of this hard battle, i promise you. there is a time when the fight will be over– but fighting is all you know, isn't it?

Tagged by: no one, I snagged it while trawling through some tags Tagging: anyone who likes doin’ quizzes

[alurkingdisaster]

[alurkingdisaster]

where does your anger lurk? 

Surprising no one,

in your fists. holes in the drywall, no recollection of how it got there. coming down from a haze of red... there's blood on your palm, dripping from bruised knuckles. blinding rage. pulse quickens, mind goes furiously blank.

tagged by @coffinseas ✌ tagging the ghosts & anyone who comes across this