#multipletale art

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MultipleTales’ Clocket

Clockets courtesy of @perfectshadow06 and contains every backstory for every character so far, progress and plans, and every version possible/what I thought of for MultipleTale, including diverging pathways and timelines.

*Sweats* Please don't peek. Guard it well, TK.

You can click it though! It's transparent!

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Monotale Nabstablook belongs to @monotale-monofell @pc-doodle

Human Perseverance and other Nabstablook belongs to me.

They're hanging out sharing some tunes while Perseverance blows bubbles to set the mood. My Nabstablook tends to reflect the dominant colors of the Human Soul closest to them.

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*A piece of cloth attached to a stick

*Waving the stick fills you with PRIDE

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Two determined kiddos

Some colored pencil practices. Some things I would fix, but unlike digital, I cannot edit these. They were created separate, with our protagonist being drawn first, more gleefully running than they were two pages ago on page 11, and then their ghostly companion being drawn second, alive and softly seeking a hug and more approachable than they appear to be, trailing Toriel and Patience and our as of yet unnamed protagonist.

Unintentional, but it kind of looks like our protagonist is running to give their companion a hug.

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Baby Patience dancing in the Ruins

You know how young toddlers/older babies dance by bouncing? Patience was a very bouncy baby.

Look! They’ve made a friend!

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Tinted Lens

Glasses fogging, the neon sign blurs and became almost indecipherable. Doesn’t help that the letters move a tad too fast to focus.

At this junction, the cool humidity of Waterfall meets the hot dryness of Hotland. As far back as she was, only the heat reached her, making for the warm humidity that now fogged her glasses. Taking them off, she wipes them on her sweater. Honestly, she needs new ones, but the process of getting them down here is difficult, what with the limited resources. The odd customer still provides her with plenty of stories about the lack of commodities as they break down or become old. Not as many customers as when she started, and the lack of customers in and of itself is telling. Gerson himself is a wellspring of information and stories. From when Monsters first came to the Underground. From before the Barrier was resurrected.

They lost their books and masters of crafts, many of which would have been useful in the Underground. Now lost to time, and the war. Not even Gerson could convey how far Monsters had fallen. The stories he shares and the ones on Waterfall’s walls only scratch the surface of the magnitude of rich history the Monsters have.

Resources are dwindling as well. The average monster hasn’t put it together yet, but as apprentice to Gerson, a store keeper, the picture painted is a grim one. The Barrier does more than trap them in the Underground. It cut them off from the outside world, keeping them in a closed system. Entropy is starting to kick in.

Again the panic struggles to set in, the same panic that drove her to the edge of Waterfall, towards Hotland, towards the end. Setting her glasses back upon her face, she grips the left wheel of her wheelchair, and begins her turn around. Then her journey back towards Gerson’s shop. Maybe she’ll even go to Nabstablooks’ house afterwards, and bring her own lunch. The journey through Waterfall is never easy, the streams and rocky terrain difficult to maneuver. But she’ll manage, to push on, she always does.

She’ll always persevere.

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Flowery says hi to the second human.

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Well, we’ve met the second human in the comic!

Now let me tell you more about them. Pictured above is a doodle of them, as well as old concept art underneath. Old old old.

A blue eyed child, they're genderfluid, falling back on they/them when they don't feel like fitting the gender binary. They've been in the Ruins for a while now.

They carry with them a dirty toy knife that's not very good for gardening, unless you're very determined. Also rather quiet, they can sit in the sun for hours amongst the flowers.

They're waiting for something...