Reformed Dust

We monsters weren't meant to be hated. We exist to love. If you must end this new age of love, then we'll show you our true strength.

[asreeldreemurr]

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Streaming Terraria with friends to help raise funds for Numar's dad!

I’ll be playing with a couple friends this time!

@snowdinpoppy and @under-generatiion

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Drawing stuff for Poppy as a reference sheet, and maybe her Camp Wintersoul shirt too!

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Poppy Plays

Gonna be streaming Bloodborne today, since it won the poll!

….sure you guys want to hear me scream, huh?

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They thought they could keep me down

                                          Hold their breath and watch me drown

     but all they did has pushed me higher

“To think I trusted humans so long ago. I was betrayed, and now all I can look to is the moon.”

[SAVE?]

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Happy Anniversary, UNDERTALE!

‘s fun to know I’ve been in a fan of a game with a lasting fandom, and there’s nothing i could say that would express my gratitude enough. What I plan on doing for celebration is releasing one character today, ahead of schedule. His name is Benjamin “Zawmbi” Greyy. I’ll give his in-depth info later, or upon being asked! For now, enjoy your day!

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You know, your story’s already been told.      We’ll play again..

IF YOU SELL YOUR SOUL.

The ITC Brothers: Bradley H. & Matisse (COMING SOON)

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Hello my dearies! Yes, I am in dire need of extra funds so I’m opening up commissions!

Here’s why:  I recently moved in with a friend and we’re struggling just a bit to get a few extra things that we need. So, I’m opening up commissions to help pull in more funds so she won’t have to worry! Not only am I open for commissions but if you’re willing to give, anything helps. I have a Patreon if you’d like to help that way as well. Thank you for listening! Let’s talk prices. 

For now I’ll be opening up simple Sketch Commissions and Full color commissions for 10-15$ each. ( 15$ For Color, 10$ for Sketch. ) Here are some examples of my work  also here 

So, if you like what you see then please don’t be afraid to shoot me an ask or IM to inquire about commissions! If you’d like something more than simple flat coloring, we can negotiate prices and get you exactly what you’d like! 

Even if you can’t commission me, spreading this around helps! I’d love for people to see this and consider getting something from me! So, thank you for this, you all mean a lot to me as followers and friends. 

-Samu. 

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NEWS

Sorry for the inactivity!

I recently got into college, and things have been hectic. I should be able to find more time to dedicate to my blog, but it may be hard, given I’m in an art major, which requires me to do many time-expensive projects.

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Who we wanna be and who we become are as different as night and day.

Fade Away by MandoPony (via dreemurr-oncemore)

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Chu! (Asriel > Parker. =3)

*Parker is surprised! How did such a short goat manage to kiss a tall spider?*He may never know, but the affection pleases him.

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Send “chu” to surprise my muse with a kiss on the cheek!

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◀️◀️ (Shayin)

There’s pack of Sharktor pups at the riverside, all stampeding to get into the water, and escape the heat of the beating sun. At the very back of this stampede of bright eyes is the smallest of the village’s children, Shayin.

Shayin was adored all around the village, and was the chief’s only son. Everyone kept an eye out for the rascal, who was known for stealing sweets from the market. Noone seemed to mind, however. 

As the small child reached the water, he turned... only to see his village under attack. All the adults were fleeing, and were struck down, one after another... His parents among the few he saw, shot dead by humans. He didn’t know what to do. The attackers were so big, and he was small.. He looked around, and all the others were either gone or.. dead in the water. He was alone, and tears welled up in his eyes.. Two attackers saw him, and began running towards him, before.. they were downed by a tall, dark assailant, who swooped down, snapping their backs as he landed down on them. He then lunged for Shayin, and took the child in his arms as he dashed into the distance.. away from the carnage. Shayin cried as he saw his village burn to the ground while the figure took him away, the image of his parents bleeding corpses seared into his memory.

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An Open Door.

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“I can answer both of those questions at once, luckily. You see, almost all of the monsters from the previous era… turned to SOULDUST, though we don’t know why… Every monster you see today is made from the SOULDUST of monsters from the previous era. That being said, you’re at least a century or two from your time period, seeing as I’m turning…” He took a moment. Remembering his age was difficult. Although, he looked twenty-one when compared to a human. “Oh! Ninety-five. I’ll be turning ninety-five this Halloween.”

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I’m… still not sure I understand. Are you saying that you and all the other monsters in this era are basically reincarnations of the monsters that I know and there’s an incarnation of me out there somewhere too…? Or is it more like an ancestry thing?

… would that make you this era’s equivalent to Muffet then? Or something to that effect anyway.

This is honestly kinda hard for me to wrap my head around. Not to mention I thought I’d live for more than a hundred years…

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“Well, let me rephrase that..”

He thought for another few moments, messing with a few keys on the piano behind him, creating tiny tune. “It’s been a couple hundred years since your era. As for the whole ‘relation or incarnation,’ situation, it’s a bit of a grey area. We’re all made from the SOULDUST from multiple monsters, as far as I know. I wouldn’t consider myself related or reincarnated from Muffet... Especially since she’s one of the old era oracles, as well as Madame Alphys... ” He almost got lost in thought before he snapped up, pointing to the tray of cinnamon rolls, clearing his throat. “Why don’t you have a cinnamon roll? I made them for any guests that may come, so feel free to have as many as you want!”

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My Lovers, My Team.

                      And DREAMIN’ in between.

                                                  I hear the future is callin’ me.

You know my LOVE goes on FOREVER & EVER & EVER

(Lyrics from FOREVER by MYSTERY SKULLS)

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An Open Door.

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“You’re in a different era, hon.. In fact, by the stories I’ve learned from the host.. You’re the old-era prince. You fit his description, from loppy ears to snow-white fur.” He smiled, turning from the piano to face Asriel completely.

“There’s a rumor that you’ve got a SOUL descendent, you know..? There’s a smallish black goat in the Ebott Forest who plays a pan flute. Seeing as he’d be the only black goat in existence, there’s rumors he has a very powerful SOUL that’s never been seen before this era.” He then stood up, and… He’s towering, at almost 6′7″.

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[*Asriel looked up at the spider and smiled brightly, his tiny little tail waggling a bit as he did.*]

Yup! That’s me! Prince Asriel Dreemurr. A different era, huh? I guess I’ve seen weirder things.

I don’t really know what you mean by SOUL descendant though… I mean… It’s not something that I’ve ever heard about before. Mind explaining what you mean? And… how far… um… displaced am I?

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“I can answer both of those questions at once, luckily. You see, almost all of the monsters from the previous era... turned to SOULDUST, though we don’t know why... Every monster you see today is made from the SOULDUST of monsters from the previous era. That being said, you’re at least a century or two from your time period, seeing as I’m turning...” He took a moment. Remembering his age was difficult. Although, he looked twenty-one when compared to a human. “Oh! Ninety-five. I’ll be turning ninety-five this Halloween.”

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An Open Door.

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Parker nodded his head in response, continuing his music. “I’ve played each and every one for longer than I can remember.. It’s almost as if they’re a part of… my SOUL, you know?” He then turned his head to face Asriel. “Speaking of which, your SOUL isn’t from this time. I can feel it.” He gestured with a singular hand for Asriel to look towards the open door.

“Please tell me, what do you see out the door? Do you see where you came from, or not?” Out the door would be the pleasant view of Ebott Boulevard, complete with hedges, red brick sidewalks, and dark cobble streets. The dark was illuminated by wrought iron street lamps.

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[*Asriel looked out the door and saw the sight and gave a confused grunt.*]

Huh? No it looks like… We’re on the surface…?

How did that happen? I was just in Waterfall and heard the music playing. It sounded really nice with the rain so I came in to listen to it more…

I mean… I’m no stranger to time wrapping around me in a weird way… tends to happen to me a lot, but usually I stay in the underground when it does.

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“You’re in a different era, hon.. In fact, by the stories I’ve learned from the host.. You’re the old-era prince. You fit his description, from loppy ears to snow-white fur.” He smiled, turning from the piano to face Asriel completely.

“There’s a rumor that you’ve got a SOUL descendent, you know..? There’s a smallish black goat in the Ebott Forest who plays a pan flute. Seeing as he’d be the only black goat in existence, there’s rumors he has a very powerful SOUL that’s never been seen before this era.” He then stood up, and... He’s towering, at almost 6′7″.

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◀️◀️ (Parker)

THE ALLEY WAS DARK, and there was a group of three large, brawny human teens kicking... something.. or.. someone.. next to a dumpster. It was Parker, approximately 12 years of age whom they were beating senseless.. until one thing happened. Parker began yelling in a blind rage, and somehow knocked the three teens back, and took up a broken wooden bat from the dumpster, and knocked it against the largest teen’s head, rendering them unconscious.

With the second teen, he grabbed them with all six of his arms, and threw them full-force into the third. Both landed with a loud *THUNK* against the other brick wall, and lost consciousness. After a few moments, Parker calmed down, and looked down to the first teen in which he toppled with the bat, and noticed... there was a pool of bloodcoming from their head. He was mortified by the sight, realizing what he’d done to the teen, and ran off, crying. He bumped into a tall, mysterious figure.. and was taken away to a large, quaint manor, where he’d spend the rest of his life growing up. Nothing was heard of about what happened about the three teens that day.