CW: blood on last panel, implied/partial nudity ??? !!!
Walk in.
torturing my nari again bc i can.
ID text above and below as always. :)
[ID: A four page sketched out comic with black beige and white colors. Image 1: Narinder walks into the Lamb's tent, pulling back the cloth and stepping in. He looks around for them. "Lamb? Are you ready to crusade yet? We're losing daylight." Lamb answers from off screen, "Yeah yeah, I'm coming!" Narinder looks over to where he hears the Lamb and sees them with only a towel around their hips. They look down at their shirt as they go to grab it. Lamb: "Just let me get dressed, I'll be out in a few." Image 2: Narinder jolts back tenses up shocked, his face flushed. "Woah!" He quickly turns his head away and raises his hand up to conceal his view of the Lamb. "Lamb, I-" He clears his throat. "I apologize, I did not mean to intrude. Lamb: Nari, you're fine. Don't worry about it. Narinder: "You're different than I thought." Image 3: Lamb: "What do you mean?" Narinder softens his expression while still looking away, but his fingers slightly part as his third eye glances at the Lamb. "You were so small back then. In the gateway I barely saw you. It didn't matter then. Seeing you now, I never thought you were so... Compelling." The Lamb stares at him shocked while pointing at themselves, their face flushed as well. "Compelling?" Narinder stutters and completely covers his eyes with his hands. "Wh- Lamb! For heavens sake- get dressed!" The Lamb turns and quickly walks away. Lamb: "Right! Right! Yeah!" Image 4: Narinder is seen stabbing the head of a heretic as they grip onto his sleeve. His face looks troubled and incredibly red. The words, "Kill the thought," repeat endlessly behind him as he thinks about the Lamb's body. on the top right corner is a thought bubble, The back and front of the Lamb's torso can be seen, The back shows their soft muscles and their tail while the front has one arm raised while leaning to the side. The red crown right below the thought bubble squints at Narinder knowingly, while in it's snake form. End ID.]
Panel 1: A view above the clouds. Three mechanical towers stand poke through the clouds, with one listing at an angle. An iterator can sits in the background, clearly fallen to one side.
Panel 2: Some kind of industrial location, with pipes, silos, chain link fences, and other metal structures. Snow blows violently.
Panel 3: A floating, glowing hologram hovering in front of a dark background. At the top of the hologram is two circles, one inside the other, and below is small, indecipherable text.
Panel 4: A broken metal bridge runs over dark waters and leads into a tunnel with a bright light at the end. Everything is overgrown with plants and trees. Two lanterns illuminate the space.
Panel 5: Saint, an anthro slugcat with loose robes and a beaded necklace, stands in a clearing, surrounded by dense foliage as they tend to the leaf of what appears to be a banana tree. Kamuyagi, an overseer, observes them from the ceiling.
Undergrowth (Yongasabi: igonda) is an anthro Rain World AU, told as a hybrid webcomic and askblog. While the Endless Winter of Saint's time rage outside, slugcats and scavengers have long been forced to change their lifestyles, with most moving into geothermal pockets underground. In this setting, the timeline is compressed, events overlap, and in the warmth of Undergrowth, Saint maintains a garden shelter where they house the other slugcats.
The blog author is @opashoo. If you have any questions that aren't addressed directly towards Undergrowth or its characters, you can ask me at my personal blog.
Content Warning: As of now, Undergrowth is a +15 work. The exact nature of subject matter will be subject to change as I feel out the tone, but it will contain depictions of trauma, blood, injury, and sexual themes. This blog is generally aimed towards an adult audience and posts will be tagged appropriately.
Blog context, ask rules, additional info, and table of contents for the blog's chapters below. This post may change as time goes on.
Rules
As of June 1st 2026
Asks are generally handled diegetically, communicated through overseers as a means of long-distance communication. Asks can be fun and playful, but I won't be entertaining things like Magic!Anons, spam, bait, or nonsensical asks. DMs to this blog will be ignored.
Asks should generally be directed towards specific characters. Be sure to address the character you are speaking to. Asks that don't address anyone specific will be up for grabs by any of the characters.
If you have a meta question, or want to ask a question non-diegetically, please include "[Meta]" at the beginning. If the ask is unrelated to the blog, or you just want to send an ask to me directly, my blog is @opashoo.
Unfortunately I won't be able or willing to answer all asks. I'm ultimately doing this for fun and will prioritize telling a story, so asks will generally be slow or closed during story events. However, the breaks between story events are generally the designated time for asks.
No slurs. You can be rude to the characters if it makes sense for the context, and you can even look up some Yongasabi insults if you want, but no real life slurs.
When it comes down to it, I run the blog and I get the final say what gets posted.
Context
The story as it stands
The Undergrowth AU is an anthro AU where the blizzards of Saint's timeline have come sooner and deadlier, forcing most Yongasabi (slugcats) and Mulngjer (scavengers) to settle in underground geothermal pockets or adopt lifestyles suited to the cold. It takes the timeline of the game and compresses it so that all slugcats are alive concurrently, and all the events of the game have already happened much more quickly, oftentimes overlapping.
Pebbles' collapse and Moon's acquisition of the rarefaction cell are recent events. The Metropolis Scavengers have moved underground to found New Metropolis; Artificer's rampage and subsequent exile are still fresh in the minds of the both scavengers and slugcats; the worsening blizzards prevent travel between retaining walls. Hunter—whose condition is dependent on active treatment from NSH—Rivulet, and Spearmaster are trapped in Moon and Pebbles' retaining wall while Monk, Survivor, and Gourmand have all been separated from their colony. Everyone lives in a shelter built in Undergrowth, run by Saint.
The AU centers around Saint after the events of their campaign, who has taken to the teachings of Rhinestones Beneath Shattered Glass and started a garden in Undergrowth, where they have gathered all the other slugcats to live in the safety. The other slugcats see Saint as a mysterious benefactor who knows more than they should, rescued each of them from certain death for unknown reasons, and given them shelter from the blizzards, but for Saint, it's all part of a comfortable routine formed from countless lifetimes of repetition.
In their most recent lifetime, however, things have started to change. Things aren't where they should be. People aren't where they should be when they should be. Events that have always fallen on consistent times and dates simply don't. Then Saint starts getting dream visits from someone they've never met before in all their past lifetimes, one who brings ominous warnings about the future.
Tags
Common tags
#Rain World #rw Undergrowth AU - Default tags
#meta - Out of character or meta posts
Yongasabi
The language
I developed the Rain World conlang Yongasabi for Undergrowth, so you may see slugcats occasionally using words and phrases from it. You can find it here.
Yoŋasabi (Scuglang) by oPashoo (Find me on tumblr) The Slugcat language of the Rain World Undergrowth AU dang'ag lamlan pagsa. She is Rivul
(The dictionary has been sorted into tabs. Check them out on the left.) Yongasabi Dictionary by oPashoo (Find me on tumblr) Welcome to the d
Table of Contents
x. Extras
1. The Start
2. Interim I
Credits
I draw all my own art unless otherwise stated. Shoutout to my wife @kcdodger and all my friends who have made this possible, much love.
Fully finished bust of @kalivasquezart's Artificer design, with mask, drone, and everything. Just in time for the end of May.
The bust itself isn't my proudest work, but all assembled, I rather like how it looks. Fun to put all of the pieces together, and it's been a while since I made anything with one of those removeable masks.
The base sculpture is made purely out of earthenware, and the mask and drone are made mostly out of epoxy putty, with incidentals like wire, bamboo, and metal beads. Painted with acrylics.
Had to include a reference to her two pups in there somewhere, of course. Strung pearls felt appropriate.
Here's full post about the mask itself. And here she is without it:
This one was a good challenge. I wasn't sure about my job with the face at first when I sculpted it, but I got to like it more when doing the painting. Looks better this way. Helps that the all-white eyes stand out so much. (That's what we call good design right there.)
I probably would have done a full upper-body sculpt of this one if I'd had the time, down to the waist, maybe. I did this one sometime in March, though, I think, so my life was mostly School at that point. Ah well; this is good too.
Stay tuned, though, as I'm not stopping anytime soon! More like this is sure to come. I still have almost a month before any serious obligations begin, so there's no telling what will happen in that time. (Aside from that sculpture of Goumang from Nine Sols which I'm going to be doing up like this. That's a given.)
Your anthro spearmaster design gave me so much gender euphoria- I am nonbinary, and I’ve always wanted top surgery. I just looked at them and went- that’s exactly what I want to look like!! Your art is amazing. Thank you for creating, and don’t stop creating
tbh that means a lot to hear, and I'm glad my take on Spearmaster could give that to you! I hope you get exactly what you want! See them happy
How easy is it to land a 1950s era fighter interceptor jet? Apparently so easy it will land itself! Under very, very odd circumstances that I would not suggest recreating.
So today the F-35 is supposed to be a sort of all-in-one jet plane that can handle any task the various branches need. I'll leave others to comment on how that actually works out, but the 1950s and 60s were a completely different animal. The US instead created the "Century Series" of jets, with each one highly specialized.
They included the F-100 through F-106 (and a few prototypes that got cancelled). Because of their specialized nature, you got some really funny-shaped planes, like the pencil-shaped F-104 Starfighter, described by Americans as "Zipper" for its speed, and by Germans as "Fliegender Sarg" or "Flying Coffin" for.. other reasons related to handling.
The F-106 Delta Dart was the final entry in the Century Series, meant as an ultra-fast interceptor to catch incoming planes. So fast, in fact, that it was used to set the world airspeed record twice in 1959. Even if it was beaten almost immediately in 1961. That era of the Cold War saw a bit of a race between the USSR and US in setting airspeed records.
The Delta Dart didn't carry any weapons except air-to-air missiles, because anything else would be too slow. What it could carry was something that would be absolutely hilarious if it was only a concept, but rather terrifying to know that someone actually made it: The AIR-2 Genie. That would be a 1.5 kiloton unguided nuclear rocket. The words "unguided" and "nuclear" shouldn't even be in the same zip code in my opinion.
Anyways, the Delta Dart goes fast. It doesn't turn well, it doesn't make fancy dogfighting maneuvers. That's why, in 1970, when one entered a flat spin during a training exercise, its pilot didn't really have many options for recovery.
The pilot, Gary Foust, even fired off the jet's drag chute to see if that'd fix it, but it's not a stable enough plane to get out of a flat spin!
Foust hit the eject switch.
And then watched as his dangerously-spinning jet... fixed itself and carried on flying level.
Somehow, the combined effects of firing the ejection seat and the change of center of mass from being now-pilotless fixed the spin. The plane was once again casually flying along at 15,000 feet. Another pilot supposedly radioed Faust to say "You'd better get back in it!"
Foust drifted into the mountains of Montana and was rescued by locals on snowmobiles. As for his plane, it just kept on going. It eventually belly-landed in a cornfield somewhere so remote I don't have a major city to describe it relative to.
Yeah, it landed. The plane was fine! In fact, the engine was still running. Local police arrived to the 'crash site' to find it slowly making a wide right turn across the field from the engine's idle thrust. When they called the Air Force Base, the suggestion was to just leave it alone until it runs out of fuel. This took another hour and forty-five minutes.
Eventually a recovery crew came by to get it. They took off the wings and put it on a railroad car for the trip back home.
So that thing would be wrecked, right? What kind of plane can crash into the ground and be okay?
Nah, they fixed the scrapes on the underside of the plane and put it back in service. It was flown for sixteen more years until it finally retired, and that was only because the F-106 was phased out in general.
While most F-106s ended their run as target practice drones, this one got special treatment. You can now go see it displayed as the Cornfield Bomber in the National Museum of the United States Air Force.
