Image ID: Seven colorful figures facing to the right, against a black/purple grid from Deltarune's battle UI. They are darkworld forms of original characters. Each has their own weapon and is generally in their own color scheme. A glowing red, pixel heart is in the upper left. End ID.
on a whim at the end of summer i drew my guys as if they had been thrown into a darkworld bc the autism told me so. i like how these came out!
Individual images + more detailed descriptions under the cut :]
Image ID: A short pinkish cyclops (Cinnamon) with four arms, four purple horns, and crutches. Their darkworld getup consists mainly of a purple bodysuit and a cropped jacket with neon green accents. One crutch is in the form of a harpoon launcher. They are also wearing a visor that covers their eye. End ID.
Image ID: Proud-looking orange cyclops (Mandy) with a fittingly orange themed outfit which looks vaguely inspired by typical old Roman soldiers; wraps, sandals, cape, and all. She is holding a flail with four orange-esque parts with spikes in slightly differing shades of yellow, orange, and pink. End ID.
Image ID: Minnie, a young cyclops with light yellow fur, holding a pink and green slingshot. She has a fringed white vest and a beaded necklace, belts, and her hair tied back with similar beads. End ID.
Image ID: A green, slender cyclops with apple theming named Smith Crispin, who looks somewhat concerned. Their outfit, primarily yellow and red, has poofy sleeves and pants kind of like a typical bard, and they have a feathered hat. They're holding a golden pitchfork with a red gem. End ID.
Image ID: Butterscotch, a blue and blue-green cyclops with butterfly theming, is wielding a pair of (vague) brass knuckles. Her outfit consists of a hooded, flowing tunic with butterfly cutouts, a pouch, tall white boots, and a band tying her hair back. End ID.
Image ID: Mainly purple character, Marshal, with 3-color rainbow accents across the outfit (going up the leg, on a chest shawl thing, and lighter-colored fur tips in similar colors). Its' outfit makes them look broad-shouldered with very tapered legs. They wield a giant sword themed after a chisel-tipped marker, and a notepad is strapped to its hip.
Image ID: A deep purple and pink cyclops named Cookie, wielding star-shaped throwing disks. She's wearing a body suit, and has a fur coat over half of her body with star and heart shaped "sprinkles." Her hair is in braids, and tied back in a star-shaped ponytail (similarly decorated with "sprinkles"). End ID.
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jon matteson characters family reunion. richie is ignoring everyone and blasting japanese nightcore on his airpods. roman is here and acting disgusted at the food while linda boasts about her kids (said kids are currently causing mayhem that will probably end in tears). paul has brought emma with him and is on the verge of a nervous breakdown. boy jerry is trying to give him a pep talk on how to propose so he can "do the do" with emma (bj recommends a walk in the woods). the hatchetman bursts in at one point. daniel lost track of time and decided it wasn't worth showing up. gary is happy to be a part of something like he was with the wiggly cult but nobody likes him. wiggly watches for a while then shows up in human form to cause more mayhem, nobody knows who he is, why he looks like them or why he speaks like a toddler but he's freaky and may or may not be on the verge of murder. fun times.
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college au nonsense pt. 1
“You think he’s got a girlfriend he hasn’t told us about?” Kelly shifts in her chair, her attention riveted on her brother, who’d been waylaid between the register and the table by a dark-haired woman Kelly didn’t recognize. The ambient symphony of scraping chairs and echoey conversations drowns out whatever words are passing between them, but their body language is speaking volumes all on its own.
Her other brother shrugs. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”
Linda snorts. “We only found out about what’s-his-name a week after they hooked up.”
Kelly smirks across the table. “You know he’s still got that guy’s number in his phone? I saw it the other day.”
“God.”
Over Linda’s shoulder, Kelly can see her brother’s conversation coming to a close. The woman smiles and places a hand on his forearm. The touch lingers for a few seconds before she takes a step back and, with a parting wave, begins to head in the opposite direction.
Moments later, Fred joins them.
“Who was that?” Kelly tips her head toward the mystery woman’s retreating back.
Fred offers a one-shouldered shrug, focusing more on his lunch than anyone at the table. “A friend. We have a class together, she was reminding me what pages we need to read for the lecture tomorrow.”
“Oh, that’s nice…” Fred still hadn’t looked up from his sandwich. Kelly pounces. “...and she had to touch your arm to do that?”
“She’s cute,” John cuts in. “You should ask her out.”
“Subtlety of a brick, thanks,” Kelly gripes, shooting a sideways glare in her brother's direction.
For the first time since he'd sat down, and with his face a few shades pinker than usual, Fred looks up at his siblings. He seems to be on the verge of defending himself, but is quickly interrupted by the approach of another dark-haired woman. This one, Kelly did recognize.
She gives the group a bright smile and slides a piece of paper across the table to John. “Here’s that cheat sheet I promised. Just don’t mention me if they catch you with it during the test.” She winks and hefts her bookbag higher on her shoulder. “I’d stay and chat but I’m on my way to class. Talk later!”
Fred waits until the sound of her footsteps fades into the rest of the noise, then nails his brother with a semi-hostile stare. “And when are you gonna ask her out, huh?”
John mirrors the expression.
Fred cocks an eyebrow. “Hey, turnabout is fair play. Don’t get on the field if you’re not ready for the game.”
“Touché,” John eventually concedes, sitting back with a huff. “...shithead.”
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Bro I just started reading your fic like three days ago and I’m already on chapter 14 BUT BRO THIS SHITS CRAZY ITS SO FUCKING GOOD YOUR TECHNO CHARACTERIZATION IS MAGNIFICENT
I love how everyone is trauma trauma mental health disaster angst and then Techno “voices in he head” Blade is out chilling with his inner demons. The Foundation tried to get to him and he was like ‘bruh thanks for the offer but I’m good’
He’s so wonderfully comfortable with himself and his flaws. Well I mean he’s an awkward dork, but still. Of course he’s downplaying his own trauma since that’s how he rolls, but overall he’s having an alright time while causing huge problems for everyone else lol
Shows up 150k words late to the fic in the middle of a disaster with a potato smoothie:
“Hullo did I miss anything?”
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