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And that makes the end of scene 2! I wanted to get the first page of scene 3 out before my hiatus, but we'll need to wait until I return. We have about 3-2.5 more scenes to go. I'm excited to make it through the drafting process. If I stick to my plan, chapter 1 will be about 25 pages, give or take. Once that's done, we will start to color. I'm thinking about using the same coloring technique as this post.

Anyway, wish me luck on draft 2 of my book! Hopefully, it doesn't take me too long.

See you soon! :)

A Chapter Left to Die

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✔ - Vote in the poll.

Before I decide to throw in the towel with Lugubriosity, and start again with Fawn, I started this chapter; the real chapter 35. It is only the beginning of an interaction that I intended to lead into another major plot point. Because Fawn will be slightly different, I'm not against exposing the plans I had for this chapter.

Guy, Hunny's father, approached Sans under the guise of friendly bonding. Guy, unlike Sans, was aware that Papyrus raped his daughter and got off scot-free—in fact, Papyrus was now seen as a hero in the community. Guy seeks revenge, of course he does, but he obviously doesn't stand a chance against the newly promoted Captain of the Royal Guard. Now Sans, on the other hand, was a disowned recovering dust-addict. Most monsters wouldn't even spit on him if he were on fire. The end result should be obvious, right?

Only it's not, and we know it's not because the following day Sans was taken to Gaster's lab to prepare for the ritual. So what happened? Perhaps we can explore this question in Fawn.

The Dump had everything a monster could ever want. All sorts of crap fell down here from the hole in the sky to give them a sprinkle of heaven—not that the surface was all the hoot. Nothing but junk, some would say, but despite it being crap, it was crap that wasn’t the usual crabapples or nice cream sandwiches with more nice than cream. When he was younger and he managed to pull his little brother and himself out of their hellhole of a home, the Dump was their new father. It sheltered them, entertained them, fed them, and on the occasion when scarier monsters came looking to do awful things to a couple of weaklings, the Dump protected them.

The Dump was a better father.

Sans stared at a particularly cozy hole between two deflated tires. It would be perfect for hiding if he were two times smaller and three times thinner. Fat asses, such as himself, would be better fitted for a fridge. Skeletons didn’t have fat—tell that to his big bones, he thought.

He chuckled.

And his eyes spotted an old treadmill on a pile of junk. Half of him was tempted to yank it out of the trash pile and—actually he would. No one could tell him otherwise, no one was home now to object or demand he get the filthy thing out of the house. For the first time since Papyrus became a ward of the Crown, Sans lived alone. He hated it now just as he hated it then. At least back when they were kids Paps would write to him, call him, and see him as frequently as the system would allow. Half an hour ago was the last time he’s seen his brother in over two months, and it was simply a passing glance, a brief touch, before Sans did the one thing he was good at; he disappeared.

Sans clenched the handle of a rusted tricycle to pull himself over a busted refrigerator. His once clean khakis were stained in old orange juice when his knee crushed a convenience store bag. He didn’t mind it. He also missed when he was allowed to embrace his inner slob. Alphys mentioned something about cleanliness and godliness, and he never once pegged her as the Mother Mary type. Science and religion tended to clash more times than not, but it could just be a phrase she read in a manga. They were so known for spewing Bible verses right?

Sans got to the top of the trash pile quicker than he initially expected. He felt pretty victorious, like the king of a castle, and the Dump was his kingdom. An empty popcorn pile leaned against his once white socks. He picked it up and placed it on his head, and along with his roach-regal headwear, he snatched a cracked drain pipe from the pile next. From this moment forward, it shall be his staff, and he shall boss around every rat in this horde.

He smiled at himself.

Paps used to love playing pretend. His favorite game was the knight in shining armor destined to save them all from the dragon's destructive path. Everyone deserved redemption, that’s what his brother believed then. No soul left behind no matter how damaged or unwanted.

How did things get so—

“Howdy up there!”

Sans spun around so quickly that he nearly lost his footing. On the ground below was a monster shielding their eyes from the sun in order to see Sans. The Dump was brighter than most places Underground. Here, there was the rare blend of artificial and natural sunlight. “Need any help?” Sans had to squint to make out the face. He recognized it.

The bunny guy from his druggie support group.

He threw the pipe down and shook off the popcorn carton. Suddenly this whole situation felt mighty ridiculous. Why the hell would a skeleton need a treadmill?

“No, uh, I was just…” Sans started to climb down carefully to prevent any broken bones. His back was already on fire by the time he made it half way, but his back was always on fire since Grillby shoved that pole through his spine, so that was nothing new. “I’m not homeless or anything.” That was the first thing he said when made it back to solid ground.

The bunny guy—was his name Guy?—helped him up. “Hey, I’m not knocking it. I know I usually find a lot of great stuff here.”

“You’re into dumpster diving too, huh?” Sans wiped his hands on his shorts. There were black stains on his palms, and when he sniffed it he smelled oil. “I spotted a cart in that pile if you need it for your grocery shopping.”

Guy extended a handkerchief towards him. He laughed like Sans’ comment was the funniest thing in the world and not an insult. “No need. We stocked up on food yesterday. I’m working on getting all of my bunnies back, even have a social worker coming on Monday, so I’m prepared. ”

Sans rejected the handkerchief. Another asshole who lost his kids? Why wasn’t this shocking? Probably because Dans saw the state of his junkie girlfriend that morning. At least they were putting in some kind of effort.

“I really love my kits—“

“Well, sounds like your spot will be next on my list. You got any Fruit Loops or Cocoa Puffs?” Sans chuckled at his joke, a joke forced into the conversation so he could avoid hearing about the oncoming family troubles. Guy raised a brow in confusion, and Sans would’ve gone through a whole demonstration explaining what he meant, but that would ruin it. Plus, maybe it was best he didn’t realize he was joking about robbing him.

“I’ve never heard of Fruit Loops, but I have plenty of Nice Cream that I’m willing to share.” That friendly smile returned on his furry blue face like all was just so peachy in the world.

Sans scoffed. Fuck this guy…

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Post #30 - A Happy Mother’s Day w/ Character Sheets

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Another year and another moment to celebrate the most important person in some of our lives; our dearest mommas. No new Frisk and Toriel post this year, but I wanted to cross post the character sheets I uploaded to the Discord. There are still five more sheets I need to get through, but we’ll save that for Father’s Day.

Happy Mother’s Day!

FAWN: Pages 9 & 10

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Okay, so I know this is only two pages, but I really wanted to keep up the daily posts while my attention is honed in on this. Do you guys think the tone is a bit too comedic? I know I'm asking a million questions, but the feedback is really helping to shape the comic.

Congratulations Frisk C! The people have spoken and you have been chosen. I think she will be my favorite Frisk to draw as designing this piece was so much fun. She's pretty, she's cute, she's pretty cute and now I only want the absolute best for her.

Death to Papyrus if he dares to take her innocence.

Post #14 - The Faces of Frisk

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I went to my first convention this past weekend. It was definitely an experience seeing people in cosplay in real life—I even dared to dress up. While there, I came across so much inspiration for my art that sparks flew through my brain. It was definitely a much-needed trip.

So enough of that! I have finally gotten around to sketching out different ideas for Frisk. These are just rough drafts that mainly play around with hairstyles, (she will still wear the signature bangs and bob. Option B is simply my fun little way of showing her face) and skin shades. I'm open to keeping her a Simpsons yellow too so anyone can easily see themselves in her—or maybe not considering her circumstances lol!

Either way, I think it would be fun to vote on it! (once I figure out how to create a poll, that is).

The previous poll appears to be neck and neck with a suggested AU and an original AU (based on the comments and the poll numbers). We will create from scratch to keep things simple while heavily referencing Underfell, that way we are technically doing both options. Below are the results.

Thanks again to everyone who voted! Once I figure out how to embed a poll in this post I will make an edit to include it. In the meantime, if you like any of the options, feel free to comment, and your vote or suggestion will be noted.

Edit: I’m stupid, all I had to do was edit this post to get a poll in—not create a whole new one. Hahaha…

And here is Asgore...two weeks later lol.

Post #25 - Lizard Daddy

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The title in the image does not say "Ai", but "AL". I just now noticed that it looks that way lol.

As I continue to update "The Worst Kinda Curse", I thought creating some concept art for Alphys' father, Al, would be fun. In the fic, he's described as big and imposing, but I have this habit of humanizing the monsters. So, I gave him two forms just to visually play around with different ideas. I like his color scheme as it reminds me of a rooster.

Would anyone care to see more sketches of characters from that story? I might make a few for "The Salt Circle" too.

Post #13 - For the Love of Art or the Love of Money?

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TL;DR - I will no longer give myself deadlines, and we will be blending formatting and thumbnailing together in order to get the ball rolling on the comic.

I joke all the time and say that if I don't want to follow through with something, I should set a deadline. This joke has been a way to avoid beating myself up after another project goes on hold, or another plan isn't followed. I suppose I am unreliable—I'd moan, only to realize this usually applies to personal projects I do for fun and not the other aspects of my life.

Fawn, and every fanfic I write, should be for fun.

I can say it currently is fun, but recently I feel myself growing stressed whenever I think about it. I've been dreading creating posts—absolutely hating the idea of it, so I've been avoiding it altogether. Social media has never been my specialty, and the few times that I forced myself to give it a try I often got caught up in the numbers, the engagement, and the thirst for attention. It's bad for mental health, so I taught myself to put it away, to use it only as a bystander and not as a "content creator".

I don't want this to be that way. I genuinely want to see this comic to the end if only for myself and no one else. It would feel good to look at 30 or so pages of finished artwork, and say, "yeah, I created that." Now that, that is what I crave, so I'll keep going.

What I won't do is what I did last week and give myself 7 days to draw something I loathe without any guidance. Not only did I decide to not do that, (instead, I spent my free time writing a completely unrelated fanfic) but I lost a lot of the motivation that held before.

So! From now on I won't give myself deadlines.

I want to speed things up. There's been a lot of beating around the bush, and not actually drawing the comic, so to fix that I will be blending stages 2 and 3 together. There is absolutely no reason not to create the thumbnails as I'm doing the page formatting.

I'm closing the current poll as well. I'll announce the results in my next post. The good news is that Tumblr introduced polls directly on the site, so I'll be sticking with that the next time I run one of 'em.

Lastly, I still want to thank you for sticking by, liking the posts, or simply viewing them. I will be turning my personal notifications off for everything beyond asks submissions, since I don't want to get into the slump of feeling like I'm doing this for notes, but that doesn't mean I don't appreciate you taking your time out of your day to peek into my little bubble.

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