#temporary grieving

[steddielations]

“Evening, sir.”

It’s the Harrington boy. Again.

“I told you, son, it’s Wayne,” he manages a smile, harder to do these days, like chipping it out of cement and dusting it off. But he gets it done.

Steve doesn’t have the Henderson boy with him today, that’s a first.

“Where’s the curly one?” He steps aside, letting Steve into the trailer door, more rickety than before. No money left to fix it after repairing the bulk of the earthquake damage.

“Dustin? He doesn’t wanna watch the game, and trust me, you don’t wanna listen to that kid complaining the whole time,” Steve walks by, sorta chuckling to himself, “I always miss the replay ‘cause he makes me change the channel to those D&D cartoons during the commercials, just like—”

He stops in front of the couch, looking over his shoulder at Wayne like he’s afraid he messed up somehow. Wayne noticed that look often from him, less and less, but still often. All that confidence he carries can drop on a dime, sorta reminded him of—

“Like Ed?”

“Yeah. Sorry.”

“S’alright. I don’t mind talking about him if you want,” Wayne manages another concrete smile, but he means it. Steve always waits for him to bring up Eddie first, like he doesn’t want to remind him if it ain’t on his mind, but Wayne likes to be reminded. It’s nice to feel like he’s not the only one missing him. “But the game was yesterday and y’know the cable’s out.”

“Yep, got it covered. I uh, I taped it,” Steve fishes a VHS tape from his back pocket. Fancy. Wayne would worry about him using that for his sake, but he has a feeling Steve’s folks aren’t around enough to notice.

“The Colts win?”

Steve flips the tape around, “Haven’t watched it, so we can bet on it if you’re feeling lucky.”

It doesn’t feel so dry and heavy when Wayne laughs a bit then, waving Steve to go ahead and start up the TV. He already caught the game on the radio, but he bets on the Colts anyway. Loser’s supposed to do the dishes after they scrounge together some soup, but Steve does them anyway.

Wayne would make a stink about it but he can tell Steve just wants to help, to feel like he’s helping. Same thing when the Henderson boy comes around to see him, wanting to hear all the stories, even the scary ones. So Wayne doesn’t mind letting Eddie’s friends feel like they’re helping him.

His nephew didn’t have many friends. Real, cover-your-six kinda friends. The boys he played his music with, they’ve come by a couple times, Wayne always liked Jeff despite the racket. That older fella that’s doing time now, Wayne wasn’t too fond of. And some of Eddie’s dungeon buddies he talked about were the only few.

Now, casual acquaintances? Anybody who didn’t have anywhere else to sit when he had an empty spot at his table? Sure, Eddie had those in spades.

His boy was good at that, putting on a good old show for his crowd, on a stage to keep his distance. That damn Al did him in good, never could trust easily, having his old man pop up and drag him into his mess before he took off again. And Eddie’s poor momma would’ve done right by him, if she hadn’t gotten sick so young.

Took Wayne a long time to get Eddie to depend on him, to trust this was his place to stay and he didn’t have to earn it, Wayne wasn’t just filling his head to scheme something out of him.

Love ain’t a transaction that way. He wasn’t ever any good at saying it, but he tried to show Eddie the best he could.

His boy though, always carried a debt with him. Like he owed Wayne something for taking him in, had to graduate quick and make it outta here, do something with the better life he gave him. Al dug him in so deep, Eddie stayed roped into whatever his latest scheme was (the cars, the dealing, the gambling, thank God Eddie wasn’t there when the goddamn robbery went wrong, 25 to life) like maybe it’d be enough to keep him from running off again.

The odds have never been in favor of people like them, poor folk in a town that’s stuck in its ways, where everybody’s just like their old man, but Al made his choices and Wayne made his. Rest their mother’s soul, she did her best. Part of Wayne was relieved when Al got locked up, at least Wayne had a better chance of keeping Eddie from going down the same path, try to raise him right.

Being a Munson wasn’t a crime. He didn’t owe a darn thing to anybody. Eddie could graduate at his own pace, play whatever games and music he wanted, dress however, that didn’t mean he was up to no good. And a lot of boys get into dealing for a little easy extra money around here, he was gonna grow out of that just like Wayne did.

It worked until all this mess.

That’s why Eddie ran off after what happened to the poor Cunningham girl. He gets spooked when something goes wrong, like it’ll be the last straw he can’t make up for so he runs off. Like the first time he didn’t make senior year, went and hid out with that Rick fella that Wayne never did like, got Eddie deep into that business he tried to keep a secret.

‘Course Wayne knew. He knows exactly what and where his boy hides. If those damn cops weren’t tailing him, he would’ve gone straight to get him.

That was before he knew it would turn into all of this. Now he wishes he would’ve done it anyway. Gone right to Eddie, told him it wasn’t his fault that everything got all turned upside down. Told him he knew he was innocent right from the get-go, and got him away from this rotten old town.

But he didn’t.

He didn’t go get his boy.

So now he’s just trying to be there for Eddie’s boys, since he can’t.

“You have a night shift tonight right? Gonna put on a pot of coffee,” Steve says once he’s finished up the dishes.

Wayne hums. There’s usually more noise going on during these visits. Steve’s still alright at carrying on, even without the Henderson boy’s chatter to fill any gaps.

It was strange, the first time the two of them showed up. Wayne knew Eddie was close with Dustin, but he didn’t have a clue that he was chumming it up with the Harrington boy. Just don’t seem like the same type of company. He might not believe it if it weren’t so obvious that Steve cared about his boy. He suspected before, but now with Steve showing up here alone, he knows.

Steve misses Eddie in a different sorta way than Dustin.

“No cream or sugar, right?” Steve looks humored by that as he passes the mug of black coffee to him, “How are you related to Eddie again?”

Wayne’s mouth turns upward, remembering his nephew’s god awful sweet tooth. He picked up a box of Honeycombs the other day in the store out of habit. “Just happened to be standin’ there when they beamed him down.”

That gets a good chuckle out of Steve. Nothing wistful weighing it down and Wayne’s glad, watching Steve pour himself a cup of coffee too.

Then bitter-sweetness swirls in his chest, seeing the mug that Steve chose for himself. Must’ve dug it out from one of the boxes Wayne hadn’t hung back on the walls yet. The earthquake did a number on his collection. That Garfield one was the only one he’d gotten around to gluing back together.

“What is it?” Steve asks, cup paused at his mouth.

“Ah nothin’ just,” Wayne waves it off, “That’s the mug Ed always used.”

“Oh, I can use a diff—”

“Nah, nah go ‘head. It’s fine.”

Unconvinced, Steve takes a wary sip.

Mostly these days, Wayne just feels like a watch without a ticker, a chest with nothing beating inside it. He can’t name the feeling he has at seeing Eddie’s old mug being used by someone else, but at least it’s something.

“Y’know, he used to put everything in that sucker. Soda pop, soup, cereal, you name it,” Wayne shakes his head, mouth twitching into a smile, “I’d have to wrestle it away from him just to give it a good washing. It’s well loved, alright. Leaks now.”

As if on cue, Steve has to grab a napkin to sit underneath it.

Wayne lets out an amused hum, “He uh— Didn’t have much stability ‘fore he came to live with me, so he’d get real attached to things like that.”

Carried around a stuffed dragon they picked up at a garage sale ‘til Wayne couldn’t sew the wings back on anymore. Never wanted to throw anything away. Got real anxious about Wayne going to work sometimes, even when he was too old for a sitter. Held onto him saying “Stay home just today, Dad, please.” Which, he didn’t mind Eddie calling him that. It always softened him up, made him give in. Wishes now that he’d told Eddie upfront. Maybe he never would’ve stopped.

“Thought for sure he’d marry that damn guitar one day.”

Steve nearly sputters his coffee, laughing at that, “Yeah, those two are made for each other.”

It’s nice, seeing the way that story lit Steve up. Sorta like his boy can still make someone happy. Hurts like hell that he ain’t here to do it himself, but Wayne was always good at telling stories. That’s where Eddie learned it from.

“I’m uh,” Steve deflates after a minute, looking down at the mug, “God, I’m just really sorry, Wayne.”

“Yeah. I’m sorry too, Steve,” he says, because, well.

Wayne gets the feeling that his boy was Steve’s boy too.

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#it’s the full version of the garfield mug fic from forever ago #this has the happiest ending on ao3 i promise #linked at the bottom #steddie #rueswriting #eddie munson #steve harrington #wayne munson #steddie fic #temporary grieving #temporary mcd

[brucewaynehater101]

I will never have enough of that angst where Tim purposefully sets himself up to be Jason's actual placeholder. He doesn't "replace" Jason because that would imply Tim has worth as himself. No, he becomes what Jason was. He allows himself to be called by the dead Robin's name both in and out of mask. He lets a grieving family pretend he's someone else.

Tim becomes useful. Not because he's Tim, but because he reminds them of Jason.

#dc comics #dc universe #tim drake #tim drake angst #tim is jason's placeholder #he knew he was Robin's placeholder #he knew his position was temporary #he was a crutch for a grieving family #he didn't realize jason would come back #is it worse that the roles he filled (robin and jason) end up being filled by two separate people? (damian and jason)

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 130

So. Danny, Ellie and Jazz are definitely Not on the run. They’re definitely not. They’re definitely not huddled up in an abandoned corner of Gotham being kept warm and guarded by Fright Knight, who has definitely not let his whole humanoid shape disappear into a more amorphous one of Fear and Shadow and Flame to keep everyone away. 

They’re definitely not alone now, their parents definitely aren’t dead now. They’re definitely not stitching up Danny or stabilizing Ellie. They’re not making a sling for Jazz’s broken arm and crying as the ghost of Autumn tries to soothe his ghostlings wards. 

#dcxdp #dpxdc #prompts #dad fright knight #the GIW took Ellie and the fenton family did a rescue mission #Maddie and Jack didn't make it #Tucker and Sam are still in Amity with Val to keep everything under control there #The teens are grieving #the fentons weren't the best parents but they Tried and they loved them #Everything was looking up! They'd accepted Danny and Ellie and then This happened #They might be teens for humans but for the Realms they're infants who just lost their parents #Clockwork can't adopt them thanks to being chained by the observants centuries ago #so Fright Knight is stepping up as their temporary guardian that might become permanent #Fright Knight is the Ancient of Autumn

[daylighteclipsed]

Posting my last tag rant because y’all had some great responses to it and I wanna continue this conversation.

Yes! I think it’s safe to say Vanitas has become his own person and has a heart of his own now, maybe. But that initial wanting to rejoin with Ventus is a good example of darkness wanting its light back — and I think this is something the novels touch on, the pain and confusion Vanitas feels when he’s first created/separated from Ventus.

It must be so… strange for the space you once made up in the universe to be filled by someone else. Vanitas can’t return to Ventus. Not only because Vanitas has become his own person but because Sora’s darkness became the new dark half to Ventus’ light half. Vanitas can’t return to his light. At least, not the way he used to. How… distressing. Painful. He has no choice but to develop his own light.

I think you can even compare this to Riku in KH1, his pain and distress at, in his eyes, being replaced by Sora’s new friends and lashing out at Sora when Riku really wants nothing more than to be with Sora again. Riku initially bases his identity heavily on his relationships to Sora and Kairi, and he has to readjust and redefine who he is as things (relationships, roles, people, desires) change.

Yeah, that reminds me of how all the humanoid bodies without hearts — the Nobodies — immediately sought a replacement after their heart was separated from their body. The body needs the heart. It’s incomplete without a heart. It’s the same as light and darkness.

You’re right, I don’t think they ever explain what happens to someone’s light when they become a heartless. I think light and darkness are like energy in that they can’t actually be created or destroyed. If I had to guess… maybe the light goes to the hearts of people the heartless is/was connected to.

Kind of like how when darkness overcomes the world’s light, the light persists in the hearts of children. And also like how Kairi’s heart of light camps out in Sora’s heart when it’s threatened by darkness. And also like how tracing the hearts of the guardians leads Sora to the pieces of Kairi’s heart of light. And also like how Riku’s light, represented by the Keyblade, goes to Sora when darkness is consuming Riku’s heart. Our light lives on in the people who love us.

Sora and Terra are the only examples of heartless getting their lights back, I think, and it seems to be because their lights are hanging out in the hearts of the people who love them. People who miss them as much as their light misses its darkness. So yeah, the light that a heartless once had retreats to the still complete hearts that heartless is connected to. If there are no connections, the light returns to the universe/enters the newest or nearest heart — which is maybe how you explain Ventus’ light connecting with Sora’s newborn heart? Final answer lol.

Sora’s heartless in Coded saying “Hearts to sate my hunger” literally haunts me wtf 😐 fucked up rage form Sora hungering for light, and thus hungering for hearts, because his own light is no longer enough. But the light from these other hearts is always fleeting. He can only hold onto the darkness in every heart he consumes. And losing the light just as soon as he starts to feel it, taste it, only carves a deeper, darker pit inside of him. Makes the hunger worse, the pain that much more unbearable. So he just keeps attacking and consuming, chasing this light he can’t have as his darkness grows stronger 😐

Anti/rage Sora consuming hearts like heartless do, like his own heartless tries to do in Coded, is such a cool concept. But it would wreck Sora. Even if the hearts he consumes are ultimately saved — which in a canon situation, they would absolutely have to be — the second he registers what he’s doing or has done… 😬. The image he has of himself would shatter. It would just go so against who he is expected to be and has tried to be and who he wanted to believe he was.

But it would be really, really cool.

#also sora’s a vampire in Halloween Town isn’t he 😐 #the monster most known for feeding on the lifeblood of others 😐 #kingdom hearts #i am in love w sora’s connection to heartless following his temporary death in kh1 #i love when death is not brushed away when it is used as an allegory for a traumatic experience #when the trauma leaves its mark when the character is not the same as they were before #and i love characters like sora who don’t accept it and as such don’t process it #don’t grieve for the way life used to be or for who they no longer are #they can’t grieve because they can’t accept the loss #and it slowly destroys them #until they start acting like what they hate start becoming like what or who hurt them #yeah #i had another train of thought here but i lost it #this isn’t it but like #if any of the foretellers saw sora consuming people’s hearts his ass would be on a hit list

[willgaham]

adhd is so fucking stupid you develop a routine and if you're lucky your symptoms reduce to an amount that barely makes you notice them, until one tiny thing interrupts your carefully curated routine and suddenly it's all chaos all the fucking time again

#like. oh one small thing changed and you're already overwhelmed?? GROW UP #i was enjoying these past few months so much but i guess that's over :) #adhd is just constant grief man. constantly grieving the fragile and temporary peace you just lost again (and again and again and-) #adhd #vic talks

[smithsparker]

jacob alpharad haircut 83 dead 267 injured

#im sad guys noooo :(( #i loved the long hair sm i knew it was for the howl costume (or the sanji costume too?) but i didnt know that mean it was temporary :( #fuck it i'm maintagging this i need ppl to grieve w me 😔😔 #alpharad #sas.txt

[putuponpercy]

Hey what would be the steam team reaction if Thomas died?

Fucking distraught obviously. But do you wanna know what the real kicker is? None of them knew. At least, not at first. 

Very quickly after the accident was discovered (kinda hard to miss the loud boom) everything ground to a complete halt. The engines were sent to their sheds where they remained for an undisclosed amount of time while investigations took place. No one told them why they had to remain there, just that there’d been an accident. But they all noticed the empty spot in the sheds.

Eventually the doors to the sheds opened again and the Tidmouth lot were overjoyed to see their drivers again. All except Percy, who braved the question, “Where’s Thomas?” The humans all looked at each other in confusion, wondering if or why they hadn’t been told.

Then the Fat Controller arrived and delivered the devastating news.

#ramble in furness #askbox #temporary character death #obvs there'd be a grieving period but they railway would have to continue eventually #whether the engines felt ready to or not #then Thomas comes back #reincarnation au

[originalaccountname]

Nawy please stop being funny I'm trying to grieve

is it about this? if yes

:)

#if i'm wrong tell me ksdjghksdjfg #there is nothing to grieve I tell you just enjoy your angst #temporary character death at best #maybe wasn't even fully dead just impossible to save (until vampire miracle) #did i ever say i have an half-baked theory/headcanon that bram used to turn people doomed to die into vampires to save them #and that's why he seems to care so much about his people and letting them live #apparently i talk sometimes

[erinmar13]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Critical Role (Web Series) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Laudna/Imogen Temult Characters: Imogen Temult, Orym (Critical Role), Ashton Greymoore, Fearne Calloway, Fresh Cut Grass (Critical Role), Chetney Pock O'Pea, Laudna (Critical Role), Keyleth (Critical Role) Additional Tags: for the first time i'm tagging something, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Grief/Mourning, Major Character Undeath Summary:

In the aftermath of the battle with Otohan, Orym offers a solution to save Laudna. They just have to get there first. This is 7700 words of my grieving process, enjoy.

#critical role #grieving laudna's temporary death #fanfic #my writing #imodna

[mysoulspiralbound]

i'm gonna need to start naming these soon aren't i (or another witcher au)

cw: temporary major character death and cannon typical swearing

look, witchers don't live forever, but they live far longer than any human could. consider geralt who falls in love with this fragile, fragile human and his heart can't take it. the pain when he dies. and 20 years later at some shitty inn he spots a bard, clearly green, who hasn't quite learned how to read a crowd yet. it's such a far cry from jaskier's talent he almost feels guilty that he's comparing the sound. but then this idiot bard swaggers over to him, grinning, without a trace of fear, and tells him "i love the way you just sit in the corner and brood". and yes, it's been a while, but geralt knows those words. the first ones jaskier ever said to him and he just breaks. like, actually just starts sobbing on this poor stranger who reminded him of a man who's been dead for 20 years how pathetic is that. and poor julian (who hasn't quite picked a flower for his name just yet) panics because he made a witcher cry somehow, what? and then geralt looks up and realizes this man doesn't just sound like jaskier, he looks just like him to. a smarter witcher would have tested this copy cat with silver. a smarter witcher wouldn't have gotten attached in the first place. but al geralt can bring himself to do is pull this bard in for a hug because it's him down to the scars that geralt knows how he got, and by whatever god saw it fit to bless him this way, it even smells like him. and julian, still very confused, is just patting this sobbing grown witcher who still hasn't said a word to him. and eventually geralt composes himself enough to explain, and he has not gotten better at telling stories in jaskier's absence, why he reacted quite so badly. a normal human would probably say 'i'm sorry for your loss' or 'i'm not who you think i am'. hell, a normal human would probably have left earlier, run away screaming even. so it's what julian does next that solidifies the belief that this is his bard reincarnated, no other explanation. julian, sweet sweet julian, offers to accompany this witcher.

"some of the most popular songs on this continent right now are about you, and people haven't had anything new to listen to in years. ever bard worth their salt knows you have to chase the good stories, and you seem like you are chalk full of them once i teach you how to tell them!"

and it's silly, geralt thinks, that this jaskier, no, julian his name was, would complain about years, when he has so few. silly how little death and rebirth have changed his bard. and no, julian isn't his, but the treacherous voice in his head whispers, 'not yet', and geralt knows he's coming. not, of course, that geralt could have stopped him.

'i can't afford to fall in love just to lose you again' crossed his mind alongside 'you'll just get yourself killed' and 'the path is not for humans' and even the very eloquent 'fuck off' though that last one had lost some of it's impact after the breakdown he just had.

instead, what geralt says is "i've missed you." julain's not quite sure how to feel about that, he doesn't know geralt that way, but the way this man is looking at him, he wants to. julian wants to know everything about him, and why he feels so achingly familiar. so, julian, jaskier, does what he's always done best, he follows his witcher.

#the witcher #the witcher netflix #jaskier #julian alfred pankratz #bard of many names #geralt of rivia #geraskier #cw: major character death #technically it's temporary #but geralt's still grieving so i'm tagging it anyway #cannon typical swearing #it's the witcher #they say fuck

[thegoodgege]

this may be a hot take but I think dead characters should stay dead

#and i think the window between character death and dead character flashback should be way bigger than it is in jjk #me personally #id kill a character off #and not mention them beyond the surviving characters grieving for like a couple of volumes #and then woe #flashback be upon ye #i just feel like we as a nation don't respect death anymore #we tend to think of it as a temporary state with a high chance of recovery more often than not #and since this is about #jjk #i dont want gojo coming back #i dont want nobara coming back either bc i dont see a point to it #it would just undercut everything #unless gege brings gojo back just for him to find that they dont need him anymore #that could be kinda cool

[spicysucculentz]

Unfortunately due to some persistent pain I’ve been largely unable to snowboard this season and it’s brought me such legitimate anguish and sorrow. I’ve been shredding since I was fucking 2 years old. It kills me to be unable to. Plus this is the one time in my life I’ve ever had a pass and I’ve been unable to use it. I went out today to a local mountain just to feel it out a bit. It’s still painful but I really want to try to go to my favorite mountain this weekend while I’ve got my pass. I just miss it so much. I had so much planned for this season, trips with friends, new tricks to learn, new features to hit. FUCK! I’ve got gnar to shred for fuck’s sake!!!

#spicy speaks #it’s so painful #both to snowboard #and to not snowboard #fucking me up fr #I didn’t expect to grieve this much about my temporary inability to snowboard #it’s what keeps me going through the winter I love it so much #it’s in my fucking blood fr #my parents had me on skis as soon as I could walk #naturally I switched over about 10 years ago now #more steezy ig #less gear to keep track of which is a delight with my adhd

[heddagab]

Horny level: Regina Mills accepting being the Dark One's apprentice because he looked at her cleavage for some beats too long while alluding he'd teach her many things besides magic, if you get his drift. And she did. And jumped on the opportunity. Repeatedly.

#golden queen #gq text #broke: Regina could never have sex with anyone when she was grieving Daniel #woke: Regina not only had a revelation about her sexuality when she met Rumple but also soothed her grief in the temporary ecstasy of orgas

[llycaons]

jyl’s death makes me so sad even now and it’s hard for me to read about wwx and her family mourning her, but there are a handful of fics where wwx dies and it’s jyl’s pov and I actually physically cannot read those. it hits way too close to home and it’s too painful to contemplate being in her position

#which is weird because he literally did die and I find it sad but it's his pov for so much #than you don't really grieve him #I mean I grieved for his loss and his pain but his death was inevitably temporary #and we didn't have to grieve from jyl's pov because she died first #I read one of these and it was good but it hurt me so badly I couldn't bear to even bookmark it #ficblogging

[granonine]

Joy Comes in the Morning!

Joy Comes in the Morning!

Psalm 30:5 For His anger endureth but a moment; in His favour is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning. Psalm 30 is a song of praise to God for getting David through a very difficult time in his life, in which his life could have been taken from him by his enemies, including his own son. It is important to understand that night and morning are used here in a…

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#do we grieve over our own sin? #giref #God&039;s favor is forever #Joy Comes in the Morning! #loss #Psalm 30:5 #seems uendurable #weeping is temporary

[factual-fantasy]

I recently decided to add an Asgore to my AU because I think he's a really interesting and deep character that kiiiind'a gets clowned on a lot.. <XD I wanted to do him justice by bringing out what I like most about his character and overall vibe :}}

This was originally going to be in a post with like 6 other drawings. But I was so proud of how it came out that I wanted to post it by itself. :}}}}

His temporary lore/backstory is after the keep reading! :D

Asgore's story is a bit vague.. but I'm thinking he's in a similar situation to River Person and Grillby. He cant go back to his AU and is full of grief about it..

I know his AU wont be like classic Undertale. Maybe in his AU they were sent underground much later? Or not at all? Chara and Asriel could be older.. who knows. But I'm thinking that at some point.. while being married to Toriel and having both Chara and Asriel, he had to go to war.

He told his wife and kids that he loved them very much. He said goodbye to them and went to war.. In which he was later killed.. Somehow Jevil and his gang passing through, ripped his soul out of his AU and into the multiverse. In doing this his crown was left behind and he was prevented from fully turning into dust somehow..

If he were to return to his AU, he would just continue turning into dust and die. So he cannot return.

Now unlike Grillby or River Person, Asgore is able to cope with this situation a bit better than them.

He was able to say goodbye to his family before he died. And the last thing he said to them was that he loved them. He died protecting his people, and his sacrifice in battle is ultimately what led to their victory. His family will be full of grief, but they have his crown to remember him by. And Toriel is a very strong woman. He has no doubt that she has enough love in her soul for the both of them. And will raise their kids into strong and mature individuals without his help.

He is still grieving the fact that he will never see his family again, of course. But knowing that his family is still alive and will continue to thrive and live despite his absence.. its comforting really.

Asgore is now permamntly in a state of dusting, but not really..? He is made of dust but he is still very powerful. It doesn't seem like him dusting has effected his magic too much.. he's not really sure <XD

Since he no longer has his crown, he has blatantly just said "I am no king, not anymore." He now kind'a acts as the groups body guard. Also unlike Grillby, he is thankful that Jevil saved him. If Jevil hadn't accidentally interfered, Asgore would have just died anyway and never knew if his family was safe or if they had won the battle or not.

I have other ideas of Asgore being this really tender character, and devoting himself to protecting his "new family". I imagined him helping Grillby move on and cope with his grief.. and if he can still heal monsters/darkners.. I imagine him healing Seam and Spamton to ease them of their pain.. Even if its only temporarily relief. I like to think that he is this rock that the others can lean on.

All in all, this Asgore is a pretty neat dude. He's their friend now, they're having soft tacos later! :}

#undertale #deltarune #asgore #goner kid #I remember dreading drawing Asgore because he was so difficult to draw #now BAM look at me a few months later #no practice before hand and I'm so proud of it I gave it its own post #les GOOOOO positivity #Improvement breathing living thriving gorl✨