Abigale Northwest, your wings are clipped and your nest is full. How do you keep your fledgling safe when you cannot fly for yourself?
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Ok so. I have a very specific interpretation of Abigale Blackwing/Northwest and I’ve constructed a whole narrative so I’m going to vomit some bullet points here because I’m CRAZY.
After the conference that got the Anti-Cipher society disbanded and had Thurburt Mudget Waxstaff III institutionalized, Abigale fled the scene for fear of meeting the same fate.
As an unmarried woman with an eccentric personality (and a checkered past according to my own headcanons) she would have been VERY at risk of being institutionalized as well, and mental hospitals in the early 1900s were uh. Definitely not great places to be if you’re a woman (Obviously it’s not great for men either but they did some real heinous shit to women specifically), and Abigale knows that.
While in hiding, a wealthy man by the surname of Northwest finds and approaches her with an offer; he would offer her safety from authorities and mental institutions in exchange for her hand in marriage.
Not seeing another way out, and her paranoia flaring due to still being taunted in her dreams by that damned triangle, she agrees.
She HATES her husband. Fucking DESPISES him. She hates their house, she hates how he refuses to let her tinker and invent in peace, she hates his rules and mannerisms. She is MISERABLE.
The only good thing to come from that man is their son. She ADORES her boy, and desperately wants to keep him safe and well.
Unfortunately Mr. Northwest is a huge piece of shit to both his wife and child so that doesn’t go very well.
Abigale feels trapped. She thought this marriage would cement her freedom from the asylum, but now she just lives in a different type of cage. She’s not sure how much longer she can take this before doing something drastic.
I have a different artpiece about that drastic thing she may or may not have done…. Teehee…. I’ll post it later 😇
Anyway long live Abigale Blackwing I am her biggest and only fan and proud to be
Oh my god. I reread the comic after the last update, and THE SIGNS WERE THERE THE WHOLE TIME-
He snuck through while everyone was distracted with the fire. (See: Chaos Arc. Reread it, it was a perfect opening.)
"Runs in the family", huh, Susie...
Because he's from the other Light World/Undertale universe.
Yeah. Yeah, that sounds accurate.
Putting his parents on trial/asking for them as sacrifices as a sort of revenge for making the last of his safe place (his family) crumble
The tally marks that could be counting anything, from resets to attempts at a certain outcome to a way of trying to keep track of something real,
the twisted reflections that stare into your SOUL (or lack thereof) and remind you of your sins,
the fakeout flower creature that is obviously a representation of how he sees himself?? A disgusting, monstrous, empty beast whose only purpose is to lash out and hurt??
OF COURSE HE HAS ONE OF THOSE, HE HATES HIMSELF AND REMINDS HIMSELF OF IT ALL THE TIME
And as the cherry on top, the DETERMINATION ties in. He has enough to take back the SAVE files in the player's absence, of course he has enough to make a Dark Fountain.
Yeah, they're f(un)ked
Thank you for attending my Flowey-based TEDtalk, let's get this guy some self-esteem
Have I already said that I like it when people pay attention? Because I do!
He gets one half hour of supervised outside time. He won't admit it, but he appreciates being able to see the stars.
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No clue if it exists already
BUT
What if Ratau found the Lamb as a kid (weither he still had the crown or not is up to the story etc) and raised them and kept them safe as good as he could. That's where they learned how to fight for example. Weither they knew about their fate or not is, again, individual decision, but i really love Papa Ratau stuff soooo
Okey, now everybody must see that
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noelle horrors yet again
i hope she's doing alright (keeps drawing her in great distress)
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edit: To clear up any confusion, the rude buster was meant to hit the player, but since they dodged out of the way, it's now heading towards Kris.
Drawing this stupid tiny fucking creature interacting with the Pines is my lifeblood actually
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