This art is Dust Sans in a void because I was feeling so depressed and anguished that i drew him only in hatchings, so my stress poofs out of my body like people practicing martial arts to get rid of the stress. The feeling of being alone and the shards prickling the air around is safe, but a prison itself. It’s sadly beautiful, so stars start to brighten around him in magical 7 pointed stars surrounding the void.
It was after my dinner. The moment was when I was interacting with people, and as a good low social battery person, i hate when i need to interact with them when in reality, im there just to keep company.
On this piece, i learnt how to stay with people even hating staying. Dust Sans, because of his backstory, kills the same people he needs to protect, and in a metaphor, we, humans, sometimes hurt the closest ones, even wanting the best for them.
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Special thanks to @1knife-to-meetcha on Tumblr for your comment. Without you, I wouldn’t have posted this behind the scenes out of the lack of courage, or idk what it was inside of me. Thank you.