So I know Sanzu is based off of Stitch and everything, but I am curious about something. How did Stitch inspire you to make Sanzu? (And did you start making an au to fit around him? X3)
OH ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᵍᵒᶫᶫʸ ᵍᵒᵒᵈᶰᵉˢˢ 🌀WELL, MY DARLING GIGGLE🌀
⚠️ᵂᴬᴿᴺᴵᴺᴳ ᴬᴺᶜᴵᴱᴺᵀ ᴬᴿᵀ ᴬᴴᴱᴬᴰ⚠️
Sanzu’s personality was more based on multiple characters I like such as Stitch, Spike from the Good Dinosaur, Zuko from AtLA, and this development actually came post his design.
When I first started designing him, @blesstale and I were shooting off random ideas about “OH, WHAT IF THERE WAS A PIRATE AU…” of which encouraged us to draw up multiple concepts surrounding pirate-themed UT guys.
However, I got rambunctious💦 and started coming up with concepts that was too far outside of what would make sense in this alternate UT universe, such as making Asriel alive and well, healed from his 🌼Flowey🌼 form and dicking around the ship as an understudy to CAPTAIN UNDYNE💪 or something.
I understood entirely that making an ✨official AU✨ to a pre-existing story meant there should be restrictions, but I couldn’t help feeling bummed out about it.💧
The only reason I made Sanzu was so I could have 🇺🇸total freedom with the design and personality of a crazy character.
This was where I started putting together concepts for pirate Sans,⚓️
If you get the chance, watch the rotoscope cartoon Tower from 2016.
It’s super intense and really gives you a sense of what it’d be like to be in a situation where a gunman starts shooting at random people in the streets.
I usually sit with my phone while watching movies, occasionally turning it on during boring parts. Halfway through this movie I had completely forgotten I ever owned a phone. It really grabs you. I kept having to wipe away tears, both because of the horrible stuff (no gore) but also because people did so much to help each other.
And it does what everybody always say we should do with mass shooters; it doesn’t glorify him. It doesn’t even show his face. It’s all about the people he harmed.
It really stays with you but not in a bad way, so I wholeheartedly recommend it.
Toddler kid with training wheels falls onto a literal prize-winning lawn. "Nature" takes revenge...
tl;dr: man threats a mother and her toddler for an accidental fall, bird seed takes over.
This happened a long while back one summer. I had friends in a very
nice closed neighborhood gated community. One day as I was riding my
bike to my friend’s house, I saw the owner of an award winning lawn in a
prestigious neighborhood yelled (and almost kicked) at this toddler who
accidentally fell off his new training bike while out walking with his
young mother. The kid had barely fell a few inches onto the lawn. Poor
kid was shaking and to make matters worse, the dog of lawn-owner-prick
was trained to snap at anyone approaching the lawn. So toddler begins to
cry, still sitting on the lawn as the mother picks him up.
Lawn-owner-man-baby screams profanities - filthy, whore names-type stuff
- at her almost inches from her face, and I swear you could hear some
spit hit the mom and child the way they terrified and leaning away from
So the guy’s lawn was would make a golf-course for millionares
impressed. It was nice. The one with the best lawn would get to park in
the first spot at the country club/swimming pool lot. Yeah it was that
kind of neighborhood. And yeah we could see him boast about it at
A week later when I was out still playing with my friends Tyler and
Logan around 10:30 at night. As we passed the lawn-man’s house, I told
them about the entitled-lawn-man and what he did to that poor mom and
child. My best-buddy Tyler gets this look of “oh hell no”. (His mom had
recently divorced an abusive guy.) Tyler tells us to follow him, and
proceeds to get bird-seed from their pet parakeet’s cage.
The next day we were were playing at Tyler’s house when we heard the
lawn-man yelling profanities. We ran out front, and saw this guy was
pissssssed. The neighborhood birds were causing the lawn-guy’s dog to go
into a frenzy - as the birds had discovered these amazingly tasty fresh
seeds. Lawn-man had come outside with an extension-cord and WAS TRYING
TO VACUUM THE SEEDS UP. Back at Tyler’s house, we re-enacted scenes
“Honey-I-Shrunk-The-Kids” (ah, the VHS days), with lawn-man as the guy
trying to save his precious grass.
The judging of the lawns was a week or so later, but the damage had
been done, there was random little shoots of life causing all sorts of
new colors of nature that would make Trump’s nightmares come true had
they grown to their full potential. Little “Groots” I like to think of
them now. And Lawn-lazy-pot-belly-man lost the little award sign he had
displayed at the edge of his lawn for almost 3 years.
A week later, we saw that his lawn had been removed, and new black
weed control covering was being laid out for the new grass sod that was
coming in. You should have seen the look on Tyler’s face. His eyes had
that look of unfinished mischief. “Hey mom! Can we go to the pet store?”