Roll Call

After a very long radio silence, I’m pleased to say that the Actual Garbage is becoming active again.

But after a long period of silence, not all voices will return.

A Roll Call is being performed, and there are a few requirements to stay Actual Garbage (or to claim one or more moving forward).

In the interest of fairness, Garbage that was previously claimed but has owners that do not participate will simply be redacted from the canon. No further harm will come to the physical pieces they are attached to, nor can they be claimed again. The owners of those pieces of garbage are completely allowed to use them as free OCs, with the understanding that they will not be accepted as Actual Garbage in canon.

This grace period will last until January 10th, 2020.

Look forward to more Actual Garbage content back on Discord and otherwise~

The deadline has been extended (due to other events IRL) to January 20th!

Please don’t forget to verify your interest and get some images up :D

“An agate?” He prodded the floating rock in the skeleton’s gaping face injury. It was the first other person he had seen, beyond the completed but sleeping souls and the looming figure making them. It seemed just as sentient and aware and broken as himself.

“Is that my name?” the newer skeleton made the other flinch back. His broken eye lights flicked between the newcomer’s ‘eyes’ and his unchanging, frozen smile. It didn’t seem able to express the way he did. He wasn’t sure it was capable of speech, but here it was: hovering, waiting for a reply.

Tentatively he tapped the floating rock again. “Sure, that can be your name.” This new skeleton was just… so new. Even when he himself awoke he wasn’t nearly as invigorated as this one was. It seemed to look up to him, like he was worth something, even… admiration? A sad grin played through his face. “I’ll call you Agate.” [image]

The newer skeleton lit with glee as much as it could, and brought his functioning hand to interlock fingers with the spare few the older skeleton had. “So, I’m Agate, what’s yours?” He blinked his eyes blankly.

“My what?”

“Your name? You have one already, right?” Agate clenched their fingers in the other’s hand. “I bet it’s really cool!”

“The most I’ve been called is A G, because I’m actual garbage,” He held off saying that the other was too. It wasn’t the time for that.

Agate’s remaining eyebrow furrowed in thought, “Aye Gee? That’s it? Oh oh I bet I could come up with a better one.” Agate bounced a bit then winced from pain in his legs what a mess they were, that smile never faltering. He couldn’t help but smile a bit at the enthusiasm.

“Agag? No that sounds silly. Agga? Oh I might have something there…” Agate let go of the other’s hand, grabbing at the edge of the hole where the stone hovered. “Oh! What about Aggie? It’s cute and cool sounding!”

“Sure, Aggie can be my name. It’s nice to meet you–” He was interrupted with a hearty embrace, Agate’s head being used as leverage to compensate for the missing arm. Aggie hesitantly attempted to reciprocate with his own arm and elbow. He felt a slight shuddering in the younger skeleton.

“I was so scared…”

Have some Garbage for the @actual-garbage-au

Her name is Taraxa, she’s the momster of the entire group. She’s very loving of everyone, tries to care for them as best she can. She can’t speak, because of the flowers overgrowing every inch of her INCLUDING HER MOUTH, and can’t hear on her left side for the same reason. Good thing she doesn’t need to eat??

Her dress is a low-poly dress, it makes it difficult to walk as it doesn’t deform quite the way it needs to. Though, whether she actually has legs to walk, or just sort of glides via magic is unknown. The inside of her dress is a mass of brambles and daisies, so who can truly say.

–Making souls is a mysterious buisness, is it not?–

AGAU → @tech-trinkets

More garbage for the pile, and I swear this’ll be my last one.

This is my AGAU Trash Child! Lottie!

Thank you @techcat for allowing me to design this beautiful baby!

A reference for my Garbage Sans, Aggie. He wears an oversized old shirt

I finally got this done, holy shit.

My garbage child for the @actual-garbage-au​, Agate.

AGAU is an Echochat creation, based on @techcat​‘s Etsy shop and all of the reject hearts that can’t be sold.

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The example….. Voices are @techcat and me…

Have a beautiful garbage child <3

-pets Eris forever-

A garbage child for @techcat‘s AGAU. They’re made of glass and they’re very small and very heavy and I guess I’m gonna call them… Gap.

Another garbage child for @techcat‘s AGAU. This one’s called Chain and they trail slime everywhere they go like a big snail, so they’re kept tied to a single spot all the time.

Rail and Ignis sisters to Eris and Helios

Eyyy, yet another garbage child for @techcat‘s AGAU. This one keeps watch over the comatose souls that haven’t yet been awakened. They spend almost all of their time arranging said souls into neat little rows while whistling random tunes, be it to themself or the sleeping souls.

–Rezic– Rezic is an AGAU @actual-garbage-au character by me. AGAU came from @techcat ’s shop https://www.etsy.com/shop/TechTrinkets

Rezic is one of the oldest souls in the au. They were there before the garbage pile even existed. They were supposed to be one of the ‘red souls that glows blue’, but something went wrong. They glow a hazy purple at best. Rezic was also the first attempt to ‘repair’ a broken soul. Unfotunately it too, failed.

They use they/them pronouns. Their gender is unknown.

more shenanigans underneath↓

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