#incoder

[bebemoon]

look for the name THEO (requested by anonymous) | pied piper linen zip utility shirt (c. 199o's), les six pleated carpenter shorts (s/s 2o24), dirk bikkembergs black tall boots w/ metal slit heel and metal pulls (c. 199o's), kerosene "r'oud elements" eau de parfum ("it's late evening and an orange bitter sun is setting beyond the trees. wafts of smoldering wood rise from the center of the forest, burning from a small oud and sandalwood fire. the scent is soft, deep and longing for closeness and invitation." — kerosene fragrances), incoder "incoder_coif" hood

[faux-mance]

so what happens when an outcode’s timeline resets while they’re in their universe? because i was thinking about the stars and the gang fighting in underswap, and chara resetting because the battle gets too hectic or something and blue gets injured, but it had me thinking about resets in general

because swap is very much an outcode, at least in most fanon. how affected is he still by his universe’s resets when he’s inside of it? does he retain his memories? does it affect him at all, or just shift the world around him? will his universe replace his code if he’s gone too long? how long does he have to be gone for that to happen? how does route progression work when he, a boss, isn’t there?

answers to any of these questions would honestly be so much speculation and up to interpretation, but it’s interesting to think about

[magnoliamyrrh]

reading a study for class abt how not Only are stress levels during pregnancy very important and passed onto the child..... but how high stress levels before the pregnancy also get transfered to the child in pregnancy, apparently this may apply to fathers as well too not just mothers even

so like. now im thinking about all the endless jokes about balkan intergenerational trauma but also really. can u imagine after how Many endless Generations upon Generations of ethnic clensing, genocides, wars, slavery, poverty and whatever other fucking thing..... how actually messed up we all are lmaoo

[carcinocommander]

what if you did your family tree, and you were related to lord english

I would try and unlock my awesome powers I get by being related to him tbh. I want superpowers.

[rinky-dinky-dink]

Star Sanses But There's More Of Them

Figured I would make a sort of master post for my Star Sanses interpretation! This is just an idea I'm playing around with, I don't plan on making a proper storyline for them at the moment. Just me exploring characters!

Long post ahead-

General:

All five members have star badges, per Blue's insistence ("So they look more like a team!" Ink liked the idea of them all sharing a design element, and Sugarplum thought the idea was fun, so Dream and Red were outvoted). The badges are equippable items to give each member a bit of a boost in combat (exact stats have yet to be decided).

Combat:

The five of them end up a pretty efficient team in fights, especially against Nightmare's Gang (plus Error sometimes). Even when Dream is occupied fully with Nightmare, and Ink's attention is on Error - Blue, Red, and Sugarplum manage to hold their own even as incodes. Combat roles (per the rules of DnD, for no real reason) are as follows:

Dream is the leader, he maintains party focus and morale, and generally decides the strategy going into a fight. His ability to sense the feelings of others allows him to monitor his teammates even during combat, so he can call for a retreat if necessary. (Switches to/also serves controller role, when needed.)

Ink is the group's striker, he's fast and he hits hard with precision, but it can be difficult for him to focus on more than one enemy at a time. Stays up close to the opponents, falls back behind the others on occasion to refill his paints or regain his bearings. (When fully necessary, he can use his brush to take broader strokes and serve as controller with color coded AoE attacks. Can serve as leader in extremely rare situations, but that's not nearly as fun, so he's content to let Dream do it.)

Blue is the defender, he's the tankiest of the group despite his shorter stature. He has the highest base defense of the group's three incodes, since he's essentially a Papyrus. Not much aggression in combat, preferring to help cover the others as they attack. (Can switch to striker role, if necessary.)

Red is the controller of the group, his bones and blasters let him cover a wide area from a safer distance. His stats still aren't great, so he hangs back from up close combat, and relies on Blue to help maintain the distance, especially when he gets tired and needs a bit of time to recover.

Sugarplum is also a controller, technically speaking. He focuses less on direct combat and more on effects, usually ACTing to lower an opponent's AT, DF, or speed. He also hangs back from direct fighting most of the time, and heals the others (mostly Blue) when their HP gets too low.

General Team Dynamics:

Dream: The leader of the group, as agreed by everyone else. He's friendly and easy to get along with, so he serves as a good "face" for the team. (Ink also thinks Dream having his own "gang" is a fun parallel to Nightmare!) Keeps the group on track when on missions, when the others' antics (affectionate) threaten to veer them off course. He's nervous about the responsibility this sort of role comes with, and whether or not his aura is skewing his teammates' evaluation of him as a leader, but he's determined to do his best.

Ink: Local menace. Bastard. Usually the cause/intigator of the team's distractions. Here to have a good time, occasionally at the expense of others. Sends cursed memes to the team groupchat at 3am. Luckily the others don't mind his sense of humor (Red thinks he's funny as hell sometimes), and Blue's general enthusiasm usually just serves as fuel to his fire. Will randomly give his teammates a thoughtful gift (a trinket he found somewhere that reminded him of them), and then steal food off their plate before they can say "thank you." Overall he's having a good time, and the others have just accepted this weird eldritch paint skeleton on their team.

Blue: Underswap Sans! As peppy as ever, always there to cheer on his friends and tell them he believes in them. Tends to get caught up in his own excitement sometimes, but means well! His ability to befriend even the more hostile residents of the multiverse makes him the glue of the team, keeping everyone together and on the same page even when Dream and Ink argue, or Red is a bit too abraisive. Since being exposed to the multiverse and joining the team, he's changed his focus from being a royal guard back home, to being a hero alongside his friends. There are people to be helped, and he's found the recognition he's always wanted but couldn't quite achieve back home. He's still technically a sentry back in Snowdin, and still has to return relatively frequently to keep the whole multiverse thing under wraps, but his brother helps cover for his absence. (Papyrus isn't super fond of the whole concept, especially not Ink, but he supports his brother 100%.)

Red: Underfell Sans! The designated grump of the group, he still hasn't really shaken off the defensive habits he learned from back home. The "tough guy" of the Stars, he's generally not a bad guy once you get past that wall he keeps up. Is steadily improving, unlearning a lifetime of defensiveness and distrust is difficult. (His jacket is heavy, and he would drop it over a teammate's shoulders in lieu of a weighted blanket if they needed it though. Just don't go spreading those kinds of rumors about him.) Has not told his brother about his multiverse-hopping escapades with the other Stars, partially out of worry that his universe will start bleeding out into more peaceful ones. He's dodging that particular conversation with everything he has.

Sugarplum: Underlust Sans! Doesn't really live in his own universe anymore, spends 99% of his time in the Omega Timeline. Doesn't like to talk about his universe, dodges any questions in relation to it (luckily in multiversal etiquette it's considered rude to ask questions about someone's universe, unless invited to do so). Didn't start out as much of a fighter, and still doesn't quite match up to the other Stars, but he can hold his own in a pinch. All the fighting and training and running around burns energy, which helps keep his soul from acting up. Wine aunt energy, always up to date on drama in the OT. Generally pretty chill, with an easygoing attitude that lets him help Blue smooth things over when conflicts arise in the team. Drinking buddies with Red, can relate to having a messed up universe he'd rather not discuss.

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Dream -> @/jokublog Ink -> @/comyet Blue -> @/popcornpr1nce Red -> @/underfell Sugarplum -> @/nsfwshamecave

[nizhspo]

pairing: satoru gojo x f!reader

synopsis: shibuya incodent, october 31st, 8:48 p.m.

content: smut (nsfw, 17+), angst undercurrent, canon timeline (shibuya arc), drunkenness, public sex (semi-private).

notes: i have not finished jjk i literally just hit this arc and decided i needed to write it. expect to see way more of this in the future i fucking love this show now.

shibuya’s gone strange.

october 31st was supposed to be a party—lights, laughs, costumes too thin for the chill, but now the world’s turning wrong.

under your feet, the pavement hums like it’s holding its breath. the station’s floodlights flicker overhead, caught in a haze of smoke and something heavier: something cursed, the energy thick and metallic on the back of your tongue.

the crowd’s panic is a tide, pulling and surging and collapsing in waves. people scream without direction. some run into walls. others stand still, staring at the curtain of warped space above.

the sky is like torn silk. it ripples unnaturally, pulsing with a kind of anti-light, like something holy in reverse.

and you… you’re just floating through it all.

tipsy off plum wine and the kind of fear that doesn’t feel real yet. your feet wobble in your white platform heels. your angel costume’s clinging to your skin, more vodka and sweat than polyester. a crooked halo bobs with each step, glowing faintly in the haze.

you’re laughing, for no good reason. maybe because you don’t want to cry. maybe because everyone else is crying.

and then the veil shudders, like it knows who’s coming. a beam of blue light slices the dark. cold and clean, heaven-colored and humming.

and then he steps through, and your breath stutters.

he’s tall. impossibly tall. his silhouette is straight out of a fever dream, long black coat billowing around lean legs, silver hair gleaming like a blade under moonlight. his face, at first, is obscured by the glare off his sunglasses, but then he turns his head just enough for you to see—

oh.

he doesn’t look real.

cheekbones carved like sculpture. lips that could lie or pray, depending on how he moved them. hair tousled like he’d just flown down from some war in heaven, still catching pieces of light in every strand. and his eyes, what little you catch behind tinted lenses, are bluer than the curse-choked sky above.

you forget to breathe.

he takes it all in with a lazy glance—the screaming, the sirens, the veil snapping behind him, and says, too casual, too fucking calm,

“my bad.”

your body moves before your brain does. you stumble toward him, grab onto his sleeve like he’s gravity and you’re tired of floating.

“you’re so fucking pretty,” you slur.

he pauses. cocks his head slightly, the corners of his mouth quirking up in bemusement. “huh?”

your fingers slide down the smooth line of his wrist. expensive fabric. coiled strength under it. “did you come out of heaven,” you murmur, eyes wide and dazed, “or am i just really drunk?”

his grin unfurls slow. dangerous. like he’s done this before.

“definitely drunk,” he says, tone like velvet. “but i like your taste in men.”

you laugh, hiccuping on it. “i lost my friends to that… wind thingy.” you wave vaguely behind you. “poof. like, gone. i was gonna cry but then i saw you. so i decided not to.”

his smile twitches, falters, almost just for a second. a breath passes, quiet and full of something you can’t name.

because he knows. and there’s a pit in his stomach, low, cold, leaden. it’s been there since the moment he crossed the threshold. since he felt the thickness of the curse energy in the air, tasted the iron weight of it on his tongue.

it feels like a trap. like one giant mouth waiting to close around him.

he doesn’t know how or why, not yet—but every inch of his soul is buzzing with warning. he hasn’t felt like this since suguru turned his back.

and still, he’s here.

he looks down at you, glittery eyes and messy lip gloss, drunk little smile, and thinks, maybe just for a moment, that it wouldn’t be so bad to forget.

“but if it’s the end of the world…” your voice trembles, light and lovely. “at least i’m with you.”

that’s what does it.

he glances at his watch. silver flash. eight forty-eight.

“ten minutes,” he mutters. “i can spare ten.”

“what?”

but he’s already tugging you with him, fast, smooth, practiced. like dancing. you follow blindly, heels clacking over shattered tile, past overturned chairs and cracked screens.

he slips into an empty shop with a busted door. broken mannequins, a register half-gutted. a single overhead light swings on its cord, casting warped shadows across the dusty linoleum. perfume bottles smashed underfoot. cracked glass glittering like ice on the floor. the air smells like smoke and old silk, something burnt sweet.

and then he’s kissing you.

not gently, not exactly, but like he’s trying to memorize your mouth. like he’s got ten minutes and needs you burned into him before they’re gone. your spine presses to the chipped wall behind you, the texture biting through your dress. cold plaster. warm hands.

his lips are plush and parted, tasting faintly of spearmint and something electric, like ozone before a storm. he kisses with purpose, tongue slow and steady, teeth catching your lower lip—like he knows every trick and has no shame using all of them.

you moan softly into his mouth, one hand fisting in his coat, the other sliding up his chest. beneath the fabric, he’s all hard muscle and lean strength, like a coiled spring. his heart is pounding against your palm.

he presses closer. the thick line of his thigh nudges between yours, high and firm, and you feel it, the deliberate roll of his hips as he grinds in. your dress hikes up in protest, bunched useless around your waist. the warmth of him slots perfectly against the soaked heat of your underwear.

you choke on a gasp, grinding down.

“what’s your name?” you whisper, your breath catching on his mouth.

his lips curve against yours, cocky but warm. “satoru.”

your fingers dig into his shoulders.

“satoru,” you echo, barely audible. it feels like the world might break in half, but you’re saying his name like a secret.

he makes a noise low in his throat, pleased, wrecked, and slides both hands to your ass, gripping hard enough to bruise. he lifts you slightly, pinning your hips with his, pressing harder against your core. you feel the thick press of him through his pants, hot and eager.

“you’re trouble, angel,” he mutters against your lips. “real bad trouble.”

you giggle, breathless, thighs tightening around his. “then punish me.”

his head tips back just slightly, silver hair catching the swaying light, and he actually growls. low and sharp. like he’s forgotten the entire city outside.

his zipper’s down in one practiced pull. he hisses as he frees himself, cock flushed and hard, already leaking. you can feel it, thick, heavy, pressed to your thigh. your mouth goes dry.

“fuck,” you whisper.

“mm,” he hums, a smirk in his voice. “not yet.”

you fumble in your costume’s thin folds, pull a small, crinkling square from the bodice. “i got a condom,” you pant, wide-eyed.

he snorts against your jaw. “you came to shibuya looking for god and brought a condom? now that’s optimism.”

your laugh stutters. “you don’t have one?”

“angel,” he drawls, guiding your hips as he kisses your throat, “i did not plan to be doing this tonight.”

and then he’s touching you again.

one hand sliding between your thighs, brushing aside soaked lace. he runs two fingers along you, spreading wetness before sliding them inside, curling just right. your hips buck and you cry out, biting into his shoulder.

“still drunk?”

“drunk enough not to care. sober enough to want this.”

his breath catches. that grin again, darker this time, shadowed with something sharp. he pulls his fingers out slow, watching the way your body clenches around nothing. he lets your underwear fall halfway down your thighs before turning you around, pushing you gently toward a cracked counter.

your palms hit dusty tile.

he’s behind you in a blink, his hips flush to your ass, cock grinding wet and heavy between your legs. he nudges the thick head along you, back and forth, teasing the slick mess he’s made of you.

you arch against him, gasping. “satoru…”

“shh,” he murmurs, leaning forward, towering over you, his breath hot on your neck. “almost.”

you reach back, trembling fingers wrapping around his length. he sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth.

“jesus,” he groans as you guide him to your entrance, hot, aching, and he presses in, slow.

inch by inch.

your breath leaves in a shudder. he’s thick, stretching you open, dragging along nerves you didn’t know were there. your nails scrape the counter’s surface.

he groans deep in your ear. “fuck, you’re tight.”

the first thrust is deliberate, slow and anchoring. the second’s deeper. the third is a grind that leaves you gasping. he sets a rhythm that’s both frantic and focused, hips snapping up into you with slick, perfect precision. the wet sound of skin on skin fills the air.

your thighs tremble. your breath breaks. your dress is bunched at your waist and his hands are gripping your hips like he owns them.

he licks up your throat, bites your shoulder. “shit—” he pants, lips brushing your ear. “you’re gonna ruin me.”

your legs threaten to give. your moans spill helpless, face pressed to cold tile as he ruins you from behind. each thrust sends sparks through your spine. your body arches, muscles fluttering. you can feel it, that edge curling tight.

your voice is a gasp. “satoru, i’m gonna, i’m gonna—”

he laughs, breathless, a little cocky. his hand slides from your waist to your stomach, pulling you back flush against his chest. his hips don’t stop.

“already?” he pants, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “damn, i am good.”

he nips gently at your jaw as your body locks up around him, thighs trembling, slick and clenching, walls fluttering. you cry out, one hand scrambling for something solid, the other pressed to the tile as the wave hits.

you fall apart.

back arching, mouth open, hands fisting helplessly. you clench hard around him, and he doesn’t stop. not for a second. his pace stutters, just for a moment as you squeeze around him, but his smirk doesn’t fade.

“that’s it,” he murmurs, voice warm, wrecked, proud. “look at you…”

his pace stays filthy, relentless, the sound of it obscene. he’s panting into your neck, whispering curses, holding you through it.

then: his thrusts start to stutter, shallower, messier. his breath hits your neck in ragged bursts.

“fuck, i’m close,” he mutters, forehead pressing to your shoulder. “you want me to pull out or…?”

your head swims. you can’t think straight, let alone speak. “w-what?”

he huffs a half-laugh, hips grinding deep, voice tightening with restraint.

“c’mon,” he groans, grinning through clenched teeth. “help a guy out here, in or out?”

you moan, broken. “in. in. please—”

he groans, something between a laugh and a snarl, and buries himself. his whole body jerks. his head drops to your shoulder, jaw slack, breath catching like it hurts.

you feel it, thick and warm and pulsing deep. he groans into your shoulder, slumped over you, both of you shaking.

for one breath, two, there’s only silence.

then he pulls out, slow and sticky, and tucks himself back in with practiced grace. checks his watch. silver flash. 8:57.

he kisses your neck, your jaw, your temple. one last kiss to your lips, softer than before, like a ribbon tied around goodbye.

“well if it really is the end,” he says, barely above a whisper, “thanks for this.”

you touch his cheek, eyes dazed and full of something soft. “if it is… i’m glad it was with you.”

he doesn’t smile. doesn’t speak. just kisses you again, slow, aching, like he’s already saying goodbye.

“wish me luck,” he says, too casual to be anything but afraid. “hope we can do this again sometime.”

and then he’s gone.

[kelxya]

Welcome to the Multiversal Integrity Restoration Agency. Repairing universes one glitch at a time.

MIRA, short for the Multiversal Integrity Restoration Agency, is an independent organization responsible for repairing glitches that result from failed resets, coding errors, and outcode interference. Operating from their headquarters within Sciencetale, MIRA is staffed by outcodes and multiverse-aware incodes. Their technicians are often out repairing different universes, although they are seldom noticed by incode residents.

More MIRA lore below.

MIRA's Three Tenets

Observe. MIRA's surveillance team monitors the multiverse for unstable universes, no matter how small the instability.

Repair. When a glitch is discovered, a team of technicians are deployed to repair the damage. Each technician is trained in a wide variety of coding languages and restoration techniques, including emergency access to SAVE and RESET.

Preserve. Universe scripts and incode residents are not to be interfered with. All MIRA staff are neutral to multiversal conflicts. MIRA's goal is to repair any damage unnoticed, and will only call on other outcodes when a technician's life is in danger.

Uniform Guide

Each MIRA technician is sent into the field with the following equipment.

Uniform: Many technicians customize their uniforms to their personal taste, but all uniforms must be primarily in the agency's brand colours. The standard MIRA uniform includes an inventory pouch of emergency supplies, eyegear, gloves, and a Soul Guard vest.

Eyegear: Allows technicians to read a universe's code. Encrypted data and communications are sent back to MIRA headquarters in a live feed, and the connection can only be severed by damaging the eyegear or entering the Void. A single-lens visor comes standard, but custom eyegear can be requested.

Interfacing Gloves: These gloves have controls to view a universe's code, and the magic-lined fingerpads allow technicians to interact with the code directly for repairs and multiversal portal creation. A screen on the back of the left glove communicates important messages from headquarters.

Soul Guard: The Soul Guard vest, as its name implies, protects a technician's soul while out in the field. The technician's soul can't be forcefully summoned, and the technician's magic is amplified to create a protective barrier equivalent to 9999 DEF. The Soul Guard will also protect technicians from the effects of high LV exposure, and grant safe passage if they end up in a hostile environment such as the Void. Like the rest of their uniform, a technician's Soul Guard will take on the colour of their magic.

Recruitment Policies

MIRA are always looking to recruit talented incodes and outcodes to the following departments:

Surveillance

Research

Engineering

Field Technicians

Both full-time and contract positions are available, including AU-specific positions (for example, technicians who prefer to only work within Fell universes).

To apply for a position with MIRA, submit your application, qualifications and references to Human Resources.

[juniemunie]

She's here!!! Say hello to Patchwork, she's my Errorink "kid".

She's a creepy lil puppet that does her own thing in the multiverse. She can't speak, but it's not like she has a need to communicate anyway since you rarely ever get to see her as she doesn't socialize... ever. You might see traces of her because she will always meticulously arrange any area she comes across to perfection.

As her name says, she patches up AUs and cleans up after her parent's messes. She doesn't appear to lean on either side and remains neutral.

Heres a short comic on how I think she came to be

Maybe ill make a part 2 who knows this was fun to make

If you wanna know more about her, feel free to read below:

How does she clean up exactly?

Welp, heres a lengthy explanation: I've always assumed that the multiverse is more or less data in a diskspace, and said disk contains all the data of the AUs.

For every new AU, it takes up space. For every destroyed AU, it frees up space.

Sometimes when a new AU uses the freed up space, there still isn't enough room, so the AU fragments itself to be placed somewhere else in the disk. This makes things harder for Ink (difficult to locate and assist, as well as causing "loading" issues and glitches) and for Error (harder to destroy completely because theyre all over the place).

Patchwork, lives up to her namesake by slowly and tediously stitching and arranging these fragmented AUs together, regardless if theyre going to be destroyed or not.

As for her interacting with other characters:

If she sees an incode outside of their respective AU, she will attempt to guide them back to their respective universe if it still exists. Pretty good right?

But if their AU doesn't exist anymore.... well. She doesn't like loose ends. [So yes, she is not allowed in the Omega Timeline.]

Other miscellanous info:

She can and will organize anything she can get into. Ink will find his once messy art studio cleaned to perfection and all of his sketchbooks arranged alphabetically and by date somehow. Error comes back to the antivoid to find his puppets lined up neatly and staring down at him which freaks him out. PJ's corner will have all the paintings straightened out. Even Gradient's laptop icons are all organized and cleaned up as well lmao

She moves like a slasher stalker. If you spot her, she will stare at you unmovingly. If you move your eyes away from her for even a moment, she will be gone.

[blueishspace]

Double Life Remixed p.2

*a few minutes before the incodent, Joel's pov*

He had just arrived at the cave when he found Jimmy... Who of course was starving, classic Jimmy.

Jimmy: Could I have some of your salmon, please?

He then suddenly realized he was also starving... right, he forgot about that.

Joel: No! No, I need it, I'm very low on food.

Jimmy doesn't look that perturbed for some reason...he just changes the subject...fine by you really.

Jimmy: Yeah I was wondering who took all the iron.

Joel: Yeaahhh... sorry about that.

Well... Thinking about it, he just had a devious idea. He would make Jimmy's soulmate hate the universe.

Joel: I'm going to make your soulmate so annoyed-

What he didn't expect was to find himself feeling pain from hitting Jimmy.

Joel: Wait. No. I- You...There's no way!

Jimmy: *gasp* JOEL! Why would you do that!?

Joel: I tought it would be funny I didn't think I would get hurt!

*in the present*

Jimmy: Joel! Tango just died!

Joel: Wait really? That's- I can't believe this!

You need to say something, you HAVE to.

Tango was blown up by a creeper. Smajor1995 died. Grian: Wonder who is paired. Joel: Lol.

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[thefisy]

Could you draw Swap and Cross being friends?

OH YES I COULD.

SORRY FOR THE HOLDUP... THANKS FOR RQ((GUYS I NEED MORE OF THESE IT WAS SUPER FUN TO DRAW))

AND USUALLY... I DO NOT THINK MUCH ABOUT OUTCODE X INCODE DYNAMICS bc they're sad do I even need to explain why exactly

So it was very interesting and again fun experience

I think Swap and Cross could get along with each other reaaally well

FIRSTLY they're taco-bros

Cross would've asked Swap to cook some tacos following his special personal recipe

(and Cross would actually like the result)

SECONDLY They have a lot things in common !

They both love cooking

Cross might teach Swap some basics like:

Also ! Cross is a guard and Swap wants to become one so there's one more topic to talk about

THEY COULD TRAIN TOGETHER !!

Basically all their dynamic is "one inspires other and learn new stuff" Swap would be amazed by all Cross's skills And Cross would love Swap's personality that lowkey could make him remember himself before the whole x-event thing and that cursed last timeline when he

Oh no it's turning blue

They're like twins 😔🤲🤲 sibling energy

Hope you've liked my yapping and doodles

[ask-cole-n-fern]

You said earlier that you don't have access to multiverses anymore, if you aren't in one right now, where are you instead?

A lesson is in order

Extra info:

Universes: AUs, non-AUs, and cores

AUs: Alternate universes, born from creators. They contain their own timelines* as well as their voids*.

Timelines: Diverging paths of events in a given AU (eg. Pacifist, neutral, genocide runs; continuity changes such as Horrotale or Dusttale) these can be manipulated within a given AU by a being with powerful enough DT.

Void: The empty space within an AU, once entered leaving is nigh impossible (eg. Gaster; Color!Sans; Seraphim!Sans.)

Non-AUs: Outcode spaces, created by outcodes, either through code manipulation or overtaking of an already existing AU.

Membranes: That which seperates universes and multiverses from antivoid*, membranes can be passed through by certain individuals or with tools. (eg. Guardians; Errors; outcodes; //categories only applicable within Multiverses//.)

Cores: Root universe, from which all AUs stem from or passageway for guardians of creativity (Doodle spheres) depending on the Multiverse

Antivoid: The empty space between universes. Hostile to all incodes and most outcodes. Has effects on beings code that can lead to them becoming errors.

Antivoid (Multiversal scale): The full space between multiverses, hostile to all beings.

[dniosamu]

*Dazai has been extra clingy today, maybe because of the jealousy incodent last night..*

Well aren't you a ray of sunshine now?

[ari-cuno]

Hello! Dropping by to say your art is lovely!!!

Can you share anything about the re! Verse concept with the omega timeline? I’m excited to learn more about it

Aaaa! Thank you! Well, here's a little synopsis of the concept:

Re!Verse is an alternate reality from Underverse where Cross never left the Omega Timeline and returned to X!Gaster. This caused a ripple affect of events that resulted in X!Gaster uniting Error and Ink and they sealed him away in the remnants of X!Tale. X!Chara and Cross are the only known survivors of X!Tale, who both reside in the a Omega Timeline.

Error and a Ink have a rocky relationship after everything, and are on and off constantly. Due to Error erasing much of the multiverse it needs to heal and the mass deletion of AUs created corrupted codes and anomalies and several other 'glitched' beings and parts to be scattered around, causing damage to whatever is left and harming outcodes and incodes.

Ink has their first child, Oras, without telling Error due to their strained relationship, and then has Axel as their relationship improves and Error leaves the Anti-Void to inhabit the remnants of the Doodle sphere with Ink.

Core!Frisk sees the harm being done by their actions and the fallout of the X!Event and comes to the two beings with a proposition. In exchange for providing a safe home in the Omega Timeline for them and their children, Error and Ink become protectors/guardians for the timeline and clean up the mess of corruption caused by Errors mass destruction. With this, the two agree, and they leave their old roles as destroyer and guardian to redeem themselves and learn to live among others as well as be parents.

In the Omega Timeline Error provides most of the security and acts as the sort of 'bouncer', protecting the timeline from unwanted anomalies and threats. He also is responsible for maintaining the access routes and making sure the DOORS that lead to the timeline are functional. It took a lot of time for him to adjust to the timeline and live less like, well, a hobo. As a guardian he's much more relaxed and less glitchy and unstable. He's matured a lot but is still prone to anger. Some people can't forgive him for what he did, but he doesn't blame them.

Ink is responsible for helping with the creation of buildings and other parts of the timeline. Since they can create pretty much anything with Broomie they help around when someone wants a house or if anyone needs a creative hand. However, they also provide security like Error and the two are basically a duo when to comes to managing and watching over how the multiverse heals without them. Ink is learning how to be more expressive and emotional despite being soulless. They are learning to be more empathetic and caring. Ink truly becomes a more caring and kind figure while still maintaining some goofy energy.

Truly they both act more like adults than they ever have acted in the past. Of course not everything is sunshine and rainbows, but they're trying their best <3

[tatatale]

I love your A L I V E AU! You created a wonderful AU! I have a few questions because I'm kind of dumb and it's okay if you don't want to answer them. I don't know if I understand correctly, so like, incode and outcode are what exactly? And how exactly does the replacement of a character in a timeline happen? Like, what happened to Alive, Metta, Insans and Trave.

Oh, you're not dumb at all! There are many things that are UTMV knowledge and I assume people know, but it's not always like that. Besides that each author adapts it to their own AU and it may be different on each one.

I think it was Myebi who created the "incode/outcode" concept, if I'm not wrong. And for the replacement you mention, it's based in what happens in Aftertale, by CQ!

I'll explain it from A L I V E's pov, so it might be different in other AUs!

-An 'incode' is a character whose data is tied to their AU, that character belongs to that AU, and if they die and the AU is reset, they will respawn. -An 'outcode' is a character whose data is not tied to any AU, either because their AU has been destroyed or because they have been replaced. In A L I V E, inspired by Aftertale, if a character is not in their AU when it's reset, that character becomes an outcode, and another identical character appears taking their place.

I hope I explained it well, and thank you for reading A L I V E! ≧◡≦)

[zu-is-here]

Okey zu, there are some interesting law implications here.

For one Ink is set on the idea that once you've left your time line, you can just settle in a new au right? Because you need to stay with your original coded purpose.

Cross says that the timeline is his. Does that mean that him and Dream aren't just on the timeline, but they have implanted themselves into the code of the timeline?

If that's the case then does that link to the adult aim universe. Idk if those two universes are the same cannon but these two are dead in atleast one. Is implanting themselves into the code of a new timeline the cause of stripping dream of his immortality perhaps.

Something is fishy there.

Also when ink talking about the true owner of the timeline is it aim? Is it because aim was born from Cross's soul. Or is it someone else perhaps.

Also looking back on past pages, did ink do something to Killer? I have a bad feeling that perhaps there's a reason that he was all glitches and broken up on a past page.

Idk

Coming along great!

Digging deeper to the truth as always! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)★ You see, these two has their own truth:

Ink considers Cross & Dream outcodes cause they once left their AUs and now don't belong anywhere, so any of their interventions is a violation (For example: Cross & Dream can't become part of Heaventale just because they stayed there, right? No HT!Cross/Dream is possible since they initially didn't belong there);

Cross believes that Dream & he are no longer outcodes cause they abandoned their original roles, intentionally settled in one timeline and thus became incodes (like, you can tell them apart from their original versions by their clothes, etc., they're not what they used to be).

Ink also claims that only a character created inside their world can be an incode, and that's Aim indeed (not so much because he's Cross' son; Ink doesn't believe in blood ties, they're all just creations for him, and Aim was created just for this “storyline”).

Adult!Aim's route may be one of the other timelines that aren't considered canon;

As for Dream's mortality, that's an interesting version, we'll be back to this issue :)

Speaking of Killer, those glitches just show that he has a key to their hidden timeline <3

Thank you so much!╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

Not quite but that's a right choice :)

I really wanted to show how Ink traumatizes Aim not only morally but also physically, because this aversion to sudden and unwanted touches was passed on to Aim's adult version (>_<") (Don't worry, we'll get the chance >:3c)

Same! <3 I like how they complement each other, with Dream staying cold and controling Cross' aggression so as not to make things worse for all of them, especially for Aim ("ó3ò)

Hmm... There was a more complete answer here somewhere, I'll try to find it! And that's a great idea, but this Cross is not as chaotic... yet?

OH?? (≧∀≦) Even I didn't foresee this option, ears for skeletons! >:D

And that's right! (๑ᴖ◡ᴖ๑)♪

Thank youuu ;D <3

[kelxya]

I committed! Here's Jans from my Cleanup Crew AU idea, where a bunch of outcodes/multiverse-aware incodes work as the multiverses' most under-appreciated and underpaid janitors. They clean up glitches left behind botched resets, outcode interference, or messy coding by the Creators. Nothing truly world-ending, just, you know... stopping people from no-clipping through reality. Or getting stuck in a dialogue loop for an hour.

Jans is short for Janitor, because he took one look at Ion's 'cool multiverse job' at the Multiversal Integrity Restoration Agency (MIRA) and called them all glorified custodians. He signed on after he discovered a Papyrus who didn't belong to his AU walking around fixing stray glitches. There wasn't anything left for him back home anyways.

He doesn't actually need the mop for his job. He had Alphys make it anyways, because it's great for A) sleeping without getting caught, B) annoying Ion, and C) smacking Error across the face to give himself a running head start. That is one glitch he is not being paid enough to handle.

I'm slow AF, but gonna keep working on this because I have so many ideas!