#happy birthday ink sans I love you

[dreagine]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY 2 YOOOOUUU….

HAPPY BIRTHDAY 2 YOOOOOOOOOOU!!!!!!!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR INK SANS……

Happy birthday 2 you🥰

[asoullessentity]

I love ur Ink headcanons sm omgg can you do some hcs for him on his s/o's birthday? I just had mine yesterday it would be rlly cool :3

HAPPY BIRTHDAY! , INK SANS

♡ ,, SYPNOSIS ; Ink makes a birthday surprise party for you!

,, CONTENT/WARNING ; Fluff.

— note ; HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY!! My birthday is actually next Sunday, so ima do a scenario instead! Just 4 you, mwa! HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!

Ink was panicking, it was currently your birthday and he didn't have everything he needed for a part. You were currently at work so obviously, you didn't know what was going on. He invited Dream, Sans, Error, Cross, and Fresh. (Since those are the only monsters he trusted.) Dream and Sans went to get the decorations, Cross went to get the cake, and Fresh went to get the pinata. Error was stuck with Ink to clean up the house.

Error let out little grumbles as he vacuumed the living room carpet, his eyelights flickering to the painter who was cooking. Error let out a sigh seeing that Ink was trying to rush, "Calm down, Idiot. They won't be home until 5 more hours." He grumbled as he stopped the vacuum. He put it into a corner and picked some cleaning supplies before turning back to Ink. "WE STILL NEED TO HURRY!! The others aren't here with the things that we needdd." Ink whined. Error rolled his eyelights. They both perked up at the doorbell. Ink quietly rushed to the door to check on who it was. It was Sans and Dream with the decorations. Ink smiled widely after blowing a sigh of relief.

He quickly opened the door to let them in. Dream let out a huff, he had an arm full of streamers, birthday banners, party blowers, and confetti. And Sans had tons of balloons that were your favorite color. "Sorry we're late, there were so many people in line" Dream huffed as Sans chuckled. Ink clapped his hands, "It's ok! Oh! Please put the decorations up as we wait for Cross and Fresh!" Both skeletons nodded before they went and hung the decorations up. Sans made sure that the streamers were evenly spread around the living room. Ink took the streamers off the ceiling where they'd been hanging from and began to hang them on the other walls and the balcony outside.

Dream put the balloons up as Error placed some confetti on the ground. There was a knock at the door, Ink grinned excitedly when he saw that Cross and Fresh were at the door. Error sighed loudly. "I swear I better be getting paid to clean this mess up afterwards." Sans chuckled, "You could say you're lucky that you have such nice coworkers." Error glared at his failed pun. "Yo! Wassup dudes, we got the pinata and cake!" Fresh called out. Ink nodded excitedly. "Ok, I'll help you with the pinata!" Ink exclaimed happily.

He grabbed a chair and placed it in the middle of the living room. Error stared at Ink in disbelief, "Are we seriously putting the pinata in the living room? What if we break something?" Ink laughed at him, "Don't worry about that Error! I'll pay for whatever damage is done." Error glitched out a bit as he grumbled under his breath. Fresh held onto the pinata as he stepped on the chair, he hung the pinata on the ceiling. As Fresh got down Dream went and hung the rest of the streamers on the door. Ink watched as Cross placed the cake down on one of the tables.

A couple of hours later the gang hid in the dark waiting until you arrived, "This is ridiculous." Ink heard Error say, Ink quickly hushed the skeleton. "I think I heard a car door close," Fresh said softly. After a moment of silence, the sound of keys could be heard, and a smile made its way onto Ink's face knowing who it was. You opened the front door with a huff. You blinked, realizing that the house was dark. "Ink?" You called out. You made a noise as the lights suddenly turned on and everyone got out of their hiding places yelling, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Y/N!" Ink ran and jumped onto you giving you a tight hug. "I-Ink!" You managed to squeak out as you both fell to the ground.

Ink placed kisses all over your face as you looked around the room. Error had to literally drag Ink off of you so you could breathe. You giggled as you rubbed your sore neck after being hugged by Ink, "What is all this?" Dream smiled, "It's a surprise party for you!" Fresh walked up to you and patted your head, "Happy birthday, dude." You smiled softly at everyone. "So glad you're still alive and cake-ing." Sans punned. Everyone just groaned except for you and Ink. "How about we just eat and enjoy Y/n's birthday," Cross spoke making every nod with a smile.

You had an awesome birthday. Ink wouldn't stop putting cake on your face, Error missed the pinata and hit the tv instead, Sans told you tons of puns, Dream and you played just dance and Cross gave you gifts.

Ink waved goodbye as everyone left. He let out a happy sigh as he closed the door, he looked around and the house was messy. He sweatdropped but just shrugged, 'Error will clean it up tomorrow.' He thought as he made his way upstairs. When he finally reached your shared room he smiled at your figure. You were currently getting ready for bed. Ink made his way towards you and gave you a hug. "Did you enjoy your day?" His eyelights stared up at you, and you nodded softly. "Of course, Ink. Did you have fun?" You asked. He nuzzled into you as you chuckled. "Yes, I did. But I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." You giggled. He pulled away from you and flopped onto your bed, you climbed in after him.

"Goodnight, Y/N." "Sweet dreams, Ink."

copyright. ©𝑨 𝑺𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑬𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒚 2023 ; 𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒅.

[articskele]

Ink is a Page of Space. To me

In Homestuck, the aspect of Space represents not just literal space, but also creation and the big picture. New beginnings, infinite possibilities, a vastness that's hard to truly comprehend. Understanding that you can't fix everything and choosing your battles wisely. Sometimes things have to be burnt down in order for something better to be built in its place. It's part of the script. Sound familiar?

Ink is passionate and helpful albeit distant, and you can't afford to sweat the small stuff when you're working on a universal scale. And I think it's very fitting that Ink, someone who is inherently blank yet covered himself in color, a living canvas of his own making, ended up with the aspect that's almost entirely black and white.

But while an aspect reflects a character's themes, values, etc, the class defines how the character uses it, and I settled on the Page. The Page begins with nothing, devoid of their aspect. Suffocating in the blank. But as time goes on, as the Page discovers new places and meets new people, as they grow and change, they slowly gain more of their aspect.

Charting the vastness of the multiverse, seeing all of its magnificent highs and crushing lows. Finding just as much value in the journey as the destination. Protecting the creations of this world so they don't have to go through what he did, and encouraging artists to believe in themselves and keep going.

Because the Page's greatest weapon is their infinite potential, and with that potential, they can be one of the most powerful classes in the game!

Also yknow. Page like a page of paper ouo

Some more notes! And incoherent Homestuck nonsense adjkf

- Ink is 100% a Prospit dreamer- Optimism, creativity, always living in the moment- And if I remember right, Prospit dreamers are celebrated, so I imagine he would love all the attention and praise lol

- The aspect of Breath could fit Ink as well, with its themes of freedom and direction and confidence, but I think Space fits better overall. And if you wanted to get silly with parallels, Space is the opposite of Time, and I like to think Error is a Prince of Time + Derse dreamer.

- Princes are a destruction class, Error is a destroyer of timelines, Time is characterized by themes of death and refusing to accept things as they are, it works! And as the inverse to Prospit, Derse dreamers are known for being more pessimistic, rebellious, logical, and thinking about the past / future.

- I don't know squat about sylladexes (Homestuck's inventory system) but I could see Ink's being like a paint palette? Each item being a different color on the palette, and you can mix them to jumble the items together?

[sketchingstars03]

HAPPY (very late 😭) BIRTHDAY INK SANS!!!!

WAUGH I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS PIECE INK BC I SPENT WAY TOO MUCH TIME ON IT (despite forgoing lineart in an attempt to make things easier for myself 💀)

Either way, I’m really proud of how it turned out! 😅

Happy belated birthday to the guy who started it all for me! And here’s to all the fandom memories that were and will be made!

(credits and more 👀 under the cut)

Ink and Aster (ZT! Gaster) by @/comyet

Dream by jokublog

Swap/Blue by the community

Cross by @/jakei95 (slight outfit change by me)

Undertop Gaster by @/undertop

…Acrylic??! by @hexcia

and we all know who made Splatter here ;3

Anyways, some silly tidbits about this piece

The different papers don’t represent AUs, but fanart and fanfic that’s been produced by the fandom! The very thing that keeps Ink going!

I snuck in a couple subtle references to a few Ink-centric fics that I hear are pretty good 👀. Look for the initials

There’s a couple classic UT references in here as well, golden flower, save star (behind the text) and a doodle of the human and monster from the intro cutscene!

Also you can probably notice the silly cameo of Acrylic from my friend’s AU, Hexverse!

The final paper Ink is holding, the rainbow heart doodle, sorta represents the idea that art, creativity, the fandom itself is their “soul”, and also it signifies the love we’ve given to this super cool character! <3

If you’ve read this far, tysm for listening to my rambles!

[karineverse]

KV500DTIYS

WE DID IT GUYS YOU ARE 500 PEOPLE NOW AAAAAAAAAA and who's the best guy for my first DTIYS if not our favorite birthday boy?

Prompt: your own interpretation of Ink as a human. A close up of their face and the full body next to it

Ink Sans by: @comyet this human interpretation is by me!!

Rules

(do's and don'ts kinda thing)

Are fem versions ok? Yes.

Different body types? Please do.

different race/ethnicity/skin color/anything else? Pal, it's Ink Sans we're talking about. Be creative.

You can change the color palette to whatever matches your version of him.

don't join if you're a proshiper/zionist/racist/homophobic/transphobic/and etc

no nsfw nor suggestive (he's just silly)

no tracing

no stealing

no AI, AI IS NOT EVEN ART

The tag is #kv500dtiys and you can also @ me on your entry :]

You can also ramble about your headcanons on the humanization but that's optional (I like reading rambles and rambling is fun)

Deadline: 4/15 - 6/15

Prizes:

1 st place: full body art of 1-3 characters of your choice

2 nd place: icon of your choice (it can be icons for a duo too)

3 rd place: some character silly doodle

You can also join for fun!! You can join after the deadline but then you won't get any prizes, but you'll have fun :]

I'll rate based on creativity and my personal taste, but know that every single drawing will be kept and seen with love 💖

Don't forget your daily clicks and click for more goals too, keep talking about Palestine

Happy birthday Ink Sans and have fun y'all!!!

[aclowntiny]

♱ My Masterlist! ♱ About Me/Rules

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(I have tags for groups, members, female reader, & gender neutral reader, so you can also use my search bar to filter fics that way 🥰)

☆ = a personal favorite! hehe

🏴‍☠️Ateez🏴‍☠️

All Members (Gender Neutral): How Ateez Act Around Their Crush

When Their Crush Kisses Them & Runs Away ☆ Finding Out Their Crush is Allergic to Flowers When They Accidentally Walk in on You Changing ☆ How Ateez Confess To You

Ateez’s Ideal First Date How They Tell the Other Members You’re Dating

Ateez’s Preferred PDA

Ateez With a Tall S/O

S/O Watching Their Fancam ☆

Things Ateez Do That Make Your Heart Flutter ☆

Ateez + Kisses to Prove You Can Make Them Blush ☆

When You Call Them ‘Pretty Boy’

Call Your Bet! (Ateez Losing Bets Against You) When You Get Clingy

Taking Care of a Sick S/O Sharing Clothes With Their S/O

Spa Day With Ateez

What Type of Kisser is Ateez? ☆

First ‘I Love You’ With Ateez ☆

When Their S/O Kisses Their Neck ☆

Ateez + Love Languages

Ateez + Aftercare

Ateez as Hogwarts Students

Meeting Pirate!Ateez (Female Reader)☆

Black Flag, Black Hearts? Falling for Pirate!Ateez (Pirate AU Part 2) Meeting Superhero!Ateez (Superhero AU) ☆

Who in Ateez

When You Don’t Like Popcorn

Most Likely to Prank You

Most Likely To- 24 Hour Saying Yes Challenge

Most Likely to Go For a Childlike, Happy-Go-Lucky S/O

Most Likely to Let You Hypnotize Them

Unathletic & Clumsy S/O

Individual Members:

🐯Hongjoong🐯

Ink Trails- Hongjoong x GN!Reader (Soulmate AU) ☆

Hongjoong + Firsts

🐰Seonghwa🐰 May the Flirts Be With You- Seonghwa x Female!Cosplayer!Reader ☆

Seonghwa + Firsts

🐻Yunho🐻

Puppy Love- Yunho x Female!Barista!Reader

Yunho + Firsts

🍓Yeosang🍓 Blue Skies- Yeosang x Female!Baker!Reader Yeosang + Firsts

🏔️San🏔️

Down the Drain- Barista!San x Female Reader

Mon Petit Chou- Best Friend!San x Gender Neutral Reader

San + Firsts

🦁Mingi🦁 Unstoppable Forces and Immovable Objects- Mingi x Female!Reader ☆

Mingi + Firsts

🐺Wooyoung🐺 Business Booster- Wooyoung x Shy!Female!Barista Reader

Wooyoung + Firsts

🍎Jongho🍎 It’s Not Easy Being Green- Jongho x Female!Writer!Reader

The Wind Again- Jongho x Paranormal Investigator!Reader (Gender Neutral)☆

Jongho + Firsts

💎Seventeen💎

All Members (Gender Neutral):

How Seventeen Act Around Their Crush

When Their Crush Has a Guy Best Friend How Seventeen Confesses To You

Seventeen’s Ideal First Date

Carnival Dates With Seventeen Seventeen’s Preferred PDA What Type of Kisser is Seventeen? ☆ Other Members Catch You Together First ‘I Love You’ With Seventeen ☆ Things Seventeen Do That Make Your Heart Flutter ☆ Seventeen Meeting Your Parents For the First Time

Your Birthday With Seventeen Spa Days With Seventeen

Seventeen As Hogwarts Students

Individual Members:

🍒S.Coups🍒 Smell You Later- Gryffindor Quidditch Captain!S.Coups x Slytherin Quidditch Captain!Reader (Gender Neutral) ☆

👼🏻Jeonghan👼🏻

🦌Joshua🦌 Love is Blind- Joshua x Gender Neutral Reader

🐱Jun🐱 Kalon- Model!Jun x Female!Assistant!Reader

🐯Hoshi🐯 Brush Strokes- Hoshi x Female!Face Painter!Reader

🦊Wonwoo🦊

Silent War- Wonwoo x Gender Neutral!Reader

🍚Woozi🍚

Sunflowers and Snapdragons- Woozi x Female!Florist!Reader ☆

Ska Day- Woozi x GN!Soulmate!Reader

⚔️DK⚔️

🐶Mingyu🐶 A Date Like No Other- Basketball Player!Mingyu x Female!Reader (College AU) ☆

🐸The8🐸 Nails and Nighttimes- The8 x Gender Neutral Reader ☆

🍊Seungkwan🍊 Foolproof- Seungkwan x Female!Best Friend!Reader ☆

🐢Vernon🐢

In Every World- Vernon x Gender Neutral Reader

🦦Dino🦦 The Dancing Effect- Best Friend!Dino x Gender Neutral!Best Friend!Reader (College AU)

🌟Stray Kids🌟

All Members (Gender Neutral):

Things Stray Kids Do That Make Your Heart Flutter

Cute Dates With Stray Kids

Stray Kids’ Preferred PDA

Stray Kids as Dads

Stray Kids as Hogwarts Students

Who in Stray Kids

Most Likely to Trick You Into Saying Something Funny in Another Language

Individual Members:

🐺Chan🐺

🐰Lee Know🐰

🐖🐇Changbin🐖🐇

🥟Hyunjin🥟 Task Failed Successfully- Hyunjin x GN!Reader (College AU)

🐿Han🐿

🐥Felix🐥

🐶Seungmin🐶

🦊I.N🦊

➖Enhypen➖

All Members (Gender Neutral):

Enhypen as Meet-Cutes

How Enhypen Act Around Their Crush

How Enhypen Confess To You

Enhypen’s Preferred PDA

Enhypen as Hogwarts Students

Crossover Special!

Wooyoung & Changbin as Each Other’s Wingman (GN!Reader)

[iinkydebbieestuff]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO INK SANS!! And to me too :33

FELIZ ANIVERSÁRIO PRO INK SANS!! E pra mim também :33

@comyet thank you for creating such an amazing character. Your arts and work are incredible!!

i love ink so much 😭😭😭😭❤️

[zelphin124]

Error!Sans goes to therapy

Today is a very special day! I want to wish a grand and happy birthday to my friend @tehrogueva! I may be unable to draw, but I wanted to write something for you! I hope you have a wonderful day! Error!Sans belongs to LoverOfPiggies Ink!Sans belongs to Comyet Therapist!Sans belongs to TehRogueVA Enjoy!

~o0o~

"I-I-I swear Ink, I will murder y-y-you!"

"It'll be good for you!" Ink laughed as he shoved Error into the office. "It's helped me! Trust me, you'll like it, because it's all about you!"

Error scowled, slapping Ink's hands when he touched him. However, he didn't have the energy to resist Ink's nagging about the subject.

Therapy was all Ink had talked about for the past three weeks. He went on and on about fixing his flaws because he learned where they originated. Error didn't buy it. How can one possibly fix themselves when they were mistakes in the first place? Such anomalies shouldn't ever exist and need to be destroyed. Why should he care about them getting better if he would kill them anyway?

He was hit with a sense of nostalgia as he entered the room. A thick smell of vanilla entered his nose as the air around him stuck to his skin. It was very humid, and Error already hated it.

"He'll be in shortly!" Ink closed the door behind him. "I'll introduce you two!"

"I don't need your company or your help, squid," Error snapped, turning his head around. He paused for a second, surprised the glitch stutter in his voice had stopped when he entered the room.

"Hey, you won't even know I'm here, haha! I'll leave when he starts with ya!"

Error eyed Ink as the painter sat on a brown chair nearby, staring at the billboard. Error followed his gaze. There were a lot of red strings tied from peg to peg on different pictures on the billboard as if it represented a pattern or a lifestyle. There was a small desk below the billboard. It had a fire-lit candle to the right and a clipboard to the left. Once Error noticed the fire from the candle, he noticed that every part of the room was lit, and no shadows were cast.

Error sat down on a large sofa, sinking into it. He immediately felt at peace as he looked up. A fan was turning above him. Other than that, the tan walls were barren. The door was a darker brown than the walls, but everything felt so empty.

And Error loved it.

Besides Ink occasionally shifting, there was no sound. It reminded Error of his home in the Anti-Void. The room was lit with a soft yellow light, and it was cold. The vanilla smell didn't fade away.

Error tried to hide the fact he thoroughly enjoyed this room. "I don't have all day," he snapped at Ink. "Where is this therapist?"

"He's coming," Ink looked over anxiously. "I forgot to tell him I was bringing you, so maybe he's getting new papers for you!" Ink bobbed his head as if a song was playing in his head. He pulled out one of his notebooks and started to draw, his rainbow tongue sticking out as he colored in a previous picture.

Error scoffed to himself. Despite how much he hated the painter, there was always something captivating about him. He was goofy and unpredictable, along with annoying and heartless. He was fun to watch, at least.

They were enemies, they hated each other. Granted, Error hated everyone, and he had no intention to change that. But why did Ink come out of his way not to fight him but to bring him to this place? Especially after he...

Error thought back to when he destroyed the multiverse, and it made him question Ink even more. Even though the creators started to create different AUs again, most alternate universes were gone. X!Gaster hadn't been seen since. Yet, Ink didn't hold it against him, as if he'd forgiven him.

Error hated that. He didn't understand why Ink was suddenly so friendly to him. Ink got over his pain so quickly; something Error was never able to do, and he was jealous because of it. It's not fair...

The brown door opened, and a sweet skeleton stepped inside. His glasses hung from his non-existent ears. He wore an off-white cardigan and a green shirt. He wore a soft smile on his face before he locked eyes with Error. Error didn't bother to observe the rest of his appearance. Confusion filled the therapist's gaze, and Error grimaced. Significant, another stupid anomaly.

"Doc!" Ink shot up from his chair, walking up and hugging the therapist tightly.

Doc looked perplexed before he hugged Ink back. "Ink, there you are! I didn't see you," he smiled softly, still watching Error closely. "Did you bring a friend?"

"Yes! This is Error, Error, this is Doc!" Ink let go of Doc and happily smiled at Error.

Error's gaze went past Doc's eyes as he found his soul. It was an ordinary monster soul as he expected. However, it had a tint of light blue surrounding it. Although he found it strange, he didn't think about it too much as it jolted out of fear. He smirked to himself as Doc shuddered. The therapist's fear was amusing.

"Error, it's nice to meet you!" His voice didn't betray how the therapist was feeling. He stuck out his hand. "I'm Doc Sans; I'm assuming you came to get some therapy?"

"Didn't have a choice," Error glared at Ink and ignored the handshake. "Let's get this over with."

Doc withdrew his hand and sat down on the green chair. He flipped through the clipboard and wrote a few things down. Error knew he was afraid, and rightfully so. One wrong move and the Destroyer would tear this place apart. Why should he show mercy to this pathetic excuse for a life? Was this another one of Ink's tricks? If he ended up destroying Ink's trick, maybe Ink would finally feel the same pain that he did.

"I'll be nearby if you need anything!" Ink trotted toward the door, his eyes sparkling with stars and his grin wide. "Have fun Error!"

Error rolled his eyes as the painter disappeared. He sat back down on the couch, sinking into it. At least the therapy room was nice with its flat appearance. That made him want to destroy it less.

"So, Error, I've heard a lot about you," Doc smiled sweetly as he turned to him. "But I want you to tell me about yourself."

Error scoffed, shaking his head as he slouched in the couch. "The paint freak told you about me. Typical. What did he say?"

"You tell me," Doc tilted his head. "What should he have told me about you?"

Error thought for a moment before he replied. "I am the Destroyer of the Multiverse; I am the one who makes anomalies like yourself fearful for their lives-"

"No, I don't mean your status," Doc interrupted. "I want to know you. What do you do in your free time? What do you enjoy? Your job set aside, who are you?"

...What?

Error never heard of such a question. He started to feel different about this therapy thing. Did this anomaly really want to know? Did he really care? Why would he ask such a thing? No one had even asked him what he liked to do outside of destroying things...

No one expect Ink.

Well, Ink didn't really ask, he just kind of figured it out over the years.

"I uh..." Error glitched, shaking his head. It took a moment for him to regain his composure as he felt like he would crash any moment. "Not much... I search for the Omega Timeline; I chill at home and eat chocolate and watch UnderNovela... Sometimes I go to OuterTale."

"Those are good hobbies!" Doc encouraged, writing down what Error said. "Tell me about UnderNovela and OuterTale. Why do you like them?"

Error scoffed lightly, looking down at the floor as he recalled the show. "UnderNovela is funny. So much unnecessary drama, all in the right ways... And OuterTale..." He paused. There was always something different about OuterTale, something he could never put his finger on. It reminded him of the Anti-Void, just more beautiful. It felt like home as if he had been in a similar place for most of his life that he couldn't remember. "I don't know. It feels like I've already been there thousands of times. It's so empty and dark, yet beautiful."

"How does OuterTale make you feel?"

Error glitched again. Maybe this therapy thing wasn't so bad after all. "It feels like home."

"What is home to you?"

This anomaly was really making him think. "I don't know," he snapped, losing patience. "It just... does."

Doc nodded and adjusted his glasses before scribbling on his clipboard. Error sank further into the couch, crossing his arms. How was this supposed to fix his problems again? He didn't see how this was helping. If anything, Ink just gave him another place to destroy.

"Tell me about your life," Doc broke the temporary silence. "Tell me everything that you remember."

Error started to backtrack to his first memory, waking up in the Anti-Void. He was vague about events like meeting Ink, kidnapping Swap, destroying the multiverse, etc. He pulled a few strings from his eyes and started to knit with them in his hands. He watched Doc get nervous as he played with them, but when he turned his attention back to his fingers, it felt normal to talk about what he had been through while he knitted a blue scarf.

He glitched more as he talked about the different AUs he destroyed before his big finale. He started casually until he got to the people's screams and tears. At the time, he had laughed evilly, enjoying their pain. However, it didn't help the pain that he felt himself. No matter how many people he killed and destroyed places, that pain remained. Nothing he did lessen that mental agony he had suffered from for so long. A sinking feeling rested in his chest. It engulfed him as he kept thinking back. Is this... what regret feels like?

Doc listened intently, asking clarifying questions until Error was done. "Error, do you remember anything before waking up in the Anti-Void?"

"No, I told you that," Error shook his head. "I just was here."

"There could be some hidden stuff there that has caused you to act the way you have," Doc explained. "And it might explain how you feel inside, too." He got up slowly and set his notebook down. Grabbing some red string and paper from a drawer, he flipped the billboard over and started hanging various things Error mentioned up. When he was done, he ran the red string through the various events, many leading back to the empty space, what happened before the Anti-Void.

Error watched and studied what he was doing closely. He would never admit it, but he marveled at how Doc traced his maturing behavior back to the X-Event, his respect for Ink back to Swap, his hatred for touch from Nightmare, how he woke up like an angry manbaby, and how that was caused by something he couldn't even remember.

"Unfortunately, our time is up today as I have another client coming in," Doc sighed. "But we can unpack all of this together and help you get to a place you want to be."

"And if I'm happy with how I am?" Error snapped, hiding the fact he actually wanted to come back and unpack his life.

"Are you?"

Once again, the therapist had left the destroyer speechless. He didn't like how Doc bested him with simple questions that no one had even bothered to ask him. Someone was asking Error about himself for the first time in his life, and he didn't know how to feel about it.

Doc smiled softly; he had his answer. "I'm assuming you're like Ink, and time is irrelevant to you. If you choose to come back, just let me know, and I'll make some room for you, okay?"

"Yeah, whatever," Error rolled his eyes and stood up. "Are we done here?"

Doc shuddered once more but tried to hide it. "Yeah, we are done for today."

"Good," Error threw away the scarf he was working on and walked through the door without a goodbye. What a waste of time, he thought. I could have been watching UnderNovela.

As he walked out of the office and to a place where he could travel to the Anti-Void freely, he paused, turning around. Usually, Error would immediately destroy any AU he went to. He glitched, glancing around. His eyes softened as his gaze saw Doc Sans waving at him with a warm smile.

Huh. A slight smile crossed Error's face as his anger disappeared. He stepped through his portal, having done no damage to this new alternate universe.

Maybe there's more to these... anomalies...

[lix88888]

Birthday

Sans opened his eyes, finding himself alone in bed, and smiled.

He knew that, today, he was going to be pampered.

He let himself enjoy his warm (if empty) bed for a few moments before slowly getting his elbows under him and propping himself up against the headboard; just in time, as he heard footsteps outside the bedroom.

Ink opened the door, and Dream brought him breakfast on a tray; remembering the disaster of last year, when Ink was the one who insisted on carrying it, made him snort.

"This time we're having breakfast in bed and not on the bed?" "Oh sure, laugh at me. See if we do something this nice next year, too." Ink's eyes sparkled in amusement even as he pouted and crossed his arms. Dream, meanwhile, gave him the tray with a smile and a kiss on the cheek. "Enjoy, dear."

Sans looked at his breakfast: Dream had really went all out with the cupcakes (though the icing was all Ink), and he couldn't wait to taste them. He put one in his mouth with a small moan, as his partners sat down at his sides. Ink put his skull on his shoulder and his hands around his waist.

"Are you enjoying it?" "Mh... best birthday breakfast I've ever had." "Blue, you say it every year." "Well, it's true every year Dreamy." Ink tightened his grip and leaned on him even more. "We'll make sure you'll keep saying it every year."

Ink's sorrowful tone made Dream grab his free hand and squeeze it: Sans knew which shape his eyelights had taken withouth facing him, as this combination was becoming more and more frequent whenever Ink looked at him.

A blue heart, and a purple star. Fear and sadness, mixed with happiness and love.

"Happy 70th birthday, Blue" Dream whispered, also leaning against him.

By now, Sans's relationship with Dream and Ink had lasted so much that the time he had spent with them had been longer, almost double, than the time he had been without. It felt like a lifetime, and yet he knew that for his partners, it was such a short time.

Sans would never know why they had chosen him of all people, how he could catch the eye of not one, but two amazing, wonderful gods.

"I love you." Sans answered, loud and clear.

He would keep saying it for as long as he could.

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IMYM Chapter 12: Make Me Your Masterpiece: Ink

(Content warnings: Self harm, creepy/intimate bathing, doll whump, starvation, humiliation, forced crossdressing, Nightmare continuing to be a creepy shit biscuit. Also, happy 1 day late birthday to him and Dream.) <- Previous Chapter || Masterlist || Next Chapter ->

Ink stared at the wall as still as a rock, not even blinking. That way, he could daydream about colors and scenery, keeping him out of the white space. Also because he couldn’t move. Yep, he ran out of emotions for too long and lay as a paralyzed husk.

At first, after he screamed and cried, he killed time by pacing and drawing invisible designs on the floor. He punched the wall once in a while, which might have not even been the one he came in. They all looked the same and all it did was hurt his knuckles. Even though he never saw them, he knew someone was checking in on him. Someone was feeding him water and unseasoned white rice. On a white plate of course. It cost too much in the budget to give him color. It gave him energy, but the amount was always too small to satisfy his hunger.

Ink was so sickof white. He was sick of the silence and the loneliness. He wanted someone to hug him or hold his hand. He wanted to talk to someone, anyone, or at least give his bored mind something to do. You could only talk to yourself in so many different voices before you run out of conversation ideas. Then he remembered the mud from the fall, still stuck to his bones. Brown!

Unfortunately, the dirt and grime from his fall were so caked on that he couldn’t scrape it off. The artist’s desperation for any other color drove him to scratch his arms until they bled. It hurt but also felt good in a weird way. The black blood was a relieving change. Ink used it as paint to make pictures. He drew a messy version of the Doodlesphere’s islands. Damn, he missed it. It was so colorful, unlike his stupid cell. Once he ran out of pigment and didn’t want to destroy his arms anymore, he started daydreaming. Since getting paralyzed, he was stuck right next to a puddle of his sticky black blood. He couldn’t even teleport through the liquid. His escape was so close, but he couldn't move a nonexistent muscle.

How long has it been? Hours? Days? Months? It wasn’t like he had a calendar or a clock. Nope, don’t think too hard about that. He used up his panic and only felt numb.

Ugh. None of this would be happening if he just did as he was told! It would have been so easy too. It was his fault he was in here. At least, that’s what Nightmare said. His words kept replaying in his head.

You don’t think anyone cares if you’re missing, do you?

Even if I did love you, that doesn’t mean you can do whatever your selfish empty heart desires.

You’re an easy puppet.

They were all he could think about. He might never see the sun again because of his stupidity. Worthlessness. Pride. Immaturity.

He deserved this, didn’t he?

The artist knew people didn’t like him. Error, Cross, Fell, and the countless other souls he’s pissed off over the years. Even the original Sans didn’t like him. He always brushed them aside as being jealous. Usually, he would rant to one of his friends and get their opinion, but they weren’t around. Not like they cared, he doubted it.

He should’ve been angry. Nightmare was the guy who threw him in here after all, but he wasn’t. Ink was mad at himself, or he would be if he could feel anything.He was lucky to be with Nightmare and he screwed it up.

Like you screw up everything else?

Shut up!

Ink groaned. Great. He was hollow, hungry, bored, and hating himself. No one has checked on him since he lost his emotions. Maybe he wasn’t useful anymore and was left to starve to death. Was it even possible for him to starve to death? Who cares. He just wanted to get out of and stay out of this room. He’d trade anything for it. Even if he had to sell his nonexistent soul to be a servant or something. Unknown to him, he did.

“Do you understand my reason for doing this?”

Ink cringed at the voice. It was soft-spoken but sounded like a megaphone when he was used to never-ending silence. Nightmare leaned on the left wall, arms crossed and tendrils swaying. He looked sympathetic and regretful, but Ink doubted it was sincere. Something was off about him, but he couldn't put his finger on it . . .

Ink stared straight ahead, but would’ve rolled his emotionless white eye lights if he could. Because you’re a dick?

The dark king propped him up into a sitting position like a toy doll. His tendrils prodded at and caressed his cheekbone. “It’s because when I took you in, I didn’t take wet clay. I bought a pot. Finished, but so cracked and chipped that it didn’t even resemble proper pottery, more like a child’s art project. However, you were salvageable. I just needed to break you first, then the dust could be rebuilt into something beautiful.” He raised a browbone at Ink’s dazed eyes. “And it seems I’ve started the first step quite well. Better than expected.”

Nightmare reached into his pocket and pulled out a colorful vial, swishing it around. If Ink wasn’t paralyzed, he would’ve squealed in joy. Nightmare pried open his mouth. Ink gagged at the feeling of his fingers as he poured the bottle down his throat. His left arm shuddered, then he regained control of his body with a gasp. Licking the last specks of pink and green paint from his face, he looked up at Nightmare with a new mix of emotions. Fear, guilt, regret, anger, relief, but stronger than any of those, love. Ink shot into his arms, clinging to his suit jacket and forcing his head into his chest. Bitter apples never smelt so good after smelling nothing for who knows how long.

Nightmare stiffened in shock. Cautiously, he caressed the back of Ink’s skull, which he melted into. Affection. Sweet, sweet affection. He’d never take gentle touch for granted ever again. The dark king chuckled. “Well, who knew all it took was some alone time to make you so sweet.”

Ink kept hugging him. He was so relieved to finally have someone next to him that he worried this was a dream. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry-”

“Quiet down, I forgive you.” Nightmare cuddled Ink close, rubbed circles on his back, and kissed his foreskull. Something in Ink felt wrong, but he dismissed it as touch starvation. The kiss and cuddle satisfied it. “I was thinking a lot while you were in here and I realized . . . you were right. I was a little too harsh on you. I didn’t mean what I said about you being worthless. I’ve been neglecting you and your needs for too long, that’s my fault. I’ll take part in some more one-on-one time so I can . . .” He removed Ink’s arms from his sides and held them up, eyeing the mess of frantic claw marks. It wasn’t until now that he noticed the dried puddle of blood on the ground and Ink. “. . . you’re bloody. Again.”

Ink hung his head. “Look, I couldn’t take it anymore. The whiteness was driving me crazy; I needed some color.”

Nightmare nodded in thought. His eye twitched a bit. “Understandable, but nothing of mine is going to be kept in such poor condition. If you’ve learned your lesson, I’ll start you a warm bath and I'll give you a second chance, okay?”

Oh, that sounded great right now. Ink didn’t take baths that often (he didn’t see the point), but he was so worn out and messy that he would welcome it. “I learned my lesson. I’ll never leave your side again, I got it! Don't ever lock me in here ever again!”

“As long as you play nice, I won’t need to. And believe me, I don’t wish to use this room again.” He took Ink’s hand and brought them standing. “I hope you understand why I did this. You learn best from punishment. And you needed to learn not to disobey. Do you forgive me?”

Ink paused. Did he? He was starved,abandoned, and he triggered his worst trauma. Ink looked back up at Nightmare's face and his soft smile, and he knew immediately what to say.

“I . . . yeah. I forgive you!”

Nightmare beamed. “Excellent.” He led him out of the room.

Ink’s senses exploded at the change of scenery. He was aware of every loud plunk of water or blood, whatever it was. The smell of rot and death made him gag. The dungeon was a dark aquaish-green, but the color change was still too hard on his eye sockets. Not that he wasn’t happy being free, he just didn’t expect it to hurt so much.

Nightmare noticed his problem. “Here, close your eyes. I’ll guide you. You can trust me."

The artist hesitated before a fuzzy surge of love filled his chest. He squeezed Nightmare’s hand, putting all his trust in him. He made a hum of contentment and led him out of the dungeon. His tendrils nudged him in the right direction whenever he was about to hit something.

Weird, it was like their fight didn’t happen. Nightmare was almost the same way he was in that first month. It didn’t even feel real. Like all that was a bad dream. And Ink would have believed it to be if he wasn’t so shaken up. But they were starting over, everything would be okay now.

Ink almost crashed into him when Nightmare stopped. “You can open your eyes now. We're at your room . . . my dear."

Ink peeked out one first and soon opened the other. His room was dark and quiet enough to not overstimulate him. He stepped inside and buried himself in his blankets. He missed his bed.

“Wait here and I’ll arrange that bath for you.” Nightmare pecked him on the cheek. The artist smiled, but then he looked around. Something was missing . . .

“Where’s my scarf?”

Nightmare’s expression changed to that sympathetic guilt again. “Ah, your scarf . . . it was disposed of. You won’t need it anymore. It was hideous anyways.”

“Oh.” The corners of his mouth turned down. Ink loved his scarf. He didn’t say it out loud, but it hurt losing it. And worse, Nightmare didn’t give him a heads-up. He wished he did.

“I’ll be back.” Nightmare left the room. Ink lay back on his bed. His eye lights wandered to nothing in particular, but something caught his attention. The parasol wasn’t in his room before. Huh?

He walked over to it and ran his hand down the black pole. Ignoring the superstition about never opening an umbrella indoors, Ink opened it. It was all white with a pink border. The middle had stitched roses, hearts, and bows. It was soft too.

Ink picked it up. It was lighter than he expected, even though it was as tall as he was. He practiced swinging it around. Despite the cutesy look, the top was freakishly sharp, and Ink had to be careful so he didn’t knock anything over. Or hurt himself. It was in a diamond shape and all the sides were sharp as a knife.

“I see you found your new weapon.”

Ink jumped and nearly hit Nightmare in the face. He laughed in the entryway, tracing his finger on the soft part under the point. “I couldn’t have you go weaponless now, could I? I was considering giving you a knife, but that was too cliche. This was much cuter and it will fit your new role, you'll enjoy this."

“Thanks!" Ink grinned. "Quick question, why is it pink? I'm not complaining, but I don't get why you gave me a pink parasol of all weapons?”

Nightmare kept touching the designs, looking Ink over. “Because that’s your favorite color. You love pastel colors. White, blue, and purple, but pink is your favorite. Don’t you remember?”

Ink’s fight or flight senses tingled. Something about his tone sounded unnerving, predatory almost. But despite that, he couldn’t stop himself from talking. “I don’t have a favorite color because I like them all. But if I had to choose, I’d pick brown because it’s all the colors mixed toge-”

Nightmare shook his head. “No. Are you going to argue with me further or are we going to clean you up?”

The artist held his mouth slightly open for a minute before laying the parasol down. He sighed. “Alright, you clean me up.”

Nightmare wrapped a tendril around Ink’s hand and pulled him over to him, tripping him. Ink looked up at him. Why did he look so excited? Why was he cute when he looked excited?

He took him down the hall without a single word. Ink tried to remember where this was. The hallways all blended together in his head. Eventually, he stopped at a large brown door, close to his bedroom. “I hope you like bubbles.”

Nightmare opened the door to the master bath. The room was a decent size with a cream-tiled floor and peanut-brown brick walls. The left side of the room held a fancy dark wood sink with a white counter. Something wrapped in brown paper and beige string sat at the edge of it. A circular bathtub was built on the floor and surrounded by brown curtains with yellow cords. A silver showerhead was on the wall, the kind where you can remove the handle. Bottles of soap and scrub brushes lined the corner of the barrier. Lavender bubbles and steam covered the top of the water.

Ink was immediately wracked with guilt. “Nightmare, it’s amazing, but . . . you didn’t need to do all this.”

“Pampering you is my choice. So what if you don’t deserve it? We’ll discuss how you will." Nightmare gestured to the bathtub. "Now, take those filthy clothes off and get in.”

Ink was a little uncomfortable, but he did as he asked and stripped down. Once he removed hisshirt, he noticed the weird look on Nightmare’s face. He was staring, fascinated by his swirling black tattoos. “Uhm, what?”

“You’ve never told me you hid so much beauty. I believed you only had those markings on your arms and legs. Where did you get them?”

Ink blushed with rainbow freckles, flustered. “Funny story. I was born with them, so I guessed it was a normal skeleton thing. I asked Blue if I could see his and he was so confused. Dream didn't know either. Error said it was code from when I was stuck in the void."

Nightmare nodded along and hummed, but he wasn't looking at him. He was staring at the box on the sink. "Interesting . . ."

Once Ink was undressed, he lowered himself into the bathtub. The burning water shocked his system; he squeaked. Nightmare laughed and pushed him the rest of the way in. He took the brush and showerhead and used the latter to rinse water over his skull. Hot! Hot! Hot!

“Relax, I’ll take care of you,” Nightmare said as Ink shifted around. His cold hands were the opposite of the water. He probably didn’t mean to make the water so hot. It was an accident. “You only need to move when I tell you to. Like now, raise your right arm.”

Ink did as he asked and Nightmare cleaned his cuts. He made the disinfecting slow and gentle, pouring water over them to flush out the wounds. It didn’t take long before black blood stained the tub. The artist winced whenever he would rest his fingers on one of them, or worse, they got soap in them. Thankfully, Nightmare would notice and move. He did the same thing washing out the other arm.

“So,” Nightmare started as he pumped soap into his hand. “I’ve been thinking long and hard about your . . . poor decision-making and how I could help you improve. Then it hit me. Your problem is arrogance and too much freedom. You believe your actions are consequence-free and you don’t care about anyone who isn’t yourself. And if something does go wrong, all you have to do is hop into another AU and forget about it. It would be unfortunate if you couldn’t rely on your protector, wouldn’t it?”

Tilting his skull so he could wash the dirt and blood off his neck, Ink’s face burned in shame. He already knew he was an asshole now and then, but hearing it in Nightmare’s smooth voice hurt. "Yeah, I guess that would suck. And I kinda let everyone down . . . what is this leading to?"

Chuckling, Nightmare rubbed the lavender-scented soap into his collarbones. “As I said two weeks ago, I'm going to lay down stricter rules. I have a plan set up for you to take etiquette lessons. You also have some paperwork to sign. You have a brand new role you need to fulfill for me, and I'll teach you how. Don’t worry, once you catch on, they’ll be easy. Your lessons will be alongside your battle training. Also, I will choose what you wear from now on. It’s quite the change, but you’ll get used to it.”

Ink swallowed. He wasn’t a fan of the idea, but he’d do it if it made Nightmare happy. He didn’t want to face his anger again. “What happens if I mess up and break the rules?”

“Simple. Depending on the severity, we would either talk about your mistake or I would punish you. I’d prefer not to physically harm you, I’d like to keep your appearance nice, but it could happen. So instead, you would either spend some time in the white room-”

“NO!” Ink twitched so hard that water splashed up on Nightmare. He smirked in amusement as he flicked the bubbles off his face. “Not again. Don’t leave me alone in there again. Please.”

“Shh.” Nightmare stroked his cheekbone with his thumb, leaving a trail of light purple suds. “Aw, you poor thing. If you don’t want punishment, then I assume you want to be compliant, don’t you?”

To be honest, Ink wasn’t sure what he wanted. He didn’t want to be on his own, that was for sure. But he didn’t like thinking about losing that much freedom either. He could’ve tried running away . . . but he wanted to stay with Nightmare. Even if he tried to run, Nightmare would track him down and throw him back into the white room. Ink wanted things to go back to the way they were. He tried to keep everything on his mind, but it came out as stammering nonsense.

Nightmare massaged soap into his ribs. Ink stopped worrying and relaxed; it felt so good. “I understand if you’re confused, it’s how anyone would feel. That’s how you. will earn and deserve rewards like this. You won’t even need to think, I will do all that for you. You just need to act cute and obedient.” He booped his nasal bone. Ink sneezed. “And it seems you almost have the first part mastered. All this won’t start for at least another week. I figured you need some time to prepare. and understand what you're getting into."

“Prepare? I . . . nevermind. I don’t want to know.” Ink had a sick feeling in his nonexistent stomach. The last time he felt this uncomfortable was when he got back from Flufftale. Even though he was nervous about the answer, he asked, “Hey, Night?”

“Hm?”

“How long was I in that room?”

Nightmare didn’t answer for a long time. “A while.”

They didn’t say anything for the rest of the bath. Nightmare was gentle and his scrubbing never hurt, even when he had to go rougher on some of the stickier muck. Ink started to doze off. Nightmare kissed his foreskull. What did he say before about second chances? Was this it? If so, maybe this new role would be alright, whatever it was.

Nightmare finished cleaning him. He helped him out and Ink took a towel to dry himself off with, tying it around his lower bones when he was done.

“Sit there with your arms held out.” Nightmare said, pointing to the bathtub rim with a tendril. Ink followed the order. “There we go. Now stay still so I can fix your arms."

His tendril reached on top of a cabinet and a roll of beige bandages. He traced his magic glowing fingers down his arms before binding them up. “I would use my malice again, but the bandages will look much cleaner with your outfit. Don’t scratch your bandages no matter how itchy they may become. It could loosen them or cause a worse infection. That includes when they’re off. No more harming yourself, promise Ink? I expect your body to be in the best possible condition.” He paused. “How come you’re staring at me like that?”

Nodding and half-listening, Ink’s mind argued with itself. He should’ve hated him. He was supposed to hate him. He was always told Nightmare was evil and sadistic and violent twenty-four-seven. And he was a victim of that violence. But he’s been so gentle, concerned, and caring. Even after he messed up, he was giving him another chance. He couldn’t- no, he wasn’t all bad. That fight had to be a one-time thing. Maybe Nightmare was confused about how to show love. They were both brand new at this. Or was he the confused one? Oh! He could help Nightmare learn to love!

“Ink?” Nightmare snapped his fingers and the artist jumped, snapping out of his thoughts. “Are you listening?”

“What?”

Nightmare sighed in exasperation. “I was saying I have your clothes in that box.” He nodded at the package on the counter. “You may get dressed behind that screen. And for future reference, I hate repeating myself, so don’t make me do it again. Listen to me next time.”

“Got it!” Ink said quickly. He didn't understand why Nightmare wouldn't let him undress behind there earlier. Oh well. Ink stood up and took the package off the sink. It was both heavier and lighter than he expected. He shook it up to his skull. Something rang in there. A bell? A jingle bell?

The artist slipped behind the changing screen with the box. The back wall was a giant mirror. He set the package on a small stool, untied the perfect bow, and ripped the paper off in a swift motion. Inside was a plain black box. Ink took off the lid and peered into it.

He didn’t know what he was expecting, but it wasn’t this.

Ink pulled out the biggest thing first. It was a cutesy dress meant for a little girl. Pastel pink with white lace trim and sleeves that puffed at the top before tightening at the wrist. The skirt had a lot of ruffles, lace, and layers, switching between pink and white. A pink bow wrapped around the waist and held it all together. Ink held it against his body and guessed it was about knee length. Under that was a painful and confusing-looking corset and shiny black Mary Janes. The last things he pulled out were a pink and white beret and white knee-high stockings with- did Nightmare have a thing for lace?

Ink wasn’t sure what to think of the outfit. It seemed too cutesy and pastel to be something Nightmare would be into. Like . . . that was the opposite of what he was into. But Ink put it on because he didn’t want to look ungrateful. He didn't hate it either, he was extremely confused.

The corset took the longest to put on because he had no idea how to wear it.The dress was easier and more comfortable than he was expecting, it had a soft lining inside. Ink put the beret on as he fumbled with the shoes. He preferred going barefoot as he felt freer but supposed these were alright. A little tight at the toes at most. Besides that, the clothes were his exact size. He guessed Nightmare looked at the labels of his clothes because he didn't want to know otherwise. As Ink stood up, he caught his reflection in the mirror. His face went hot.

Sure, he looked adorable and charming, but he also didn't look or feel anything like a fighter. The corset hurt and constricted his ribs. Even though they weren’t too revealing, they were some of the most embarrassing clothes he ever wore. The black tattoos on his legs stood out, looking like a sore thumb against the pinks and whites. Would Nightmare be okay with it? Would he like it? Well if he picked it out, he has to. Ink stared deeper into the mirror, studying himself. He had so many quest-

“Oh, Inky?” Nightmare asked in a sing-song tone. “Is everything okay in there?”

The artist’s eye lights turned into a purple exclamation point and circle. “Yeah, I’m done!”

“Show me.”

Taking a deep breath, Ink’s shoes clacked across the tiled floor as he stepped from behind the screen. His self-consciousness eased as soon as Nightmare smiled at him. It was worth everything. Ink messed with his sleeves and bounced on his heels. "So, what do you think?"

Nightmare walked around the artist, taking in every part of him. One of his tendrils felt around his eye socket, then it traced down his cheek to his mouth. He cocked his head with a satisfied smile. “Beautiful, bow and skirts suit you much better than that old uniform. But there’s still one more thing you need.”

“One more thing? What's that?” Ink couldn’t think of what he meant. Then he felt stupid.

Gesturing toward the stool, Nightmare grabbed a container Ink hadn’t noticed before. It was the same pastel pink as the dress he wore. Ink couldn't tell if it was intentional or not. It was about the size of a clutch and looked like one too. It had glittering silver accents and a handle at the top, along with two latches. He cupped his chin with one hand and held a makeup brush in the other.

Nightmare clicked it open. “This is going to be yours soon, but for now, I need you to hold still.”

Ink glimpsed inside the container. Many cosmetics, makeup brushes, and other beauty supplies. Before he could ask for details, Nightmare tied his hands and legs together with his tendrils. He took a small book and opened it, looking between him and Ink. It was a how-to guide. Nightmare dipped the brush in a container of powder and covered his face. Ink scrunched his nasal bone. Nightmare tapped the side of his skull as a silent warning to stop. He switched the powder out and painted eyeshadow on his eye sockets. Ink couldn’t stop himself from sneezing and snickering. The latter because the brushes tickled.

“Nightmare, I- pew! I think I’m allergic to the makeup.”

“You’ll get used to it.” Nightmare said, looking back at the book. He traced something that felt like a pen on the edges of his eye sockets. Ink tried readjusting himself again and Nightmare slapped his hands. “Stop moving around, you're making this much harder than it has to be. I know you have it in you to be good. You're just not putting in enough effort. Yes, you may have not signed any contracts yet, but you don’t need one for basic politeness.”

Ink held back another sneeze. “I can’t sit still- wait, what was that about a contract?”

Nightmare didn’t answer. After a few more touch-ups, he finished. Ink’s face felt weird. The makeup wasn’t heavy, but it still tingled. He’s done face paint and eyeliner before, but nothing like this. He looked in the mirror. Whatever the powder was, it made his features look softer. His cheekbones were done up with rosy pink circles like a cartoon. The eyeshadow was light and glittery. The corners of his eye sockets were a very faint red.

Nightmare ran his hand down his skull before tilting his chin to look at him. He hummed. “Not perfect, but it will do. This is how you’re expected to do your makeup unless I say otherwise.”

Ink was double confused. "Alright . . ."

"I'm glad you understand." Nightmare offered his hand for Ink to take it. He did, pulling himself up. Nightmare looked him over again. "Does everything fit okay? Is anything too tight?"

Ink shook his head. “Good," Nightmare said, "because this dress will become your new uniform. The same way I wear my suit vest and the team wear their navy jackets.”

Ink glanced down and couldn’t stop himself from laughing. He laughed so hard his eye sockets teared up and he had to brace himself with the wall. “You’re joking, right? Me? Going out in battle and spreading negativity dressed like this? That’s ridiculous! Oh, this whole thing makes sense now! You want to pull a prank to confuse me because you’re still bitter over our fight! I could give you some tips on pran . . .” He finally noticed Nightmare’s flat expression. He didn’t have any humor in his eye light. Ink’s laughter died down. “You’re not kidding, are you.”

“I don’t kid, Ink. You know this.” Nightmare waved his fingers and Ink’s entire body tingled. It was a less extreme feeling than when he took control of his emotions in Birdtale. Wow, that felt like a year ago, even if it couldn’t have been more than two months. Nightmare hummed at his aura. “Does the change make you uncomfortable? Be honest with me, I’ll know if you’re lying.”

Ink rubbed his arm. He was hoping he wouldn’t ask. “Well yeah. I’ve never worn any like this. Come on, it’s so embarrassing! You had your fun, now can I have my normal clothes back?”

Nightmare set his hands on his shoulders and massaged them. “I see you don't understand. I got rid of your old clothes. This is who you are now, Ink. I know it's going to be . . . difficult, but that's why I'm here. Now, smile for me."

Reluctantly, Ink did as he asked.

“See? It’s easy to listen and obey, and you’re doing such a good job.” Even though Ink didn’t want to admit it, the praise felt good. So did the shoulder rub. He rested his head on Nightmare’s chest, making one of the king's hands move up to pet his head instead. He was still touch-starved from the white room. It was almost worse than the years he spent in that void. He didn't know what touch was, now he did. He had something to crave and miss. “You’re going to love your new life, my little doll.” He pressed his nonexistent lips together to keep from snickering.

“Little doll? Weird name, but I kinda like it . . .” Ink mumbled to himself. Nightmare didn’t answer, but he could tell he heard it from his smile. Then the moment was ruined when a wave of dizziness took over Ink. "Night, can I have something to eat? I've had anything in like, a week."

Nightmare stopped petting him. "Hm, sure. I don't see why not. How does some pasta sound?"

Ink beamed again. Finally. He would get something that wasn't plain rice. He could never eat that stuff ever again. Or he would have to use food coloring.

Nightmare offered his hand to him and Ink took it. They walked into the hallway. Ink spun around as he walked so he could watch the skirt spin. But despite as fun as that was, he kept wincing and stopping in pain. Right, the corset. It was like he had a massive rubber band tightening around his ribs. What if he put the corset on incorrectly?

Nightmare heard his groans. “Is something wrong?”

“Yeah, this corset is killing me. Do I need to wear it all the time?” Ink tugged on it again.

His tendril absentmindedly stroked his waist. “No, not during battles or at night. Don’t even think about taking it off, you need it. If it hurts, that means you laced it tight enough. The pain won’t last forever; I doubt you will even notice it after a week. In time, it will improve your posture and make you look better.”

“Could I at least loosen it?”

“No.”

Ink didn’t bother arguing. Maybe when Nightmare wasn’t looking, he could take it off. How was he supposed to wear this thing every day without ruining his ribs?"

Nightmare walked into the kitchen and Ink still couldn't believe how massive it was. Sure, it was a castle, but still. The tiny white room made everything look giant in comparison. It was pitch black like the rest of the castle and the appliances were light gray. And the dining table was huge, almost as long as the room.

Nightmare told Ink to sit down while he made the pasta. Ink did. The chairs were the same dark wood as the table and engraved with swirled patterns and trees on the back.

Ink fiddled with his beret some more and made himself comfortable. It kept sliding over to cover his eye sockets. He took it off to see if it was adjustable. It wouldn't make sense if Nightmare got his clothes right but the beret was too big. Speaking of Nightmare, he kept stealing glances at him while he was cooking.

Ink smiled and cleared his throat. After a long time of thinking, he was going to ask the question that was itching the back of his mind. "Nightmare, why won’t-”

Nightmare shushed him without turning around. “I should've mentioned this before, my apologies. One of your new rules is you are to only speak when spoken to or with verbal consent. If you want to talk, say, ‘Permission to speak’. I will either grant or deny it.”

Ink sighed. “Fine. Permission to speak?”

“Permission granted.”

“Why won’t you let me leave the castle?”

Nightmare heaved a dramatic huff, stirring the sauce. “It’s for your protection. The Doodlesphere believes you to be a traitor. If they find out about our relationship, if they find you’re alive, it won’t end well. Few are brave enough to challenge me, but they would harm you. Think about it. You could protest and they wouldn’t care. After all, the evidence is obvious. You are in a relationship with me, you haven't shown your face in months, and you are part of my cause. I chose the white room punishment as a warning. That’s where they will leave you, in the same white void you were trapped in. I wouldn’t be able to rescue you.”

Everyone thought he was a traitor? Ink didn’t know that. “But . . . I’m the Protector of the Doodlesphere and a member of the Star Sanses! Everyone loves me! Well, most people love me. Why would you think anyone would change their mind?”

“One, you were. And two, it’s because it already happened once, to Dust. He went on a solo mission to a Fellswap timeline. He’s capable of protecting himself, so I wasn’t worried after he was gone for two days. But those days turned into four with no sign of him. Then it turned into a week. I started a search mission with Horror, Killer, and at the time, Cross. After hours of tracking, I found his scarf hanging on a branch. His footsteps were half-buried in snow and I felt a strong force of negativity. Pain, fear, distress, I knew he was close. It led me to a rundown shack in the mountains. There was a gang of monsters . . . torturing him. Dust was crying. His hoodie was missing. I killed all of them on the spot. Slowly.”

His voice turned sadder. “He was a mess. Broken ribs, bruises all over, fever, damaged legs, but the worst damage was to his mind. I haven’t seen him so trapped in his hallucinations since I first hired him. He couldn’t hear me, but he was calling for his late brother and his team. Horror, Killer, Cross, and I were up all night and into the morning working to return him to reality. Once his injuries healed and he could function again, he refused to talk about it. To this day, no one knows the extent of what they did, but I know the motivation. They were tormenting him because he was one of mine.”

“Dust is a henchman, but he’s also like a son to me. They all are. Don’t tell them I said that. Meanwhile, you are my light, my little doll. You would be worth so much more if you were captured. The outside world is too dangerous for you to be on your own. I would never be able to forgive myself if something happened to you.” He took Ink’s hand and held it against his chest. “Ink, promise you’ll allow me to protect you, no more running away, no more misbehavior. Promise you’ll allow me to make you your strongest self so I’ll never need to worry about your safety.”

If he didn’t feel bad enough, the story made Ink regret every choice he made in Flufftale. It probably wasn’t easy for him to open up like that. Nightmare knew what was best for him. He was smarter and more experienced than Ink. He should stop trying to argue and let him take over-

What? No! What the hell was he thinking? He was a guardian and fighter, not a helpless maiden! Even if he was dressed like one! He watched Nightmare set the plate of finished pasta in front of him. His nonexistent soul ached and his paints swarmed, but Ink reached out and took his hand. “I promise, Nightmare. I’ll let you protect me.”

Nightmare stopped and turned to Ink with a smug smile. He hugged the artist from behind, kissing him where his ear would be. He chuckled. “We’re going to fix you, Ink. I'm going to make you perfect. I swear it.”

[chibitantei]

@ama-tcra-su sends:

How long has it been, she thinks in isolation, to see Naoto have her barrier completely closed without any holes to puncture through. Where her guard is down around Her, as she settled against her fur as if it were a childhood blanket — one that she never had or was ever able to warm herself up to. A chick that lost all her baby plumage too quickly with no room for child-like innocent to sprout at her own time. ( a stinging familiarity that cannot be ignored )

Heavy, yet faint, thumps gradually become louder towards the little detective's bed. And soon, a white snout with a nose black as ink would snuffle at a mess of navy blue hair, which poked out from the covers. No doubt, this nest belonged to Naoto-san. Unable to be any more patient, a huff of urgency would disturb the wild locks. If the child were to finally wake up, something crimson as Mother's markings caught her eye— a large folded piece of cloth? However, knowing Her, it would not be just an ordinary either. Once given to her, the fabric of the blanket was incredibly soft, like velvet. Not only that, but if she were to check the underside of the blanket; it was white, with much longer and plushen fur. It wasn't unlike Amaterasu's.

Which brought up a question, could this be knitted by Amaterasu herself? With the way She laid her chin right next to her daughter, those movements could say all for itself, eyes radiating with pure fondness . . . Another loud "i love you" exchanged silently . . .

[ Happy Birthday, Naoto-san. ]

Amaterasu purred, nuzzling her forehead much like any mother would.

[ . . . I appreciate you very much, I hope you understand that. ]

Naoto's Birthday | Open

Sleep came much easier these days, mostly in the form of a dreamless sleep, or something so nonsensical that it would be forgotten once morning came. The cause was obvious, but the whys and hows were left unanswered. For now, she was content to leave it be, thankful that it wasn’t fires and smoke that forced her awake.

So when Amaterasu trotted into her room, Naoto was none the wiser, still fast asleep and burrowed underneath the blankets. Finally, she awakened, blearily poking her head out before looking around. It didn’t take too long before her tired eyes focused on Amaterasu and the additional weight on top of her. A yawn, then Naoto stuck her arm out, petting the top of the wolf’s head before sitting up. One hand gently rubbed at her eyes while the other inspected the folded red cloth.

It was the same color as Amaterasu’s markings, she noted. Unfolding it, the other side was white and very, very soft to the touch. Like her fur.

She smiled, then wrapped it around her shoulders, almost like she was ready to fall asleep once more. In a way, Naoto was tempted. Soft and comforting, a reminder that Amaterasu would always be there, even if her adventures took her to other corners of Japan for weeks or months on end.

“You caught me at a time where I’m not cognizant enough to run away from gifts,” she joked. Her arms wrapped around Amaterasu as best as she should, a hug. “I don’t know how else to thank you...” Besides giving her pets and scratches, listening and taking careful note of the stories she shared. “Maybe saying ‘I love you’ is enough?”

Naoto broke away from the hug, then stretched—like a cat as the team commented, although she failed to see the similarities. Without her hat, the blush on her cheeks was plain as day.

“So... I love you, too.”

[shynetyme06]

1 - 23 :3

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1. how would you describe your art style? uhhhhhhhh, maybe "safe" is the word rn. whenever I think of my art style, what comes to mind is just how little I've been pushing things with it. I wanna change that ;D

2. what's your favorite thing about your style? I realize I like to use semi-realistic proportions, its cool how comfortable I've gotten with drawing faces and bodies

3. what's your least favorite thing about your style? It's so static man. same thing I said for the first question, I don't think anything really looks bad, but it just is lacking in creativity in comparison to the older art that should be looking worse than what I do now. I prefer my older stuff ;D (looking at you inktobertale2021.. where did it all go wrong)

4. favorite thing to draw? regular ol people. human characters are def more in my comfort zone, which explains why I keep hitting skeletons with the humanization ray (also I prefer to draw feminine characters)

5. least favorite thing to draw? I can't even say I rlly dislike it cuz of how rarely I even do it, but I am procrastinating so hard on learning backgrounds..

6. warm colors or cool colors? cool colors are my fav, but i find it easier to work with warm ones (I used to put a cool overlay over all my warm toned drawings hgdhfg)

7. show us a WIP behold, the wip ever. this drawing... was supposed to be posted on august 2022. and then, it was supposed to be posted on dec 21st, dream and nightmares birthday. (atp if I do end up wanting to finish this idea again, I'll probably just scrap it and start over)

8. what's the most fun and least fun parts about your process? most fun is flat color and rendering. (though I rarely do the latter anymore) and for least fun, tbh a lot of the sketching part tends to be difficult for me, sometimes its cool tho

9. show us a finished piece alongside the original sketch example from when sketching was fun

10. how many different sketches do you usually have until your piece is finished? I think I do need to make more of at least thumbnail sketches tbh.. I usually just make one and keep editing it, trusting the process. (and that fails like 70% of the time. woww wonder why sketching isnt fun for me-) 11. show us the last thing you drew, be it a finished piece or a small doodle can this count,,

12. show us an old drawing first deltarune drawing. here's the redraw I later made of this :3 (also old hsgdhgf)

13. how long do you usually take one a piece? depends. I'll have like 276478923 wips started, and then I get a random idea that I just have to do right at that moment, and I'll get it done in like 1-4 hours. meanwhile old sketches start to rot and maybe if its lucky I'll revisit it before my motivation dies and my style is too different to wanna continue from where I left off 14. digital or traditional? digital all the way, i've gotten too dependent on the transform tool + liquefy ;D (and many other things tbh but I'd be here all day if I tried comparing them more jhdjdf)

15. if digital, what program do you use? procreate, the layouts on other drawing programs scare me

16. favorite media to work with when drawing traditionally pen on paper (am I understanding this right wdym media-)

17. what do you love getting compliments about? I like when people enjoy the humanizations I come up with, and also original designs in general 18. are you satisfied with the attention your art usually gets? hmmm yeah

19. how often do you draw? very often, I just don't have finished things to share most days

20. a piece from this year that you're really proud of :3

21. something you would like to improve on the dynamicness (well, the lack of it) of everything, as said before

22. what inspires you? Ink sans and a ton of creators in this fandom (also animated shows and movies, I love animation)

23. what's something you hope people notice when looking at your art? idk tbh, just notice it at all and I'm happy :>

[malaky-nightm4r3]

Happy birthday Ink!

I have two songs I made, not to be good songs but to focus on first, his story, second, his personality and traits. They were both written a while ago but I never thought about sharing them really. The second one stood unfinished because I lost motivation. But his birthday sparked me to be able to get it to a presentable state. They're not good songs, I composed them on BeepBox which is very restricting for a musician...But I tried.

Colourful World

This song I wrote with his story in mind, the beginning of it all, and being splashed with colours and coming to life and going on to do great things.

Unnamed

This one is just...For Ink. His personality, his liveliness, what he stands for. Creativity. I don't know what to name it, Ive been struggling for a long time. Honestly if Comyet herself came down and made up a name on the spot, that's the end folks thats the name, there is no arguing.

Ink means so much to me. He's not just a comfort character or blorbo to me, he was the first character in the UTMV I discovered once I ventured past just Undertale. He's the reason I fell in love and joined this fandom. To me he's not just some "Sans alternate", he's the beginning of so much more. He led to me becoming more creative and trying new things artistically, he's an inspiration. I relate to him a lot on a lot of things. He's just so important to me and I can't explain it all in words easily. He was the beginning, of how I got here, with the friends I have today.

So really, what I mean by all of this, is thank you Comyet, for your silly little man, if you read this. Happy birthday, to the gremlin. ❤ You're also a major inspiration for me, when i was younger I wanted to be able to draw just like you and be talented and cool like you- You've been one of my fandom heroes since day one of 'meeting' Ink. And you're one of the artists I look up to in general. Its hard to believe its already been so many years!

Ink Keychain never leaves my side...He's my prized possession alongside Underverse mug and if anything ever happened to him I would cry for so long

Obligatory Ink is by @comyet ! And ALSO I BEG OF YOU WHOEVER SEES THIS LOOK AT THE OTHER WORK ON @myebi HER ILLUSTRATIONS ARE SO COOL!! Please

I feel wrong without crediting and tagging so people can go sorry

[waddlebouncefloof]

Leviathantale Mermay 2022 Days 8-9: Leviathan, Seafoam

Summary: As an impossible being made from seafoam, Reaper never knew that he would be capable of creating life.

Unlike his mate, Reaper never tumbled out of a womb. Nor did he hatch from an egg. His beginning came when his creators spun him into existence from seafoam. Though he was the second to be created - that honor was Ink’s - Reaper was the first to be created with a soul. 

His creation went against all nature. Honestly, all of the Leviathans were impossibilities turned into the possible. But hey, Sans and Papyrus had always been miracle-workers. All mer and selkie kind exists because of them. 

But miracles always had a price and Reaper thought the price was that, as a Leviathan, he would never be able to have children. 

He was wrong.

The appearance of Tenpatch and Palette Roller completely flipped Reaper’s beliefs on its head. And then, suddenly, creating children - on his own - became a possibility. As a being who spread ice, decomposition, and death, the ability to make life was something Reaper secretly envied about mortals.

After talking about it with Geno in length, they decided that it was time to give Blank a little sibling. They started to try conceiving. While a little disappointed that the first attempt didn’t work, Reaper knew that things like this took time and luck and stayed hopeful. After the fourth attempt, he grew worried. After the sixth, he was distraught. 

“Well, that’s that,” Geno had sighed after the seventh failed attempt. “It might be you. It might be me. It might be both of us. It might be because there isn’t some ancient mage performing a fertility ritual.”

At this point, Reaper was resigned, so he agreed. Eventually, the sting of disappointment and grief was pushed back in favor of focusing on Blank. Perhaps they could look to adopt other orphaned selkies and mers after the thought of children didn’t sting so much. 

Then, on Blank’s twelfth birthday adventure, Geno got injured. Thankfully, it wasn’t life-threatening and Blank was able to heal the worst of it with healing magic. They might’ve overcompensated a little in their panic, but Geno was safe.

Not even a month later, the couple discovered that Geno was pregnant.

When the disbelief wore off, Reaper was over the moon. He doted on his mate as Geno grew rounder and rounder and made plans for the new baby. He broke out some of Blank’s baby clothes and prepared new space for the baby. 

“I can’t wait to meet our Blubber baby~!” Reaper sings happily as he feels Geno’s baby bump for the thousandth time. 

“Reaper, don’t call the baby that.”

“Blubber baby!” Blank chimes in with a mischievous grin. “Poofy baby! Roly-Poly baby!”

Geno gives them both an unamused look. He doesn’t stay grumpy with Blank, of course, but Reaper would later have to give him two freshly-caught penguins to gain forgiveness. 

The baby is due soon and Reaper just can’t wait.

“Do you ever think that new baby is going to be loved more than you?”

And then Chara asks the question over a video call with Blank that sends Reaper reeling after accidentally overhearing. It’s a concern he’d never thought to address since he was confident Blank knew how much they’re loved. 

They seem happy about the baby. They adore Palette Roller and Tenpatch and they’ve been begging for a younger sibling for forever, but what if they changed their mind? What if they felt neglected and replaced?

“Of course the baby’s going to be loved more than me.” Reaper’s breath catches at the matter-of-fact tone that Blank uses. No. No. That isn’t true at all! Before he could intervene, however, Blank continues to speak. “Because I’m going to give the baby a lot of love too! That makes one more person! Silly Chara.”

For a moment, both Reaper and Chara are stunned into silence before the young selkie bursts into laughter. “Yeah, I am pretty silly.”

Reaper sags with relief and smiles at himself as he hears Blank chatter about the baby and the things they plan to share with the pup. 

“It’s going to be great!” They conclude with so much confidence that it must be true.

And it is. 

When Reaper finally meets his son, he chokes up, completely overwhelmed, as he holds the wiggling selkie pup. It - he - barks and bites him. Just like his Mama. 

“Hi baby,” Reaper says softly, cradling the baby and kissing his nose. “Hi, Goth. You’re finally here. We’ve been waiting for you.”

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Notes:

As promised, Goth is here! Blank is happily an older sibling to an adorable brother! While he’s born as a Leopard Seal selkie like his Mama, Goth’s parentage makes his pelt…unique. He can pretty much turn it inside-out and become an orca mer like his Papa. Shape-shifting siblings! Goth plays a lot with Palette Roller and Tenpatch when he grows big enough.

Blank, holding a baby Goth: I’m going to teach you how to play fun games and how to swim on your own and how to properly beg milk off of Mama and -

Geno: Now wait a minute.

Reaper, to Goth: I will make sure that you won’t fall in love too early like your sibling did. Deciding your life partner at the tender age of two is too young. But you’ll be fine.

Palette Roller: (exists)

Goth when an orca tries to eat him: Hold up. (Turns his pelt inside-out and becomes an orca mer)

Orca: shooketh

Blank: (leading a conga line of babies as they babysit their siblings/cousins)

[cosmictyto]

Happy second Let Papyrus Say Fuck Day!

I feel like Papyrus would’ve been one of the first monsters to get a drivers license + a car. He loves that convertible like it’s his firstborn. He’ll even justify random day trips just to feel the wind and sun against his… skull (on his days off, of course.) He even got proper faux-leather driving gloves for his birthday to protect his sensitive hand-bones. Plus, looking rad at the same time.

However, I also feel like he’d take driving safety/road rules SUPER seriously. You couldn’t find a smoother, safer ride if you tried. But, this also leads to him getting a little heated when idiots are out on the road with him. Especially when his friends are at risk.

(Ah, nothing like overcomplicating the assignment by making a full comic instead of a single image despite not making fanart in nearly 5 years. I also realized 3/4 of the way through that I used my coloring brush for the linework instead of the actual inking brush! Fuck!)

Text in case you can’t read it:

Frisk: Thanks for taking us to the aquarium, Papyrus.

Papyrus: NO TROUBLE AT ALL, HUMAN! DID YOU BRING SOME MONEY FOR THE GIFT SHOP?

Frisk: Yup. I’m gonna get something for Mom.

Papyrus: How sweet! If you need a little more money I’ll lend you some, alright?

*action happens*

Papyrus: WHAT WERE YOU FUCKING THINKING?!?! IMBECILE!!!

Papyrus, after cooling down: Apologies, I lost my temper…

Undyne: HELL YEAH! Get ‘em, Paps!

Alphys: Uh, um… Understandable.

Frisk: Totally justified.

Sans, dying in the backseat: *wheeeze*

[perfectlyyoungtimetravel]

Happy birthday Horror Sans

Hello guys 😊👋 today is Horror Sans's birthday 😁. Not going to to you guys He's my favorite bad Sans heh 😁. I'm glad that I drew the poor hungry guy 🎂.

Materials used: acrylic pastel crayons, metallic pen, acrylic paint, drawing ink,marker and a H2 pencil.

Credits:@sour-apple-studios

See you next time guys love you 😊👋