#incoding

[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]

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!

[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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[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.

[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

[dniosamu]

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

Well aren't you a ray of sunshine now?

[k423s]

THIS IS SO SO SCARY WE’RE LIVING IN SCARY TIMES.

PSA NEVER 90 YOUR ACCIDENTAL C2 CHILDE OR YOULL START CALLING HIM CUTE

[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]

what’s the worst thing that has happened? also what happens if a kid sees you or gets injured when your on the job (btw love you characters working a 9 to 5 it’s so funny)

Jans: Oh, and your other question! We have procedures and stuff to ensure we aren't spotted while working with incode AUs. So kids don't see us often. But accidents happen. Aether and Ion have some healing magic, and we can hijack an AU's reset button if a civilian gets badly hurt, but we try not to. Resetting a glitched world usually makes things worse.

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Traumas unlocked? I mean— um. C'mon anon, this is a silly workplace AU! Slice of life shenanigans! Nothing truly bad happens to these gremlins. It's not like they're constantly around glitched code that might be affecting them somehow.

(Thanks for the question anon, this was fun <3)

Also, I changed my Asks style again. Heh, oops. I think I like this one more. Easier than full rendering, but still feels like my style, unlike the other attempt. Maybe I'll stick to this one? We'll see (ᵕ—ᗜ—)

[toffeebrews]

I can't believe i forgot to mention that, but yeah!

the only person who i think had a similarish experience is error? But even then its different because even though error obviously forgot everything he technically been incode at one point. Which maybe theoretically he could remember at some point or may influence how he sees other people on a subconscious level (i mean obviously he sees everyone as glitches of some kind, but he doesn't view them as like .... fictional? does that make sense? although he views himself as above them, i think thats because hes "taking out the trash" - his words. he views himself as glitch and an abomination right?)

not saying his situation is better, just different! Honestly they still kinda deal with similar problems in the end, but just with different reasons. lol

i also find ink sans perception of others sooo interesting. cause I don't see it as like evil or anything. he views others in a very similar way we creators do. Its not like impassionate or uncaring. He gets giddy and excited like we do. I think an "au fangirl" is the best way to describe it. (i swore comyet described him as that once but I can't remember). hes like... a interdimensional cheerleader.

He just connects with others like you would your favorite character. Sure, you like them, maybe you like them alot! but you probably don't see them as like...as human as you right? I don't think he gets enjoyment or likes their suffering. But them their suffering is the equivalent of what we see on tv show. So yeah he probably will care more for the fact that he literally ceases to have a personality without them. he doesn't like... care about them on the deep level or sees them as human (or skeletons? in this case).

I mean, why would he it view if differently? if you knew there's hundreds of versions of pretty much the same guy existed, would you? If you knew they were just a bunch of code, would you? That's not evil, its understandable im my opinion. How are you supposed to connect with others when you literally have always been an outcode? He's about as evil as we are, in that regard.

this is not to say other sanes perspectives are bad, just ink's is just as understandable as others? understandable doesn't mean good, im just saying it's a reasonable thought process given his life experiences.

honestly this yappage is sorta for me to understand his character as well. they say write what you know right?